so excited for the next one although how they will do it is a mystery to me

anonymous asked:

What do you think about NISAmerica's localization of Ouma's lines in general, especially in chapter 5?

Both of these questions deal with pretty much the same issue, so I’ll be answering them both together. Also, Ouma’s localization in particular is something I’ve been wanting to discuss ever since I got to about midway through Chapter 4 in particular, so now that I’m finally finished playing the localization in general, I’m glad to have a chance to talk about it specifically. I’ll be saving my thoughts on the rest of the localization for other posts, but for this one in particular, I really do want to talk about what happened to Ouma’s characterization in particular.

First and foremost, I want to say: these are my personal thoughts on the matter. I’m not here to bash on other people’s translation work, moreso with the amount of effort and detail that’s required for translation. Some of the errors that occurred throughout the course of the localization were not, in fact, due to any one translator but were instead the natural result of what happens when you have four translators working on different characters—that is to say, a simple lack of context and communication. Several lines were drastically mistranslated simply because the translators didn’t know what the character immediately beforehand had said, and this caused some confusion in the process.

However, it is a fact that much of Ouma’s characterization, particularly in Chapter 5, suffered as a result of this localization and the translation choices that were taken. In fact, some of the most important, plot-relevant scenes concerning Ouma were translated in a way that I believe makes it much more difficult for people who have only played the localization (and therefore had no access to the original lines) to understand his motivations, his thought process, or his character in general.

This entire post is going to be very, very long, namely because I tried to go in-depth and double-check all the original Japanese text before writing. I’ve bolded some of the points I felt were most pivotal to what the localization messed up. Huge spoilers for the whole game are under the read more, so be careful if you’re trying to stay spoiler-free!

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Imagine being Lucifers soulmate

Word count: 2186

Request by: anon - Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Lucifer x reader where Chuck is like “yeah Lucifer has a soulmate duh” so Sam, Dean, Cas, Lucifer, and Chuck all go to find them (Sam and Dean ready for her to be all evil) but they’re super intelligent and sweet? Thank you!! 

A/N: Thanks for the request <3

No one’s POV

Sam, Dean, Cas and Chuck were all sat silently in the room thinking of ways in which they could make Lucifer less angry at everything which reduces the risk of him throwing one of his ‘tantrums’ and destroying his brothers and humanity.

“I guess we could find his soulmate,” Chuck spoke out loud breaking the silence causing both Sam and Dean’s heads to shoot up and stare in Chuck’s direction.

“That’s a possibility,” Castiel replied to his father before continuing to look down at the lore book in his hands.

Both Sam and Dean just continued to stare at them in shock. The Lucifer, the very fallen angel which wanted to destroy humanity, had a soulmate, a human soulmate. A long period of silence followed as they were both too frozen to say anything.

“Wait what? Lucifer has a soulmate,” Dean spoke breaking the silence asking the question both him and Sam wanted to ask.

“Yeah Lucifer has a soulmate, duh,” Chuck laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I made every angel have a soulmate.”

“Could you take us and Lucifer to her?” Sam asked Chuck steadily and Dean looked at him as if he had just said the most stupid and crazy thing in the world.

“Of course I can,” Chuck replied looking over the small group of people within the room, “It’s just getting Lucifer out of his room and agreeing to the plan that’s going to be the hard part, I don’t think he even knows himself that he has a mate.”

Everyone’s heads drifted to Dean silently, as a group, picking him to be the one to speak to the angry archangel only a few rooms down from them.

“Well I’m not going in there alone with no defence against a moody archangel.” Dean spoke matter-of-factly.

“Who are you calling moody?” A smooth voice called out causing everyone’s heads to shoot over to where the sound came from.

There stood Lucifer leaned against the doorframe with a smug expression covering his face, it was the first time anyone had seen him come out of his designated room almost as if he could sense that the others were talking about him.

“Lucifer, come sit,” Chuck spoke causing Lucifer to pull a face which resembled disgust.

“I’m fine here,” he replied. Lucifer still wasn’t back to being 100% father and son with God (in fact he acted like a teenager) but they seemed to be better than they were when he first got out of the cage and being moody constantly was better to Chuck than his son not talking to him at all.

“Well, what do you all want, I could hear you all thinking my name from my room,” Lucifer spoke into the silent room taking notice of the shocked expressions on the Winchester’s face’s when looking at him.

“Father decided it would be best if took you to see your soulmate.” Castiel informed Lucifer.

Shock was evident on Lucifer’s face for a split moment in time before it returned expressionless to try and hide the emotions he was feeling; it was clear to everyone in the room that he didn’t know he had a soulmate.

“Well, let’s go do that then,” Lucifer spoke calmly yet inside he knew he was excited. After the fall and spending so long in the cage, he had begun to think that his father had not created him a soulmate and was pleasantly surprised to find out that he still had the ability to feel love like his brothers and sisters, “It’s slightly better than doing nothing in my room all day,” he added not wanting anyone in the room to acknowledge his happiness, he still had the reputation of ‘the devil’ to hold.

“That was easier than expected,” mumbled Chuck to both Dean and Sam with a chuckle before raising his hand and clicking sending them all to meet Lucifer’s soulmate.

Your POV

Sighing to yourself, you collapsed onto the sofa, your favourite book in your hand ready to read the night away. The day had been so busy and you hadn’t had a second to relax so you had decided to spend the rest of the night just relaxing, listening to your favourite band and reading. That was until you heard a knocking at the door.

Thinking it was just some hunters coming to you for information you decided to ignore the knocking at the door and continue reading, trying your hardest to relax. They could go to someone else for help, it’s been too long of a day.

The knocking continued so you sighed placing the book down and made your way to the persistent person knocking at your door so late at night.

Shock was evident on your face when you opened the door to 5 men staring at you, two looking slightly scared making you confused as to why they could be here. You slightly backed away from the door in case they were demons (which you doubted highly due to the friendship you had with Crowley, although they could be rouge demons) or any other monster which could have found out you were helping hunters.

Even though you were nervous, your eyes couldn’t help but drift over to the man with blonde hair you just wanted to wrap your hands in and gorgeous blue eyes that you could stare in for eternity, your eyes continued to roam over his body, as did his with yours. You quickly diverted your eyes away from him in case he noticed you checking him out.

“How can I help you lovely men?” you smiled slightly looking at them as a whole.

“We was wondering if we could speak with Y/N,” the guy in the trench coat asked.

“That would be me, please, come in,” you replied, a smile not leaving your face, you nervously watched as they all stepped onto and over the welcome mat which contained a hidden devils trap under it. Your worry slightly lifted when you saw that none of them had gotten stuck. We are demon free, I repeat, demon free you thought to yourself as the men followed you into the kitchen.

“Anybody want a cuppa?” you asked happy that you weren’t in danger, if you were they probably would have tried to attack you by now but you were still cautious just in case.

A chorus of ‘no thank you’s’ was your reply apart from the blonde headed man replying ‘please’ causing all of the other men to look at him as if he had grown another head.

“S-Sure thing,” you cursed yourself for stuttering when talking to him and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

You hummed a cheery tune as you quickly spun around and popped the kettle on before making a drink for the both of you. As you handed the mysteriously hot man his drink your fingers collided for a moment and everything felt right like nothing else mattered in that short moment of time but you and him, sparks of electricity running up your arm. Looking up into the man’s crystal blue eyes, you searched for any sign that he had felt the same as you but all you saw was his expressionless face. Quickly, you grabbed onto your drink before sitting down and inviting everybody else to do so.

“So, what is it you guy’s wanted,” you smiled taking a sip of your drink. You had always been a cheerful person, from a very young age up until now and you had always believed that there was too much negativity within the world that you couldn’t possibly contribute to that, so you tried to spread as much joy as possible. It was one of the reasons you started helping hunters with their boring lore work. Lucifer realised that and admired you for it.

“Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves first, shouldn’t we?” the tall long haired man said nudging the person next to him who continued to stare at you like you was some sort of myth or legend.

“Wha- oh yes. Introductions. I’m Dean, that’s…” he paused for a second whilst pointing in the blonde man’s direction, “…Nick?” he said as more of a question, “Chuck, Cas, and this is my little brother Sam.”

It was now your turn to have shock overcome your face. Did you hear them right? Sam and Dean Winchester was in your house, in front of you with the infamous Castiel you had heard so much about. What the heck would they want with you?

“Winchester brothers?” You asked out quietly, surprised that a voice even managed to come out of your mouth.

“Yeah… That’s us, how’d you know?” Sam asked slightly creeped out that you knew who they were.

“Oh come on, every hunter knows about you two,” you stated.

Silence overcame the room as the men processed what you had just said, the only person to show any form of emotion was Nick, a large, proud smirk across his face at the fact you were a hunter.

“Well then, since you know about the supernatural, we can properly introduce ourselves,” Chuck spoke motioning to him and Nick, “I’m God, but I prefer Chuck.”

“Pleasure to meet you Chuck!” You spoke happily sticking out your hand for him to shake, surprising yourself that you didn’t react massively to the fact he had just told you he was the God. He chuckled taking your hand in his, your infectious smile crawling its way onto his face. Everybody then looked in Nicks direction, you saw him nervously fiddling with his hands.

“I, uh, I’m,” he stuttered, a hand reaching to stroke the back of his neck to calm him down as he debated whether or not he should tell you the truth, “I’m Lucifer.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, for some reason it just felt right and both you and Lucifer knew it. He sighed into the hug relaxing instantly when you didn’t freak out over who he was

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you too Lucifer,” you said into the hug before pulling away from him seeing a smile on his face. The rest of the group seemed shocked at his display of emotion yet Lucifer decided to ignore them and keep smiling at you.

“So,” you spoke suddenly clapping your hands together and reluctantly turning away from Lucifer, “What brings the Winchesters, God and the angels to these neck of the woods.”

Lucifer’s metaphorical heart stopped for a moment when you acknowledged him as an angel, he didn’t think he could possibly fall in love with something as quickly as he was with you.

“You understand the concept of soulmates correct?” Castiel spoke up and you looked over in Lucifer’s direction knowing where the conversation seemed to be heading.

“I do,” you answered Castiel but not taking your eyes off of Lucifer and him not taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, we found out that you are the soulmate of-“

“Lucifer,” you spoke cutting Castiel off. It definitely was the only explanation for the strong attraction you were having for him, it felt as if you had known each other for all eternity.

“Yes, Lucifer is your mate,” Castiel confirmed.

You felt as Lucifer’s hand slid down into yours, fingers locking together causing a grin to appear on both your face and Lucifer’s.

“Okay let’s leave them to it then,” Chuck said shoving the rest of the boys out of the room and throwing a wink at you. Sam and Dean still continued to show shocked expressions at your kindness towards everyone as they were pushed by God out of the room to leave you and Lucifer some privacy to talk.

“Y/N,” Lucifer turned to you and placed a hand on your cheek the other still locked between your fingers, “I know we have only just met, but it feels as if I have been in love with you for eternity.”

“Me too Luci,” you confirmed slightly blushing and ducking your head at the way in which stared lustfully at you.

His hand drifted down to under your chin as he lifted your head to make you look at him. Your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones and it felt as if he was staring directly into your soul. Slowly, with his hand still on your chin, Lucifer leaned down hovering his lips over yours momentarily as your foreheads touched due to how close you were before locking his lips with yours. As cliché as it sounds, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when your hand reached up and gripped into his blonde hair. His gentle hand snaked its way around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss. In this moment, wrapped in your soulmate’s arms, feeling the best you had in a while, you knew that you was truly in love as was Lucifer and that he was going to do everything in his power to protect you.

#healer!Draco #injured!Harry #pining

Prompts: @ohsodraco
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco hadn’t turned around yet. But he would have seen Harry’s name on the appointment list. He must have known who his next patient was. Harry wondered if Draco felt that same nervous excitement to see him - the clammy palms, the fidgeting, the sweat on the back of the neck and a heart that he could hear pounding in his ears.

Probably not.

Draco stood with his back to the door, reading over a floating chart. Harry took an awkward seat on the edge of the patients’ chair. Still, Draco made no sign he was aware of Harry’s presence. Nothing new there.

Harry cleared his throat and got straight to the point. “I accidentally cursed myself.”

Draco turned around then, his face showing no surprise at Harry Potter sitting in his Healer’s office. “You accidentally cursed yourself,” he repeated drily.

Harry nodded, wiping his hands on his trousers. “Yes.”

“With what curse?” Draco’s eyes were piercing and analytical, giving Harry the odd sensation that Draco already knew exactly what he was thinking. But he couldn’t. Or they wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

“I don’t know.”

Draco blinked back at Harry, drawing attention to his long pale lashes. Harry had a particular fondness for those bloody lashes. “How can you curse yourself and not know? What incantation did you use? What wand movement?”

Harry shrugged, dropping eye contact, lest he reveal his game too early. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t - “ Draco started to repeat, frustration leaking into his voice. “What are your symptoms? How has this mystery curse affected you?”

“I feel unwell,” Harry answered simply, playing with a loose thread on the knee of his trousers.

There was a silence in which Harry could feel Draco staring down at him, eyes boring into him. He didn’t dare look up. “You feel unwell,” Draco repeated, disbelief clear in his tone.

“Yes.”

“Potter, get the fuck out of my practice.”

Harry looked up quickly - he hadn’t expected that. Although perhaps he should have. “You’re not going to cure me?”

“Of what?” Draco’s tone was clipped, impatient, his eyes narrowed. “You’re clearly not cursed. You don’t have any symptoms. I sense no dark magic in your presence. I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish, but I can assure you I don’t have the time to humour you. Good bye.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. “I do have one symptom.”

Draco sighed heavily, but his face lightened. “What is it?”

“An erratic heartbeat.”

“An erratic heartbeat,” Draco repeated - he was making a habit of doing that. “You’re probably just unfit. It’s not un-“

“So you’re not even going to check to make sure?” Harry interrupted, shuffling on his seat. This was so not how he wanted this to go down. “It could be serious.”

Draco crossed his arms. “It’s not serious.”

“And how do you know if you’re not going to check?” Harry held his breath. If we was thrown out of Draco’s office now, the humiliation will have all been for nothing.

“Fine - “ Harry exhaled - “Lie down.”

Harry shuffled up onto chair fully and laid back. He squirmed a little at the cold plastic covering.

“Stay still,” Draco said, a hand coming out to rest on Harry’s shoulder, holding him in place. With his other hand, he passed his wand over Harry’s chest. Harry tried not to make it obvious when a shiver ran through him - he wasn’t so sure it was to do with Draco’s wand and not his touch.

“It is a little faster than normal,” Draco said quietly, dropping his hand. "Do you often feel out of breath?” He asked, eyes flickering back up to Harry’s face.

“Only around you.”

Harry watched Draco’s pale eyelashes flutter. “I’m not following.”

It look all of Harry’s Gryffindor courage (and plenty of recklessness too) not to look away. “You leave me breathless.”

Harry waited for Draco’s reaction. Nothing at first - it took a second - and then: “Oh no. Oh no.” Draco backed away. “Are you telling me this was all an elaborate set up so you could use that cheesy pick-up line?”

Harry felt his heart drop. “Maybe,” he said quietly, getting to his feet. It had seemed like a great idea over Firewhiskey with Ron and Hermione the previous night.

“That’s pathetic, Potter. You could do so much better than that.”

“Sorry,” Harry said, his face to the floor as he shuffled to the exit. “I didn’t mean to - I’ll just - “

“Come back tomorrow,” Draco said from behind him - Harry froze, hope rising in his gut. "Just make sure you have some better material.”

Harry turned around slowly, a smile forming on his face. “If that’s what the doctor orders…”

“Healer,” Draco corrected. He was back to staring over his chart again. “I’ll make your follow-up appointment 5.30pm tomorrow. “ He looked up at Harry and winked. “It’s my last session. Dress sharp.”

more like this l @queenofthyme​ 

”They couldn’t keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals.”
  • Remus says this devoid of emotion, but he remembers
  • So, of course, in first year, October, when Remus disappeared for the first full moon, all the Marauders are very, very curious.
  • Because Remus was a very quiet boy, and no one talks to him really very much. But the moment he disappeared, the three boys are intrigued.
  • James, really, is very concerned. “But, Sirius, what if he got lost in the castle and is rotting in a cupboard somewhere?” (They know he gets out of bed at night to explore. He really is better at it than them. They were caught twice, and he has never been caught and it really is unfair. “He’s wasting his talents on the library,” Sirius says often.”)
  • Sirius is very intrigued and plain nosy sometimes. “James, it’s a quest! We have to find him!”
  • Peter is very excited at the sound of a mystery. “What do you think is going on?” he asks enthusiastically. The enthusiasm is why James and Sirius like this new friend. Although not as clever, his enthusiasm is often effective.
  • When Remus comes back, they are even more concerned about his sick mother.
  • But then they realize this a flimsy excuse when Remus’ “sick” mother comes to greet him at the platform, her arms wide open.
  • They are now very perplexed.
  • When the new term begins, they become the Four Marauders when Remus comes to the rescue in a story involving a tractor (a muggle convention Peter had snuck into school somehow), Dorothy Townsend’s knickers, a dozen nifflers, chocolate syrup, Slytherins covered in bobtuber pus and a couple of Hufflepuffs hanging from the Quidditch goalposts (”That was not part of the plan, Sirius!”)
  • There were also Ravenclaws wandering around in talking in Iambic Pentameter, which had also not been the plan. 
  • In fact, nothing had been the plan, and Remus had saved the whole school from turning into a giant Ferris wheel (which had also not been the plan).
  • “I wonder where we went wrong,” James questions later. “You flicked your wrist too much, this is how it’s done,” Remus shows them. Ever since then he is a Marauder.
  • Now it is much easier to track his differences, and much harder for Remus to lie. One month, his Aunt dies, then his rabbit dies. He does not explain the bruises and cuts very well. The Marauders try to trust him because friends trust each other.
  • However, when his Dead Aunt Delia comes to pick him up at the station, they realize something must be done.They research, research and research. 
  • When they come back to term, they are still clueless. Lily finds them huddled together discussing Remus and snorts.“What is it, Evans?” James says rudely. 
  • “How have you till not figured it out?” she laughs at them, but also terrified for Remus because James and Sirius are from the wizarding world and may have its prejudices.
  • One night in November, Remus is gone again and Sirius can’t sleep. The other Marauders can’t either. They realize because the curtains are open and its full moon and light goes off in Sirius’ head.But he doesn’t tell anyone because what if James and Peter hurt Remus?
  • He goes to Lily the next day while Remus is in the hospital. She begs him not to tell anyone, and Sirius swear that he won’t because he cares more than she’ll ever know. (Did he even know it then?)
  • But he remembers the Marauders made a pact to share secrets, not keep them. He realizes James is his best mate, who doesn’t see him as a Black, so why should Remus be a monster?
  • They confront him after he comes back. He is terrified. But instead of silver darts, they chuck golden-wrapped Honeydukes at him. Instead of the slurs, he hears praise for his strength. Instead of the scent of fear, he smells friendship and warmth.
  • James and Sirius are determined they can solve any problems.
  • In January, after an odd incident involving Mrs. Norris drinking Polyjuice potion and running around as Lucius Malfoy starkers paired with one of Hagrid’s giant pumpkins turning into a carriage (one of Remus’ muggle books, honestly muggles were the oddest) they run into an abandoned Transfiguration classroom.
  • They find books about Animagi, and so the adventure starts. 
  • They do not tell Remus until they are ready. 
  • And when they are, they make the bond to be the strongest friends.
  •  But, as Remus utters this sentence, he realizes that the strongest of bonds can be broken, and Sirius realizes that sometimes and old friend’s enthusiasm might be for the wrong reasons.
  • And as Remus utters these words, unwavering, not showing any emotion to Harry, surveying the three remaining, broken fragments of a once-legendary group, he remembers.
  • Because he knows that they don’t know all the jokes, the laughter, the naive hope behind this simple utterance. 
  • Because now they do not have hope, the greatest luxury, anymore.
  • But he hopes hope lives on in the splitting image of James and the bright green eyes in front of him.
Analysis: Romance in One Piece

Note: I’ll be posting condensed versions of this analysis in other sites

A) Relevance of plot and characterization AKA Unbiased Readers Vs. Delusional Shippers

“Who lives on ilusions dies from disappointment” – An old Puerto Rican saying

Most of us know One Piece is a very popular manga. Its high quality and popularity depends on several factors, among them we could name memorable and likeable characters along a deep, compelling, fun and action-packed story. The One Piece many know and love wouldn’t exist without the balance between these factors

When talking to at least 3 different One Piece fans, each of them non-shippers who analyzed the manga they all enjoy, I found interesting and pretty sound perspectives of the One Piece story and its nature. All of them value characters, story, development, consistency and logic; something I can totally relate to

But I also found a pattern; these 3 guys shared one single outlook on the very same subject: shipping. Regardless of their expectations, all of them expressed distate for shippers’ general mindset and “odd” viewpoint:

One of them called shippers out for ignoring characterization and very clear and direct statements made in the manga. His attention was centered on a Luffy pairing and how it contradicts his own character. Oda once explained that he writes Luffy as someone pretty straightfoward when it comes to expressing his thoughts and feelings, and this non-shipper said with brutal honesty that for the discussed ship to happen we would need to disregard and/or discard the very core of Luffy’s character. Meaning Oda would need to stop being consistent and faithful to his own story and characters

The next one explained how shippers tend to turn a characters’ relationship into a sappy teen love fantasy that doesn’t match One Piece at all. His analysis also exposed how integrating this kind of underdeveloped “love” into the story would severely damage One Piece originality, ruin the series and needless to say destroy the likable dynamics between several characters as well as their own development. This fantasy, this so-called “love”, is what the vast majority of shippers support and defend. The same kind of “love” most non-shippers, fans and critics dread

The third non-shipper gave me a more detailed explanation: this is even more rough than the other two as he describes that the common shipper mentality of “he/she likes her/him so they should be together” can “only be likened to that of elementary schoolers”. And how shippers take every little meaningless detail and blow it out of proportion with no regard for context, legitimate bonding or the canon story!

But we can’t put all the blame on shippers. Many manga authors seem to have no idea how to write a character-driven series or complex character relationships. In fact, mainstream shonen writers have their fair share of guilt into promoting this common shipping mindset by being notoriously bad at writing romance. Which results in underveloped premises that leave your average fan skeptical, and your average critic disappointed at a poor portrayal of emotional bonding and a severe lack of cohesive narrative in the “romantic love” department

This is the reason why many fans, critics and non-shippers hold the shippers’ perspective in a very low regard. Just like the third non-shipper states: “The blushing, longing stares, corny ass lines etc. That kind of poorly portrayed romance is the kind of thing dreaded by the average fan because it reduces the quality of One Piece to the level of such poorly written series”

So an author needs to build a relationship the same way one person would construct a building: stablishing a strong foundation on companionship, respect, trust, signifcant moments, and emotional bonding. All of this must come before reaching the status of “romantic interest". In relation to this subject, there’s a trope called “First Girl Wins”, a portion of its description truly fits this criteria:

“From a [extradiegetic] point of view, the Law of Conservation of Detail suggests introducing the Love Interest early. An early introduction allows you to get the audience interested in her and rooting for her, gives you space for Character Development, and gives her relationship with her (eventual) partner the most time to develop organically. And with all that said, it’s such a common device that in all likelihood, it sometimes gets played for its own sake.” – tvtropes.org, 2017

Notice this isn’t a cliché, this is a literary device to enhance the story. Pairing up two characters without meaningful moments, emotional build-up and development, is the equivalent to lazy writing. Having such elements firmly stablished for two characters and then deciding to go for a different “route”, pretty much wasting a well-developed relationship for the sake of a “weaker” premise, would be the equivalent to bad writing

Is Oda, the man who’s willing to die for One Piece, a lazy writer? Of course not! Is he, a man who planned the ending years ago and is still sticking to said ending, a bad writer? Being number 1 in Japan and having such a loyal fanbase all around the world prove he’s not!

Do shippers want Oda to be a lazy/bad writer? Facts already answered this question as many (although not all) fans value their own fantasies and delusions over the manga canon and/or the author’s take on the characters and their relationships

Many (but not all) shippers now have a war. Not only against rival ships but mainly against One Piece story and consistent development. Yet as the old saying goes, those who live on delusions will have to eventually face reality and disappointment, because Oda is not a lazy/bad writer like some people here would want him to be

B) Romance Dawn AKA The not so secret origins of One Piece

“If we don’t know where we are going, it can be helpful to know where we come from” – Jostein Gaarder

When debating posible outcomes, fans rarely look back at the time when One Piecewas a still a work in progress. Taking a look at Romance Dawn V.1 and Romance Dawn V.2 helps us to see there are constants present in all versions of these Works that made it into what would later become the most popular manga in Japan

But before discussing those constants I would like to clarify the meaning of the word: “Romance”. There are people who doesn’t really grasp the concept of “Romance” both One Piece and Oda work with. Luckily the first two non-shippers I meantioned shed some light on this subject:

Romance:

“A mysterious or fascinating quality or appeal, as of something adventurous, heroic, or strangely beautiful
“A long fictitious tale of heroes and extraordinary or mysterious events, usually set in a distant time or place”
“A narrative in verse or prose, written in a vernacular language in the Middle Ages, dealing with strange and exciting adventures of chivalrous heroes

– thefreedictionary.com, 2016

“A prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usually heroic, adventurous, or mysterious
–  Merriam Webster, 2016

Romantic:

“Marked by the imaginative or emotional appeal of what is heroic, adventurous, remote, mysterious, or idealized
“Having an inclination for romance: responsive to the appeal of what is idealized, heroic, or adventurous

–  Merriam Webster, 2016

These definitions match pretty well One Piece and Oda outlook on this concept. Even Oda lampshaped this by giving his own translation to the title: 冒険の夜明け (“Bōken no Yoake”, “Dawn of the Adventure”)

So Oda’s “romance” covers a wide variety of themes: Adventure, heroism, mystery, virtue, idealism… we can find comedy and tragedy, happiness and sadness. And among the virtues and the idealism we find companionship and love. As the second non-shipper I mentioned explained One Piece is pretty much like an “Adventure novel”, which is why we’ll find in One Piece many of the tropes commonly used in those books

Among those tropes, we find a couple of constants in all versions of “Romance Dawn”

The golden-hearted protagonist and the “First Girl” who doubles as a female lead. Think about this “what if” scenario: If things would’ve played different back then and One Piece never went beyond “Romance Dawn V.1”. If that story were to be elaborated futher, which two characters would had shared the most moments to become endgame? The answer is pretty simple: The golden-hearted protagonist and the female lead!

But when debating, the weight of the argument depends on edvidence so we need to rely on what we can confirm. And we confirm this, what’s the constant in Luffy’s story in all versions of Romance Dawn? a Nami-like character

This becomes even more interesting when we discover that at an interview at “Manga no Chikara” and others, Nami was supposed to be the first one to join Luffy but her debut was postponed by Oda’s editor at that time. Edvidence of this being a last minute decision remains on the first color cover:

Yet as the second non-shipper noted: “her role as secondary protagonist was not altered” for “Nami shares with Luffy the largest character development in the entire series”. And as explained here we already know how the trope goes when someone seeks to write a natural growth for an emotional connection between two characters 

In fact, the relevance of Nami to Luffy’s story is implied in what Oda himself said about Strong World: “I really wanted to make a ‘hero saves the heroine’ story (ヒロインを助けるヒーローを描きたい the japanese sentence). [….]. You might think otherwise, but I had no intention of bringing in someone new to fill that [heroine] role. So when I had to think about whom to use for it amongst the straw hats of course that meant Nami

In Oda’s mind, Luffy is the hero and Nami is the heorine! We can tell that the hero and the heroine are meant to be the driving forces of the series, and therefore putting them together makes the most sense from a storytelling perspective

C) LuffyxNami AKA LuNa/LuNami

“Logical consequences are the scarecrows of fools and the beacons of wise men” – Thomas Huxley

Many shippers tend to ignore and disregard the importance of staying faithful to the canon story, and the author’s take on the characters and their relationships

To makes matters worst some of them even deem as illogical any argument solidly based on these factors. While considering stuff like lines, frogs, sweat, fire, nonexistent sexual tension, assumption of sexuality, and even assumptions of pregnancy, as legitimate proofs of a plausible outcome! In fact they even value comparisons to other series with a different tone, themes, and characters over anything that the One Piece author conveys through his work

There’s even people who goes as far as editing the wiki as if that would change the story to match their preferred pairing!

But in order to reach a conclusion that remains true to One Piece and its nature we have to rely on the very same foundation that was already described several times: mutual trust/respect, faith on one another, significant moments, stress in their relationship and emotional development. If the story doesn’t let you build your premises on these elements, the conclusion you’ll reach will obviously be flawed and stray away from what One Piece really is

So here I’m not only defending the premise I strongly support; I’m defending the very same story and build-up that contributes to this bond’s natural growth:

As explained before there’s nothing explicitly romantic about major interactions. But given we’re dealing with a good and dilligent writer, what we’ll get to see is how big to small moments stablish an emotional connection between two characters, and how that becomes the base for a even greater growth

First we have the themes of trust and faith: At first Nami doesn’t trust Luffy very much, out of her clear distate for pirates, until witnessing how far was Luffy willing to go to selflessly help others. Even then Nami treated their relationship as a mere business and later betrayed the crew

Still Luffy always trusted Nami to the point of putting blind faith in her. Even when given reasons not to do so. One remarkable example is when Luffy was informed by someone trustworthy (Johnny) that Nami apparently “killed” to Usopp, and Luffy not only kept holding onto his blind faith in Nami but he also threatened Johnny for saying such things about her


This becomes something remarkable when we take into consideration that Zoro quickly gave up on Nami and later tried to attack her without even a second thought! While Usopp just wanted  the Merry back…

And it would later become even more impressive in the Whiskey Peak Arc when Luffy came to doubt Zoro because of the words of wounded man he didn’t even know, and even doubted Robin during Water 7 until Nami told him and the crew the truth behind Robin’s desertion:

But what else makes this situation with Nami any different from others we see in the manga? Some might point to the saga where rescuing Robin was the primary objective; but in Robin’s case Luffy knew her life was in danger for Robin was planning to die for the crew, and he got the resolve to save her only after learning the truth. Others might point to the current arc, but he saw right through Sanji’s act and got desperate to rescue him only after hearing his life is in danger.

Here, Nami’s life wasn’t in danger as far as Luffy knew. And he constantly try to reach out to her despite her harsh attitude and the fact he knew next to nothing about her past and her current circumstances. It was only when he saw her cry he got enough motivation to beat Arlong, and it was only when he got a small glimpse of what she went through that he lost it!

How does Nami respond to this? Initially she wanted to get Luffy out of her villaje and her life. While Nami indeed grew fond of Luffy and the others she wasn’t willing to bond with any of them; she held on her distrust of others. But that changed when she finally hitted her lowest point, when she finally lost all hope. Then it comes Nami’s first major development as character: she realized she needed to rely on someone else, she realized Luffy was her only hope Nami decided to rely on him. The following scene marks the first time of many when Nami relied on Luffy to a emotional level. And the first of two times when Luffy entrusted his treasure to her in a touching gesture to provide comfort and hope:

From the very beginning the emotional build-up between Luffy and Nami was a key factor for one of the most meaningful and memorable moments in One Piece. The moment when Luffy becomes Nami’s “emotional anchor”

The effect Luffy had on her character was also quite powerful as we could see during the 2nd pass of the hat: back then at Skypiea arc Nami could still panic at dreadful situations: 

But as soon as Luffy gave her his treasure, the panic stopped and when he was later removed from the battle field, Nami was capable of drawing enough courage from Luffy to face the big bad from that arc:

Not to mention Luffy’s final move against Enel was combined effort of the two as well as an impressive display of mutual trust/faith

We can continue to appreciate their development even futher as the story goes on. As someone already pointed out, Nami during Water 7 displayed an impressive resolve and determination, but as soon as she got the chance to explain Luffy their situation she opened her heart to express how she felt, her anguish and her distress. When Luffy reassures her that he will save Robin, she doesn’t cry anymore until she reunites with Robin

Their bonding is even futher explored in the only One Piece movie fully written by Oda: Strong World. As this is the author’s take on their relationship is still a valid argument to support Luffy/Nami development:

We already considered how impressive Luffy’s blind faith in Nami can be. So after listening to most of Nami’s recorded message, Luffy gets enraged! Why?

Well, after all that time Luffy relied on his navigator without ever doubting her. He was likely expecting all his trust and faith in Nami to be reciprocated

Turns out Nami does return that feeling! And why can we say that? Remember the movie’s ending: Nami finds out everyone in the crew got her hidden “save me” at the end of her message… everyone but Luffy. Then when Luffy is about to play the recorded proof of Nami’s unwavering faith in him, what does she do? She tries to get rid of the “edvidence” out of embarrassment 

It’s easy to see then why Nami seeked out Luffy for hope and comfort during Zou. And how she did something similar to what happened in Water 7: she opened up to Luffy

I said it before, since Luffy is Nami’s “emotional anchor”, it makes sense for her to keep strengthening her bond with Luffy. And given Luffy needs a guide to new adventures and someone “mature” enough to sometimes keep him in line, it makes sense for Luffy to grow closer to Nami

She once summed it up pretty well: “He always talks big, but when it comes down to it, he knows nothing about the sea! He’s severely lacking in the ‘sense of danger’ area! And he always overdoes it…if I left him alone, he’d die. And he’s stupid, so I have to take care of him. That’s why I’m gonna help him!” - Nami, chapter 596

Still, none of this is explicitly romantic in the traditional sense of the word. But just like someone who’s contructing a building, we start dealing with the foundations to then proceed to make a solid structure: a well-written relationship that enhances the story

As someone once reviewed, Luffy and Nami dynamic doesn’t need to chance for them to become endgame for they already have anything they need to finish that “building”. And that’s what’s being a potent pairing means: having everything to your favor for futher development and growth. Luffy and Nami definitively have the major moments and the emotional bonding while remaining consistent to the One Piece canon to be considered a Potent Pairing

Bonus:

It’s interesting we find other interaction that proves how comfortable is Nami around Luffy: 

She doesn’t mind having Luffy around her, what she really minds is Luffy wanting to go to dangerous places But why is this relevant? In Thriller Bark we had a clear showing of how she reacts to pervs trying to accomplish what Luffy did here. She electrocutes them. We can confirm she haven’t changed in this regard because at the end of Fishman Island arc Nami electrocutes a perv for trying to peek at her while she was taking a bath

Another interesting detail about Nami’s attitude toward Luffy is a change we see in WCI. Of course we have the remarkable faith and trust Nami puts on Luffy by even boasting how him being the future Pirate King ensures their victory over Cracker’s ability.

But the real change is when Sanji brutalizes Luffy. Nami already stated she felt guilty for what happened when Sanji got taken. But when Sanji did his “little” number on Luffy her attitude changed, she not only begged him to stop but was also promising they’ll leave if he did (Luffy clearly disagreed on that)

After seeing the way Sanji treated her captain, Nami did something the could seem pretty justified because of what happened: she slapped Sanji and then sarcastically played along Sanji’s “royal” act.

When she goes to Luffy and finds out her captain is not relenting on his effort to get Sanji back, she gives us this little gem:

The Japanese text for Nami’s dialogue reads: “Luffy!! Why?! No matter what his reasons are, after he did all that to you…”

The term she used here for the line in bold conveys the idea of severe mistreatment. She was obviously mad at the way Sanji attacked and badmouthed Luffy and his dream. Ironically Luffy is the one who shows far more emotion to the prospect of getting Sanji back than Nami, she kept displaying far more concern for Luffy as the chapters went on

Nami is now showing, little by little, more of a emotional attachment to Luffy. Which makes a lot sense given what we saw in their story

hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Saved Tonight (30k)**

Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.

2. Too Real to Fake It (82k)*

With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?

Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?

Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.

3. When You Look Like That (16k)*

“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.

Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

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📽Harsh aspects and signs as I’ve Experienced them in Others📽

📢📢📢📢This posts is being made as a counter measure to so many of the grim and bleak posts on harsh aspects in a natal chart especially romantic. Always remember your aspects do not define you, they’re merely a map that’s inviting you to look inside yourself and be the very best version of yourself you can be.

◼️Venus opposite Saturn: extremely patient, they have a very cute shyness about them and can be very modest. They have a black and white view on hardships and tend to go on about how nothing in life is a “given” but they tend to do this out of being protective rather then being assholes. They tend to turn into parents unknowingly when they really care about you and they’re immensely loyal. Being with them isn’t as horrible as it’s made out to be and as heavy as they can be they have a very loving and protective heart. Being with them means pulling them out of their shell from time to time and being a little goofy! Be dramatic! Be a kid! Help them forget about grouchy old Saturn for a sec. they just need to know that it’s okay to love, they just need to feel like there is a refuge just over the horizon. So be patient with them just as they are with you! And I think they’re very wonderful and very cozy men and women here :) and they’re sooo beautiful beyond what they even allow themselves to except.

🎶cigarettes after sex affection


💠Venus square Neptune: aha I’m men in can make them a mystery! They can be quiet and a bit perplexing. They can vanish from time to time but this isn’t a bad sign! Just means they like yah :) they need a lot of time to process things and I’ve noticed in a mans chart it makes him incredibly sensitive and he might feel ashamed of that part of him and may try to be 1000x more macho then he needs to be. But just try and be understanding they’re emotions blow over very quickly and they regret things the second they do it. They daydream quite a bit and women here can be very vixen like and have mesmerizing movements and personalities. Both men and women I’ve noticed with this aspect are very emotionally courageous! They just don’t know where to direct it. Being with them is so fun! Men here are big ol babies and they just want a hug! They don’t mind clingy partners and adore quiet moments but they can be very untrusting and can unfairly retaliate if they feel vulnerable. Once more just try and be calm-they feel things strongly-just make sure to be responsive and hold their hands when they get confused- the square here makes them fish out of water and the world around them easily confuses them but that being said there vulnerability is something out of this world. Women I’ve noticed with this aspect are goofy!! Super independent but longing in a way. They have this idea you know? Of something better-be it a person a place a situation? They just always have their mind on the next thing and being with her means serving as that foundation for her desires and helping her construct them into the physical world. They remind me of will Ferrell in a way sentimental and all over the place in a cute way.

🎶sza UR


🎴Mars square Pluto: they are very dominate, and the house Pluto is in says more about the “where” this dominance plays out at. But if you ask me they don’t really come across that way. They’re touch cookies and can have a mean way about showing that they’re into you aha like really harsh, but trust me them being mean is a good sign. They are very calm outwardly and don’t usually resort to power plays or bullying there partner into submission like this aspect is made out to do-I think as they grow older they just kind of ice you out and through you some attitude when they’re mad but other than that they’re so sweet not in a direct way but In an “actions” sort of way. It’ll take them awhile to vocalize there feelings for you and they may be better at showing you during the early stages but don’t worry! Saying it is hard for them! It’s laying there soul out on the table and that takes a lot out of them and it can feel like a life changing experience for them and just because they take longer than most to say it doesn’t mean they don’t feel it! Just give em Time. They speak through there actions for the most part and yes they do like sex but when they’re in love they hold off until it’s the right moment and because they genuinely want you to feel safe. Getting involved with them isn’t signing up for abuse-but it is intense and transformative and you will certainly come out of it or stay in it a more confident and blunt person. But none the less dating them is exciting and it’s very romantic and sort of dramatic you know aha.

🎶Tove lo the way that I am

🃏Venus square Uranus: now despite the hot and cold title they’ve been given I’d have to say from experience? They’re sooo fascinating. They have a very aloof yet deeply intense aura. It’s something you’d have to experience for yourself being with them but the push and pull isn’t so much as emotional as it is physical in a way? The too come hand in hand. On one hand they are immensely engaged and sometimes overwhelmingly so-there emotions come at you hard and fast yet after these big showings they retreat and often can stay gone unless they are reassured they didn’t spook you with their display. Obviously I’ve seen it with many different signs being involved be it water and air or earth and fire and so on but if there’s one constant it would be the depth and magnitude of their love. They don’t love in a usual way and can be quite nervous when they start feeling genuine feelings for you, they usually and always are thinking and practicing, planning and running through constant scenarios on how to be better and do better when it comes to “you” a lot of the time their disappearances are nothing more than them being embarrassed. They’re not lovers in the traditional sense and they’re very aware of that and it makes them feel odd being in love or having feelings for someone because they love the feeling but they also don’t understand it. They want more of it but simultaneously don’t know how to go about doing that. The thing about them is they’ll always disappear, they’ll always need moments of space and moments to collect and plan and Re engage! Be it life that pulls them away from you for a little while or be it them themselves(although not for long) they always will need to process and this is ok! It’s not a deal breaker and no the breakups aren’t incoming nor are they planned and a lot of the time it has nothing to do with you. They pull away out of uncertainty and not knowing how to convey their need to “collect” so if you like them or love them for that matter make sure you understand that it’s okay to be lovey and emotional with them! It’s okay to keep on their tail and it’s okay to let your guard down. Wether you plan or not they are always gonna be a little random and the key to having less disappearances from them is just making them feel understood and loved. Don’t try to change them and just communicate with them a lot! They learn so much from you without being told but still be supportive of them and encourage them to have friends and outside stuff from you! And no they don’t think you’re boring aha they just need to keep themselves properly dispensed but I promise they are very sensitive and remarkably compassionate and receptive lovers and people and their just a little kooky sometimes :)

🎶bonobo Kerala


♦️Venus in Scorpio: aha THEYRE SO CUTE! They have a tendency to come on strongly like in an emotional way rather than physical and can seem very standoffish romantically in the early stages because they’re “testing” so yes during this time which many don’t like and usually end up scrapping them for, they end up being stiff during this period. The thing is this is just a defense mechanism and no Scorpio Venus is inherently a monster who gets off on your suffering-they just want authenticity and someone who’s real and in their:to some seems over the top methods they weed out those who aren’t looking for something serious with them. They are honestly huge softies and have HUGE HEARTS. Many are very sacrificing and easily emotionally aroused when they’re in love. Being with a Scorpio Venus isn’t necessarily an easy task as a lot of them do have their own insecurities and walls in place to insure they’re own safety which can make them seem self invested and heartless in a way but you must remember this is just a mechanism and nothing more. I’ve learned that being with a Venus in Scorpio or any scorpio placement for that matter is just about being yourself. It isn’t about changing your ways or “being hard to get” it isn’t about mind games or being the one with the power—and it’s not at all about “proving your worth” aha being with them isn’t a job or a chore and I really wish they weren’t described this way :( but honestly just be yourself! If your loud and obnoxious and they pursue you? Obviously they like that in you so don’t change that! If your sensitive and over emotional like me? Aha be that. Scorpios are intense and want to see you laid bare so if you read to deeply into those Scorpio posts and that whole “how to pass the Scorpio test” mess you won’t really ever meet them on a real level plain field. Being with them is just being honest and being sure it’s what you wanna do.

🎶Kelela onanon


♣️Venus in Capricorn: they are actually soooo laid back! They aren’t like super serious or angry like everyone makes them out to be and I’ve seen them date young and old partners! I guess it’s more about being an old soul then it is about being old in looks. They are super easy going and have an immensely comfortable atmosphere! They are so earthy and remind me of the end of summer near fall. They do want something serious and can be very mature and heavy in their relationships but also in a paradoxical way they do better in relationships with people who are a little more lax and bubbly then they are! Not saying they can’t date someone equally as serious about intimacy but I’ve met so many of them who come out of there shell around people a little more out of their personality type. They make excellent friends and dating them or flirting with them for that matter is also fun In itself. Me being a Venus in Gemini I LOVE how awkwardly straightforward they are about romance and how many silent giggles and ignored sighs I’ve gotten from them. The low grins disguised as frowns and the red faces. They are so adorable and honestly have such warm and sensuous personalities. Being with them similarly to venus I’m scorpio is about having a sense of humor and not taking them or life to seriously. Yes they can be pragmatic and mature but often times it alludes the carefree spirit in them.

🎶Foals balloons

🀄️Venus in Gemini: ah my placement. Venus in Gemini get torn up on this site and off this site. It’s a recurring statement that we are absolutely incapable more so then any sign of monogamy and consistent feelings in a relationship. Single life am I right? Wrong. Venus in Gemini and many of the ones I’ve met are not as promiscuous as we are made out to be and I think people misunderstand the planet mercury and that’s ever so prevalent with the interpretations of Venus in Gemini. Often times Venus in Gemini are fairly celibate and for a long while-sure some enjoy the concept of a relationship but due to our highly mentally based love nature we are also aware of how demanding and emotionally elevated one must be to be with another. We look at romance from all angles and handle it cautiously. I may find someone attractive but I don’t see them as someone I intend to date for the sake of it and I certainty wouldn’t persist on sexual involvement especially considering how easily emotions and actions correlate. Venus in Gemini are if anything extremely mature in regards to emotions as scattered and turbulent as they are. Love isn’t just as easy as saying 4 letters and it’s not as easy as holding hands. Love demands a meeting of minds and a meeting of bodies. It’s a commitment to someone and it’s something that you must bare all too and Gemini venus know this is the gamble with love and many avoid relationships all together and even self sabotage but not out of a need for “variety” nor out of a need to “experiment” we are insecure-we are afraid because the child in us fears the idea of investing in someone just to have those feelings fade-to have our lovers lose interest or suddenly decide it’s not for them. For that reason Gemini venus inherently maintain a special distance especially when in love in the early stages as to make sure the love is heartfelt and genuine. To some we just don’t know what we want, but really we know all to well and mercury keeps us aware that things an change-people can change and the one thing that doesn’t change for a Gemini venus is “love” we’re picky and don’t open up easily and often times the charming and talkative demeanor is an act. Being with a Gemini venus is exciting! It’s vivacious and full of color-it’s childlike and absolutely endearing but we are complex and there are many walls that need to be pulled down before you see the child behind it all. Venus in Gemini are usually known by their trademark to always feel “iffy” about there relationships and tend to need reassurance that often they provide themselves but it’s nice to give it to them once and awhile! And despite contrary belief they do crave intimacy and love being in an emotionally expressive relationship.

🎶the neighbourhood IDK/24-7

There’s so many others I will talk about in the future but here’s some for starters.

BTS scenarios: Their s/o surprises them at their concert

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Kim Seokjin/Jin

People were running around and you thought that maybe after all it was a bad idea to go there. Maybe it was foolish to even hope that he’d find time for you. During short breaks between certain performances even if you saw him, he didn’t notice you. You didn’t blame him, rather felt sorry that he had to go through such a stress.

His eyes finally landed on you when rap line was performing Cypher 4. It was truly comical to watch hundred of emotions run through his face at the same time. That’s why you laughed at him. Seokjin stood frozen in place despite being called by his stylist. He lasted like that until you stepped closer. Then he woke up and erupted, his laughter so loud it made most heads turn. His hands rested on his hips in seemingly irritated pose.

“You are here! How’s that possible?”

“Normally. I got into plane and flew over here.”

Seokjin shook his head at your evasive answer, still taking in your appearance. You shook your head, doubtful whether you should wait for him or make the move yourself. He didn’t make you wait much longer, instead joining you in a few long strides.

“All the way to Japan, huh? You’re unbelievable.” You two shared smiles and embraced each other in a tight hug. It didn’t last long, because he had to go, but Seokjin couldn’t stop grinning until the rest of the concert even when exhaustion was unendurable.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

Min Yoongi/Suga

Despite it’s unpleasant decoration and too bright lightning, dressing room wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be. People who were responsible for Bangtan’s appearance were kind and warm to you, even sharing some snacks they had with them. All of you were watching the performance on TV hung on one of the walls. Chatter was filling the lack of music when songs were changing.

The main reason why you were there? The words that Yoongi always repeated to you before ending your call- I miss you. You missed him too. Watching him on TV screen wasn’t helping your aching heart, it did the opposite. Every second felt like a century between you and him. That’s why his voice calling you out was such a miraculous sound. You turned your head in his direction, wonder displayed on your face matching his.

“Wow.” Commented Jimin, looking at you above Yoongi’s shoulder. He smiled widely at you and turned to your boyfriend. “If you’re going to stand here, can you at least let me in to welcome (y/n)?”

Yoongi didn’t answer him, pushing himself from the door to pull you to him by your hands. It was a warm hug that only pictured his feelings. Too many pairs of eyes were watching so there was no way he could go any further. His nose snuggled to the spot behind your ear to sniff, taking in your natural smell.

He let you go only when Taehyung started laughing at the two of you. Yoongi turned his head and sent younger friend annoyed glare.

“You’re interrupting.” Then he faced you again, grabbing your cheeks meanwhile turning. “We’ll continue later, alright?”

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Listen, Magnus is a one woman man and I love that about him which is why people shipping him and Lucretia made me feel a Lil weird. But them being best friends kills me so hear me out:


Lucretia comes onto the ship as a nervous girl in her early 20s and gets the biggest crush on the handsome man who’s supposed to protect her, because she’s young and the bad boy thing kinda draws her in? And she watches him at the press conference and is just SWOONING. But then he gets in a fight to defend her and she’s like “Whoa…”

And the first time she talks to him he’s like… he’s nice???? And it completely throws off her perception of him.


And after a while he’s not this buff, brave, handsome Mysterious Magnus. He’s lovely and sweet and kind and a little dim but he makes up for it in spades with his soul and she’s fucking THROWN. And her crush on him just goes away the first time she sees him die by backflipping off the ship onto the planet they were about to land on (what a dolt) and she just starts to love him with all her heart like the world’s nicest best worst brother. And he’s her best friend and she realizes he’d drive her up the wall if they dated but damn if the girl who he ends up with isn’t the luckiest woman.


She loves him and loves writing about him, her friend, her Magnus, and she loves everything about her other friends, too, although they take longer to warm up than Magnus “I Rush In” Burnsides. She starts having to write all their stories separately so she can include those infinite details about Lup’s hair and the way Taako holds a wand and Davenport’s snort on the rare occasions he laughs. Barry pushing his glasses up before the final blow (so they all know it’s coming.) Merle healing them as best he can and getting a lot better. And there are pages of her and Magnus feeding Fisher.


So when Magnus walks in on her erasing his memory, it feels like her heart is getting ripped through her throat, because doing this is different than seeing it done, and that she cannot abide.


She hopes Taako and Lup and Barry are okay, that they somehow find each other. She hopes Merle and his wife like each other more than they appear to. And God, she wants Davenport back so badly it makes her want to scream. But Magnus… is okay. Is best off of all of them.


When he marries the beautiful girl of his dreams she knows that he found a good one. But then, when Julia dies, Lucretia mourns. Considers making him forget. On the heels of that she realizes that forgetting her friends would kill her; how can she make her best friend lose the most beautiful woman in the world? So she leaves him with his memories and doesn’t visit for quite a while. It’s easier that way.


And finally, after all that heartache, someone finally gets one of the relics. And she’s ready to kiss the people who did it for bringing her one step closer to her friends. But who should walk through the door but swaggering, kind-hearted Magnus fucking Burnsides, next to her favorite wizard, who feels like half a person to her, without Lup. And Merle, the old doll who hid her behind the bar that first night before she realized that someone could care about her. And they look so Tired and she’s sure she does too. And their eyes don’t sparkle anymore. Is that her fault?


She wants to strangle Killian a little for making her see this, even though she knows damn well that it’s not her fault. But her boys are here and Davenport can’t speak and where the fuck are Lup and Barry and she realizes with horror and excitement and pain and joy: her rough tough bodyguard is going to have to save her again.

The Unicorn

Summary: Bucky’s away on a mission, and you’re left with an apartment full of boxes to unpack. 

Word Count: 1,394

Warnings: None

A/N: This is dedicated to @writingruna, and she is 110% the inspiration for this (because she may or may not own a unicorn onesie and also because I can just see this happening to her). It was also written when I should have been sleeping but alas, here we are. 

Originally posted by accio-fan-fiction

“Okay, but what are you going to do? You can’t just hang out in your apartment, all by yourself, all weekend.”

Wanda tugged at your arm, which had been retreating into your jacket, her bottom lip stuck out into a pout. You smiled and gently pulled away, snickering lightly when both Wanda and Natasha made noises of complaint.

“I think you’re both imagining me watching sad romance movies and listening to love ballads in my pajamas,” you said, cocking an eyebrow. “But I do actually have some unpacking to do, you know.”

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In the Right Direction { VxMC - Soulmate!AU}

Words: 3,620 (so its a long post and I won’t put it under a “keep reading” because that messes up on mobile for some reason?)

So here’s the first part of that Soulmate!AU I talked about a very;;; long time ago ^^;; But here it is;; idk if its good but here you are;;;  ~Admin 404

JUMIN


                His compass practically screamed that this cute, blonde girl in his gallery wasn’t the person he thought she was. He elected to ignore this stupid hunk of junk because he believed he had found his sun. Though Jumin has told him numerous times to listen to his head every once in a while instead of his heart, he just couldn’t dismiss these strong feelings.

               When he found her and their relationship to be… less than ideal, he should have listened to his head. Could he just up and leave this women he spent so much time, passion, and love on? He could live with growing old with someone besides his designated soulmate, as long as he was with someone he loved. But now she’s gone, and he has nothing left to look forward to.

               The people close to him knew how much he wanted to find the love of his life– how much he just wanted to love and be loved back. They’ve always told him to just follow his compass, don’t look up until the needle starts to spin like crazy. You would think that’s what he would be doing from the beginning, but he wanted to give everyone a chance.

               Most people in this world look only for their soulmate– using the compass given to them at birth to search the world with a fine-toothed comb, eyes constantly glued to the small circular object– missing out on amazing connections, marvelous adventures– they’re missing out on what could have been an extravagant love! He wanted to change all of that; he wanted to prove that you can live happily with someone you love, despite the fact that someone is out in the world, completely perfect for you. Love can be found in imperfections.

               His history with Rika didn’t change this outlook on this ideal, not even in the slightest. If anything, it solidified his thoughts! He truly loved her, but now he’s able to see that he just wasn’t the one for her and vice versa. Though, after the ordeal, he was left wondering just how love would feel with his soulmate. Someone he was literally made for… the love had to be something other-worldly, right?

               Jumin was the one to finally push him into searching for you. Jihyun was already traveling for his photography, it wouldn’t be too hard to search for you as well. It took quite a bit of pushing to get him to agree, however.

               "V, listen to me. You’re already going abroad to take photos for your next gallery. You can search for your soulmate along the way,“ he  explained, taking a sip from his glass of wine.

               "But what if Rika was already the one? What if my compass is just broken? What if it never worked in the first place? What if-” he was cut off by Jumin scoffing.

               "Why don’t you just try it, V. It really won’t hurt you. You might find your other half, the perfect one for you, the peanut butter to your jelly, your-“

               "Who are you and what have you done to Jumin Han?” his laughter following the question soft and light, “I thought you didn’t believe in love of any sort?”

               His friend shrugged before taking another sip of his wine, “I don’t exactly, but I do believe in your happiness. I think you should try and find what I know will make you the happiest.”

               That was it- that was all he needed to now be sat on a plane, looking out of the window at the clouds surrounding the aircraft. ‘I won’t look at my compass until I’m settled in on the ground. I won’t make this a big thing,’ he thought to himself, 'it’ll be alright. If I find them, great, if I don’t, that’s alright too.’ All the excitement he had for this photography trip was slowly deteriorating because he couldn’t help but think about the navigation device. What if he really did find the one on this trip? What would he even do; what would he even say? He couldn’t help but be worried about just who you were, how the two of you would intermingle- but his biggest worry was what if you didn’t believe in soulmates? What if you were like him, and believed in natural love, but only natural love?

               Those intrusive thoughts were the only things he could think of. It finally got to the point where he put his camera down and only followed his compass. He followed it across multiple cities, countries even! The only time he was ripped away from his compass was when he kept receiving call after call from Saeyoung.

               "Is everything alright? You’ve called me a lot in the past-“

               "There’s someone new in the chatroom,” came Luciel’s anxious voice, out of breath and dripping with concern.

               "What do you mean? That’s impossible, isn’t it? I thought you had everything secure and-“

               "I did! I did and that’s the problem! How did they get into the chat? How did they get past all of my security, how did they-”

               "Luciel,“ Jihyun started, speaking low and slow to help his friend calm down, "Take a moment to catch your breath. Obviously, finding out how this person joined our closed group is the big question here, but you have to think about another fairly important question.”

               "And what is that exactly?“ He asked, audibly a little calmer thanks to Jihyun.

               "Just who this person is. Running a background check is fairly important.  We don’t know who they are, or if they’re trying to harm us. I’m counting on you to figure this out, Luciel,” he couldn’t bring himself to talk anymore, so he hung up the phone. He felt as thoughts rushed through his mind- who could it be? How did they get into their private messenger? Are they there to hurt him or his friends? Was it… no, it couldn’t be. His phone lit up less than a moment later, baring Luciel’s name again.

               "Did you find anything?“ he asked, not so much as a hello.

               "It’s a girl,” he replied- he seemed 10 times more calm than he did in his last phone call.

               "A girl? Really? I need all of the details, no matter how small you think they are,“ he started to head back where he was staying during his trip, the photos and compass both thrown to the back of his mind. 'Finding love can wait,’ he thought, 'my friend’s securities are much more important.’

               Later that day, he finally got a chance to log into the chat room, hoping to talk to this new stranger. It was a simple conversation, but he felt this weird feeling in the bottom of his stomach. Was this feeling fear? Maybe it was panic? He just knew it was brand-new and unexplainable. Brushing it off as the general anxiety that comes with a situation such as this one, he decided the best course of action would be to work with her. Denying her access could make things 10 times worse. He didn’t want to believe that this could have been connected to Rika and her organization, but he couldn’t rule it out, either.  He headed home the moment he could, his photos could wait, his compass was thrown into his jacket pocket and forgotten about.

               The first few nights, he found himself logging into the chatroom once everyone had gotten off, reading each and every message. All of them wanted him to set a date for the new party, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He had a bad feeling that his previous love was behind it all, but reading how nice and caring you are to all of his friends… he didn’t think you were truly involved. You were some sort of pawn and he hated that you were a pawn in this mysterious game.

               But, looking through all of the messages, he always found himself smiling when he saw your name popping up and he didn’t bother to stop himself. You were so warm and inviting, you seemed interested in everyone’s well beings, and you had nothing to gain from caring about them all yet you continued to. You were… different than Rika. You were everything Rika pretended to be.

               As days passed, everyone seemed openly surprised the fact that Jihyun had come to the chatroom more often than he has in the past few years, but he couldn’t explain to them why. Although it hurt to stare at the phone for too long, he suffered through it just to talk to you. When he couldn’t see anymore for the day, he would call you. Talking until the early hours of the day were a common thing between the two of you already. Hearing you fall asleep on the phone made his heart skip a beat, and he didn’t think he could feel that again- let alone so soon.

               You talked about anything and everything. Places you’d love to travel, stories behind some of the pictures he’s taken, he’s even talked to you about his concerns for his friends and a hypothetical situation about his ex.  He felt like he could talk to you about anything in the world, but it had only been a few short days. Sure, he was open with his love and cared about everyone but there was just something a little bit different with you.

               "MC, may I ask you something?” he whispered into his phone, laying in his bed with an arm thrown over his currently burning eyes, his phone to his ear.

               "You know you can ask me anything, V,“ you answered just as quietly, though to him it sounded as if you were always singing. Your voice was just so heavenly to his ears and his heart.

               "It’s about love. What do you believe in?” he paused, taking in a shaky breath that he hoped you couldn’t hear. “Do you believe in natural love? Or do you believe in the fact that everyone has someone in the world made specifically for them?” he asked cautiously, scared to hear a certain answer. When you took what felt like a million years to answer in that sweet, soft voice of yours.

               "I believe in love. Whether its love that forms between two people who truly have a connection, or if it’s the kind of love between two halves of one soul. Either of them are absolutely beautiful,“ you answered, hearing him let out a soft sigh. He couldn’t help but smile at your answer. Why did he even bother to ask? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew you would view it in the same light as himself.

               "Have you been in love, MC?” he asked before he could even realize the thought passed his mind. You gave a soft sound of disagreement, and his previously large smile simmered down to a softer, warmer one. “One day,” his words ghosted, “I hope that love is directed towards me.”

               His hand flew to his mouth and his eyes shot open, realizing the words that just came from his mouth. “I-I um,” he stammered, his face turning a crimson colour, “F-forget I said anything. It’s… it’s late, I should have let you gone to bed a while ago, I apologize. I’ll um, I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Good night.”

               He rushed to end the call, his hands shaking the whole time as he strained his eyes to see the end button on his phone.  He was in such disbelief that he let that slip off of his tongue. There was some sort of feelings for you in his heart but he didn’t know if it was love per say. It was different than what he felt for Rika, but he knew he wanted to pursue it, just… not so suddenly. He spent hours just thinking, burying his face into his pillow and contemplating all of his feelings. He was afraid he made things uncomfortable between the both of you and he was worried. However, now the need to protect you was solidified in his mind- he couldn’t let anyone get to you, not even Rika.

               Over the course of the next two days, he still visited the chatroom to see you, but not for as long as he previously would. He noticed that you treated him just the same as before, but he couldn’t shake his awkward feeling. He decided to just talk through it with you at the party, that way he has a day or so to prepare exactly what he wanted to say. Too bad Jihyun’s plans never work out the way he wants them to.

               He picked up his phone, greeting a frantic Luciel. Before he could mutter a 'What’s wrong’,  Luciel is talking a mile a minute and Jihyun just couldn’t keep up.

               "V. It’s the security system for the apartment,“ the younger man started. Jihyun moved to sit on the edge of his seat, his eyebrows furrowing together. "The… special security system,” he finished. His eyes practically popping out of his head, Jihyun stood up, already trying to feel his way to his front door.

               "What about the system? What’s wrong with it? What about MC? Luciel, please tell me that MC is alright,“ he panicked, feeling around for his jacket. He didn’t want to hear what was coming next but he knew he had to, for MC’s safety.

               "It’s… it’s been compromised, someone hacked into it. Probably the same person who led MC there in the first place. It’s been armed and disarmed, over and over again. I’ve been trying to take back control of it, but there’s always the possibility that they could-” Jihyun cut off the red head with a loud curse. Luciel knew just how upset his friend was now due to the fact he next to never used such strong language.

               "I’m going. I’m getting MC out of there,“ he stated, leaving the house and frantically trying to make his way to the apartment. He was tired of hearing Luciel try to tell him to just stay put, it was too dangerous, especially for him and the state of his eyes but he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting you out of that apartment and getting you safe, away from it all, where he can physically hold and protect you. He never even got to see you in person, there was no way he was going to let the world take you from him so soon. There were so many things he wanted to know, needed to know about you before he would ever be satisfied in life.

               Breathing heavier than he ever had in his life, legs shaking like Jell-O, and his eyesight worse due to the mixture of terrified tears and the wind piercing his eyes, he arrived at the apartment, knowing he had to calm himself down before MC opened that door. Leaning a hand against the doorway to make sure he didn’t fall over, he brought his other hand to knock on the door. Before he did, he could hear your panicked voice muffled behind the door.

               "Seven, what do you mean? What are you talking about? A BOMB? There’s a BOMB in this apartment? Why would you- Who would-,” he could only imagine you would shake your head in disbelief at this point, “Nevermind. You know what I don’t want to know why there’s a FREAKING BOMB. So what… what do I do? Do I… do I leave? Do you think it’ll go off?”

               Jihyun’s fist hovered in front of the door, afraid to knock and only make the situation worse. Maybe Luciel was right? Maybe he shouldn’t have come, the younger man was surely capable of taking care of it himself. His self-doubting thoughts were washed away when he strained to hear your quiet voice whimper behind the door.

               "I just wish V were here. He’d know what to do. I’d definitely feel better…“ hearing you wish for him brought the warmest smile to his face. His heart started to beat so fast it stuttered and his whole abdomen was full of millions of butterflies. Before he could change his mind or run away, he rasped his knuckles against the door, ready to finally see you with his own two eyes… He hoped he would be able to see clearly when the door flew open. He could hear Luciel yelling through the phone not to open the door, in case it was the hacker, he saw a figure wielding what looked like a lamp over their head, ready to protect themselves.

               "MC, wait! It’s me,” he begged, stepping back slightly to avoid the lamp colliding with his head if you were to swing. He watched the lamp get lowered as you raised your face to look him in the eyes. He believed in heaven, he believed in angels, and he believed in miracles- you were all three to him in that exact moment.

               His fuzzy eyesight didn’t clear completely, but when he looked at you, it seemed like you were in high definition. The world was blurry but you were the clarity in his life he had been looking for- apparently you were the clarity his eyes needed as well. He quickly glanced at his surroundings, noticing nothing was clear to him but you. You seemed to have this heavenly glow surrounding you as well- was this what an aura was? Or was that the indication of your wings, because he sincerely believed you had wings. He felt like he had finally found the last true mouthpiece of heaven,  these few seconds feeling like the rest of his life, and he was content with that. Your growing smile was like the light of God, shining brightly and piercing him straight to his heart and soul.

               He watched as you ran towards him, his arms instinctively opening to hold you close. The moment your bodies made contact, electricity shot through him, and his chest felt… full. He knew his heart was pounding loud enough for his newfound love to hear, but he didn’t care. He wanted them to know just how fondly he thought of them, how much they had an impact on his heart.

               "MC, it’s alright, I’m here for you,“ he whispered against the top of your head, burying his smile in your hair before continuing in a soft voice, "I came to protect you.” keeping your arms wrapped around him, you pulled you head away from his chest to look up at him, locking eyes and offering him a small smile.

               "You ran all the way here, for me?“ your smile dropped, a concerned look replacing it, "but you could have been really hurt! V, that’s-” he cut you off by placing a finger to your lips, smiling at the small blush that rose on your cheeks.

               "Jihyun. Please, I want to hear that heavenly smooth voice say my actual name,“ he proposed, gently laughing at just how much your blush had grown. He wouldn’t bother hiding his feelings anymore, he had already exposed himself days before.  You hid your face back against his chest, running from your embarrassment as the two of you just stood holding each other in the hallway for several minutes. Luciel kept taking screenshots from the security cameras and sent them to the group chat, frantically fangirling.

               Your eyebrows furrowed together as you removed your head from his chest again, earning a head tilt from him in return. Patting his jacket pocket, your own head tilted to the side.

               "V- I mean, Jihyun, what’s this in your pocket? It’s… slightly vibrating,” you asked, watching as he stuck his hand in there to find out himself. He didn’t remember his phone being in that pocket…

               The both of you shared a gasp as you looked at the small compass laying in his palm, the needle spinning in frantic circles the closer your own hand got to the device. The moment your fingers grazed the metal cylinder, it dissipated into thin air, both you and Jihyun watching it leave his hand. He looked up at you with his eyes wide, his mouth slightly hanging open in disbelief. You looked into his eyes before smiling, reaching into your pocket to pull out your own, holding it out to him with your eyes full of love. You were completely ready to combine the two halves of your souls, right then and there and he was so overwhelmed with emotions that tears started to stream down his face, only to break when they hit his smile. He slowly extended his hand to lay it over the compass, feeling it dissipate and he gently held onto your hand, leaning forward to place a kiss between your eyes.

               "I wouldn’t have expected this, MC. I always believed in natural love, finding my true soulmate always came second,“ he started, looking at your hands, beginning to interlace his fingers with your own, "But now that I’ve gotten a taste of what it’s like to find the one just for me, I understand why people look for their other half. You are my heaven. You are my clarity in this world,” he looked into your eyes hoping to convey just how much he already loved you with the emotions in his own before he brought his face closer, looking between your eyes and you lips, only fully leaning in to place a loving kiss to your lips once he saw you lean into him.

               "You, MC, are the only thing I’m going to see for the rest of my life, and I’ve never been happier to have finally followed the right direction.“



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Queen || Draco Malfoy x Reader

{summary: sometimes, you fall in love with the person you least expect to be with.}

I’ve been working on the peter parker request for days now, yet still can’t find the muse to finish it and post it. So here, have this draco malfoy story instead.

this isn’t my best work like at all. I just wanted to do something to challenge myself because it’s been a rough day for me, and I find that writing always helps with making me happier.

warnings: language, and draco is going to be an annoying cunt for the first few parts of this story before turning sweet with age. draco malfoy (from what I remember with the books) is spoiled and likes to believe that the whole world is meant to be handed to him on a silver platter.

Love won’t come so easily between him and the reader, and if the subject of bullying triggers you, then please, do not read this story.

also, if you hate the enemies to lovers trope, this is definitely not the story for you.

ps house of gold is a MASTERPIECE.

word count: 4,100+

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A Proper Man - Fp Jones x Reader

REQUEST - ‘Since I too love FP I’d love a one shot where you see him standing at the bar while you’re out with friends and you flirt with him until he asks if you want to get out of the bar with him and then just take the story however far you want. :))’
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WORD COUNT - 3,869
A/N - So this is actually my first ever one shot. I write a few fan fiction stories, but I’ve never written a one shot, so I really hope it’s okay and someone like it at least. My requests for more one shots are open, so if you want something written then drop me a message! I’ve got more coming though so watch this space and enjoy this one xx
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It was a Saturday night. One of the more busiest times for night owls to flock to the party scene for a fun filled night. The bar on the South Side of town had always been a rowdy place most nights of the week and from anywhere after noon. 

The Whyte Wyrm in particular on a Saturday hadn’t been this loud since before the summer had started. But tonight a group of girls from a neighbouring town had been passing through on a bar crawl and they were definitely having much needed celebrations. 

As soon as the door swung open and the sound of high heels coming down the steps towards the main area of the bar, it was almost like every male attention flocked their heads round to look at the group of seven girls approaching the bar side. They were talking loudly, some even cheering and laughing highly, wanting to continue on their fun for the night.

One in particular was already being held up by two other girls beside her, a plastic faux sparkly tiara sat on her head, whilst a band was draped over her shoulders saying ‘Bride To Be’ and it matched with the other girls who had the word 'Bachelorettes’ across theirs.

It was a Bachelorette party. A group of girls giving their friend the ultimate send off before she went on her merry way to married life. Although one girl in particular wasn’t so thrilled her friend, the bride to be was already near enough drunk and this was the third bar they had arrived to.

“Hey, easy, easy.” You said trying to steady your friend onto the stool she was now struggling to get up onto.

“Oh relax! Let’s have some more drinks.” The bride suggested in an excited tone, before a chorus of excitement and cheers followed around her friends.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that this night was suppose to be about fun and your best friends last night of freedom, but all you kept thinking about was how glum you felt inside and how you didn’t really want to be there right now.

No matter what you tried to do, whether that was distracting yourself with drink or looking out for your friends, you couldn’t shake off this feeling and it was getting you down for feeling so selfish right now, but you had your own reasons.

“Maybe we shouldn’t stay here too long,” You found yourself saying as another one of your friends handed you over a shot glass, “you know what they say about this side of town..”

“Oh c'mon! Where’s your sense of fun gone?!” The bride turned to face you with raised brows.

“Yeah, this is suppose to be the bride’s night, she’s the only one who is allowed to get miserable about saying goodbye to the high life.” The other friend said, as you took the shot from her.

“She’s right you know,” You heard a voice say from behind you, before you spun your head round to look at the mysterious stranger, “but what do they say about this side of town?”

You felt your stomach drop slightly as you came face to face with a man, a handsome man if that, wearing a black t-shirt and matching leather jacket, whilst a pair of jeans hung around his waist and the same coloured boots covered his feet.

He had a light layer of stubble growing over his masculine face, his dark brown eyes burned into your own, almost like if you ever so much dared to look away, he would entice you straight back in, but like you would even dare to look away now, when you even had the urge to reach across and run your fingers through his dark messy hair.

“Uh, you know..” You tried to form some kind of explanation, but the way this man was looking at you and the vibe he was giving off, he made you feel nervous to even speak the truth, in more ways than one.

“She’s just not drunk enough yet, right girls?” The other friend stepped in, as there was another chorus of cheers from their group.

“Well, I should buy you all another round.” The man offered, leaning across and informing the bartender to get the girls some more drinks.

The bride to be nudged your side, giving you a smirk and a suggestive look, before she hit her shot glass into your own and the both of you knocked back the strong liquid. Once you laid the glass back down, your eyes trailed back over to the man, his eyes also coming over to meet you, where he gave you a knowing look.

What was with this man?

Not only was his damn attractive and left you lost for words for the first time in your life, but he also brought over this uneasy feeling that you couldn’t even work out. Part of you felt on edge to find out what he really wanted and what he was up to. There was no doubt he was from around here, it wasn’t just him asking about what she thought about his side of the tracks, but it was the way he dressed and the way he acted what gave off warning signs.

But it was like you didn’t want him to back down either. This excitement mixed with the nervous feeling was one you hadn’t felt in a very long time. The way he kept looking over at you and hadn’t left your gaze was lighting something inside of you that you didn’t know would ever come back.

As the next tray of shots got brought over, you went over to reach one to calm your nerves, knowing the girls were right and that you did need to loosen up, as well as control yourself around this mysterious man, but another hand stopped you from going any further.

“Here,” He said handing you over a drink, his fingers grazing over your own as you went to take it from him, “let your friends know that the drinks are on the bar for you all tonight.”

You frowned back at him in confusion, his offer almost too surprising, “Wait, are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s rare we ever get a pretty bridal party come in here. So I’d like to keep you happy enough to stick around and no doubt you’ll be doing me a favour also by pulling in more customers.” He explained to you, like it really was no big deal.

“Uh,” You looked around the room, seeing that it was still mainly male dominated in here, before your eyes fell back on the over generous stranger, “thanks I guess.”

“No problem,” He nodded back at you, before turning back to the other girls, “enjoy your night ladies.”

He was moments away from slipping back past you and disappearing off into the midst of the bar, when your best friend, the said bride to be, turned to him and grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket, “No, where are you going?”

“Uh,” He looked down at her hand on him and then back over to you, “I was going to leave you to it..”

“No. You should stay,” The bride smirked, before looking over at you suggestively, “shouldn’t he?”

“Uh,” You found herself lost for words again, frowning at your friend in confusion, before you looked at the man himself, “I guess if you want to..”

“Of course he does! How could he resist so much female attention?” Your other friend added from behind the bride.

“I guess I could sit and have one drink with you all.” The man concluded, as he hopped up onto the bar stool beside you and ordered himself a beer.

Leaning over to your best friend, you grabbed her attention and gave her a pissed off look, “What are you doing?”

“Relax. It’s ok. He’s just having a drink with us. No problem, is it?” Your friend smiled lightly.

“Uh,” You frowned a little deeper, “we don’t even know him..”

“No, but you’re going to get to know him, aren’t you?” The bride changed her smile into a smirk, before she tapped the stranger’s arm and began to get into conversation with him, leaving you nothing else to do than listen from beside her.

What was she playing at?

Could they really trust this guy?

And why was she being made to get to know him out of all of them?

Not that drunk her would mind getting to know this hot stranger but still.
But as you found yourself drinking more from the bar, finding out more about said mysterious man from your friends constant questions and accusations, you didn’t quite mind having this guy around for company, it was entertaining at least and nothing you could have imagined would have happened.

Plus he was pretty damn good to look at also. His eyes were what really couldn’t tear you away. They were just so good to look at. His mannerisms also sent you over the edge nearly. Especially when his leg brushed up against your own bare one of a few times where your dress didn’t quite reach. It was getting a little hot in the bar. Or maybe it was just the booze in your system. Or the guy beside you who was giving you serious vibes that he could have potentially wanted you.

“I-i-i just need the ladies room,” The bride to be announced a little while later, as she looked between the man and you, “I’ll be back. Keep him entertained whilst I’m gone.”

You gave her a look once again that night, as you helped her get down from the stool and your other friend headed to the restroom with her in her drunken state, as you nervously turned back round to face the man you had been left with.

“She’s a right fire cracker that one.” The man remarked, as he knocked back some of his beer.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head with a small smile, “she is. I’m surprised she is still standing to be honest.”

“Well, I’m sure you will look after her, right?” He looked over at you.

“Yeah, of course.”

Turning your head away from him slightly as a silence came over the two of you, you began to swirl your glass around slowly, watching the ice cubs move around the liquid as they began to melt in the heat, wishing your friends would hurry back so you wouldn’t have to be left alone with him for much longer.

You were way out of your depth right now.

Or at least this new closed up and less fun you was. If it had been two years ago, you would have been all over this man and just giving into your attraction to him, but too much had happened lately that you just weren’t ready.

“Do you have anyone to take care of you?” The man asked you, pulling your attention out of your thoughts and away from the glass.

Slowly turning back to face him, you frowned in confusion, “W-what do you mean?”

“You know, do you have anyone to take care of you?” He repeated.

“What like on nights out or?” You presumed with raised brows.

“No,” He smirked lightly, as he leant a little closer, “I mean back home. Is there someone going to be waiting up for you?”

You felt your heart sink at his question. Your mind flooded with past memories and feelings. As you went to open your mouth to speak, but no one words come out, almost like it was too soon to admit to the outside world that things weren’t the same anymore.

“Apart from her annoying older sister, no she won’t have.”

Flinging your head round to behind you, you saw your best friend jump back up onto the bar stool in her drunken manner and turn to face the man, he looked back over at you and then on her with a small nod.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded an explanation, as to why she thought she could just swim back in and talk to for you.

Ignoring your question on her, the bride leant back over to the man more and continued on, “see, just last weekend, my best friend here, she got dumped by the guy she should have dumped in the first place. Her stupid high school romance came to an end after however many years of lies and cheating on the guys half, my best friend here finally got away from the douche we all grew to hate,”

You went a death glare over to your bestfriend, feeling your chest tighten as you let your best friend ramble on and exploit your secret heartbreak to this man, who probably didn’t even want to hear it right now.

But you couldn’t even speak up for yourself. You didn’t even know how. Because the heartache was still raw. It hadn’t even healed yet. You didn’t even know where to start to heal the heartache.

“So if you’re wondering why she has been so grouchy and over sensitive tonight it is because of him, it is because of that lying cheating bastard that my best friend is just not her usual fun, easy going and adventurous self tonight.” She finished, before turning to you and rubbing your arm comfortingly.

You never turned your head back to look at the man on the other side of you. One because you were glaring at your friend for exposing something so personal and private to a guy who probably didn’t even care in her drunken state, but also because you felt nervous of his reaction, almost like you presumed he would mock you or take advantage of the situation.

“Is that so?” You heard him say.

The bride to be rolled her eyes over to you, almost like she was hinting for you to speak up and defend yourself, but when you didn’t and kept silent, she nodded back at the man with sad look.

Before she had the chance to go on more about how this waste of a space ex had destroyed your life and confidence, a song came over the speakers that made the bride to be and her friends around her widen their face in excitement, before they all began to jump off their stools.

“Oh my god! This is my song!” The bride exclaimed excitedly, as you sighed lightly, really in no mood to go and dance right now.

You just wanted to go home. Or just anywhere away from the party scene. You needed a break. You needed time to process what was going on and the life you were living now.

The other girls began to drag the bride away from the bar, wanting them to go off and let loose, but the bride was clinging to your hand, “Come on. Let’s go and have some fun.”

“She can stay with me,” The man offered, noticing your lack of enthusiasm to go off and be with them, “it’s all good here.”

You turned your head to face him for the first time since your best friend had informed him the reasons behind your grouchiness. His eyes met with yours once again and your stomach flipped at the look he was giving you. You couldn’t even explain what it meant. But it almost made you feel assured that it would all be ok. That you were safe with him here. That you could have that much needed break.

The bride rolled her eyes back onto you with a small smile, before you nodded in acceptance of the guys offer, “Go on.”

Squeezing your arm back excitedly, the bride and the group of girls you called your friends hurried over to go dance, leaving you and the mystery guy alone for the rest of the time being, causing your nerves to start bumping around your body again.

“Was what she said true?” The man asked you once they had gone.

“What?” You looked back nervously.

“About your ex? The high school romance?” He questioned further.

“Uh yeah,” You nodded, before clearing your dry throat, “it’s all true.”

“That’s the thing about high school romances, they never last,” He continued on as he watched you take a sip from your drink, “what you really need is a proper man.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your own head when you heard him say this, you had to put your now empty drink down and shake your head, having to remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming and the ridiculously attractive mysterious man had just said that.

“A-are you hitting on me?” You found yourself asking for clarification.

Would it be bad if I was?“ He asked, before he turned to face you more, "why else do you think I’ve been sat here for so long listening to your best friend drunkenly ramble on? I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”

“To show up?” You frowned back in confusion. “I’ve been here all along.”

“The real you,” He answered with a small smirk, “the one before all the ex drama.”

If you had been sober, you would have probably kicked the guy in the crotch and stormed off out of there for what he was saying. But right now. This guy wanted you. And had only been sat here because of you. This was the most attention you had from a male in weeks, months, maybe even the past year, your past relationship never being this thrilling and exciting.

“I guess she’s just not coming out to play tonight.” You remarked.

“Guess I’ll just have to try a little harder then, won’t I?” He kept his gaze on you.

“Guess you will..” You found yourself flirting back, as you leant across and took his beer from him.

He watched you with excitement as you brought the bottle up to your lips and took a large swig from the booze, finishing off his bottle and going to order you both another round of drinks, wanting to listen to the other side of you that was just telling you to just chill out and be the girl you were before all the hurt.

Because was the girl your friends knew and loved, the girl you were before all the drama with your ex, the girl who this guy beside you wanted to see and get to know, the girl you were suppose to be and knew deep down you could be again.

And that’s what happened.

The drinks flowed. As well as a conversation about absolutely everything. The South Side. The bar they were in. The job you held back home. You even found out his name. FP was all he told you. You knew it had to stand for something. And when he did tell you. You couldn’t help but laugh that such a dark character had such a formal name.

“You know, I really do think she has come out to play.” Fp leant over to you, the gap between you two not even a gap anymore from how many times you had grown closer over the night.

“You think so?” You ran your tongue over your lip teasingly, before looking back at him, “I don’t think she quite has yet..”

“Oh really?” He smirked, leaning away slightly and laying his beer down.

“Yeah. But I do think she is ready to show you the real side of her.” You found yourself saying, a daring twinkle in your eyes.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Fp asked you, laying his hand on your knee.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You smirked, as you turned your head round to look at your friends still dancing hours later, before you hopped off the stool and waited for Fp to join you.

Fp lead you through the back entrance of the bar and out into the parking lot, before he got one of his more sober friends to give him a ride back to his place.

You felt the waves of excitement and nerves hit you as you sat in the back of the vehicle, Fp beside you his hand resting on your knee as he stared out of the window watching the night sky roll by.

With in only five minutes, the car came to a stop outside a trailer park not far from the bar. It looked run down and the type of area your parents would warn you about when you were a kid. The exact feeling you had when you had first saw Fp come over to you and your friends at the bar.

But now you had got to know the guy more and had drink running through your veins, you didn’t care less where this guy was from or what he would be doing the next day, because you knew come tomorrow you and Fp wouldn’t even cross paths ever again.

This was a one night thing.

Going over to his trailer, he unlocked the door and headed inside, you followed behind him and entered the untidy yet still cosy trailer. You didn’t even have a moment to breathe or even step further inside the place, when Fp crashed his lips onto your own and pushed you up against the now closed front door.

You found yourself sighing heavily into the kiss, his hands wrapping around your waist as yours came round his neck. Your lips moving in synch hungrily and passionately, the taste of booze lingering in both of your mouths, as things began to heat up between the two of you.

Fp shrugged you out of your jacket and his own, before your hands found themselves under his t-shirt, touching his warm bare back and his own were tangled through your hair. This man certainly knew how to kiss a woman, so much so that the excitement in your belly kept growing, thinking about how much pleasure he really could give you.

Between many kisses, touches, thrills and groans, the two of you crashed back down onto the couch inside the trailers small living room. Your breathing heavy as you felt Fp press a light kiss into the back of your neck and you were moments away from rolling back over to kiss him again, when you  heard your cell phone began to ring throughout the quiet home.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed hold of your withdrawn garments and pulled them on, before going over to your jacket just as it finished ringing. Seeing that it was one of your friends calling you, probably wondering where the hell you were, you went to type out a text back to them to assure them.

“You think your friend will be happy that you got to know me tonight?” Fp asked from the couch with a smirk.

“Yeah I think so,” You returned the gesture, as you slipped your phone back away and finished getting dressed, “uh and thanks for showing me what a proper man is like.”

He turned his head to look back up at you with an amused expression, “You’re most welcome.”

Hamilsquad Monster Headcanon’s

these are kinda kinky kinda sad but here 


Vampire!Alexander:

(I did these headcanons already but here are some more)

Alex is fast

  • Like… Fast. Especially when hungry.

John refuses to let you guys go walking in the woods anymore because of that time Alex got lost because he ran away to chase a rabbit and you couldn’t find him for almost two hours

  • He literally ran almost three miles after this rabbit in five minutes
  • He then had a panic attack because he was lost and the sun was coming up
  • You found him though, thank God, with just enough time to get him home before he got hurt

He doesn’t like the taste of certain blood – most vampires don’t care but he does

  • He won’t take his steaks as anything but rare but his pork has to be fully cooked or he throws up and gets a nosebleed

He likes to stay up late – it’s either you or John who has to drag him to bed because he goes the weakest for the two of you

But he doesn’t even do things he can’t do in the daytime

  • Literally, it’s like he could go outside and take a walk – he could do something he can only do at night – but no, there he is, writing a thirty-page essay and drinking more coffee at 1 AM

He’s got soft spots though

  • Laf’s wings are his favorite thing like just show him a feather and he’s up like Laf’s wings are warm and Jesus this boy loves being close to his boyfriend like that
  • He’s a kinky boy, suck his neck and he’s just t h er e
  • John can get him in with a blowjob just sayin’ (He could sing at the poor boy, but that would mean sex before bed because nothing turns Alex on more than John’s singing) so he’s just kind of like ‘I’ll let you fuck my throat if you come to bed’
  • Herc just has to give him that look and he’s shuffling quietly into the bedroom

But that’s only in severe cases because, although vampires tend to be fearsome, nothing is scarier than an angry demon, and when Herc is angry, you’ll know

  • It’s the look Alex gets when he’s done something wrong
  • He goes all non-verbal after that and it’s awful because Alex may be the most dreaded species out of all of you guys, he’s still fragile

Hercules hates doing it 

  • But after three nights of not sleeping, Alex still won’t go to sleep, so he kind of has to

Angel!Lafayette: (I said wings like 90 times here much sorry)

Laf has the nicest wings!!!!

  • They’re so soft and warm
  • They’re pure-white, but fade down to a baby-swan grey and they’re so pretty!!!
  • He closes them when he blushes but they’re nice ‘n open when he’s excited it’s so cute he doesn’t even know he does it
  • They provide lots of shade so he’s the best to go to the beach/picnic with because there’s never any sun in your eyes

He sleeps with them like a blanket and encases whoever is next to him as well, usually meaning Alex wakes up with a feathery blanket wrapped around his waist and his actual covers missing

  • But that’s okay though because he’s right up against Laf and that makes him all gushy and gooey and cute
  • and warm Laf’s so warm

The biggest Supernatural fan you’ve ever met

  • Probably has a crush on both Dean and Sam
  • Hates Castiel because he “Looks too much like mon père.”

Also when he stretches, he does this thing that’s just… wow

  • Like the fact that he stretches his arms over his head and it shows off his biceps and toned stomach is enough
  • But then his wings stretch out and the tips point up and god he’s perfect
  • But he does this thing where he’ll keep his wings stretched after he drops his arms down and yawns
  • And then he wraps himself in his wings and it’s like a giant hug!

You, Alex, and John have developed a contest to see who can hug him at the perfect time to get wrapped up in his wings with him

  • And he’s just kind of like “Ah! Bonjour, mon amour!” and he smiles so wide and kisses your forehead, spinning you slightly in his wings and hes so happy I just,,,,,

He wears giant hoodies in public because he doesn’t think they’re as beautiful as everyone thinks they are because… Well…

  • Like most angels, the dude’s pretty old
  • Most monsters like him were kept in circus’, freak shows, things like that
  • He was basically the property of the famous French traveling circus: ‘Nightline Brother’s Travelling Carnival Of Freaks, Mystery, and Tricks!’

The name is burned onto the sole of his left foot, and, even though it’s been almost a century, it’s still there

  • He won’t take off his socks for almost anything because of it

But his wings, they… They’re not great

He’s missing large patches of grey and white feathers here and there, but the skin underneath is all red and rough and bumpy like it’s been burned it’s… It’s not good

  • “I messed up one time… A few times.”

He’s got a few scars on his back and doesn’t like taking off his shirt, because they’re red and angry and pronounced and ugly – not to you, to him – and it hurts him to see them

  • “The people liked it when I screamed, I… I do not know…” He sighs. “It hurt. But it’s okay, I am fine, mon chou. It is over.”

He likes to fly but only does it when he wants - you can’t ask him too because then he’ll think he has to or he’ll disappoint you

  • Yet another side-effect from being a captive for so long

Sometimes you’ll walk into him flying around the bedroom

  • Or the library,
  • He does it in empty shopping centers
  • Hotel hallways 
  • The woods
  • Warehouses

He always has this goofy grin on his face when he flies

  • It’s a reminder that he’s free

You guys are allowed to touch his wings as long as he knows you’re doing it, but the second someone else touches them he has a panic attack

  • “When I was… Uncooperative, they… They used strings. You could never see them, but if I did not want to show my wings they would make me open them… It hurt a lot… Hands just feel the same I suppose?”
  • Unless it’s a little kid, he trusts them because they were always the ones who were gentle with him back in his freak-show days; plus they were the ones who gave him scraps of food and whatnot when they noticed ‘how skinny the bird in the cart with bars is

Also, he can’t have his hands tied - it’s too big a reminder of the shackles he was once bound by - he’ll cry and thrash like a madman because it brings back too many memories

  • Like one time he was kind of freaking out because of something and tried to get his sweater off quickly and in a moment of panic, it got caught around his wrists behind his back
  • He fell to the floor and writhed, shrieking and flapping his wings like a deranged pigeon when Alex went to help him
  • And John freaked, asking if he should just start singing to try and calm the Frenchman down, but Laf only sobbed harder, begging him not to because he didn’t want to lose consciousness like this
  • He only calmed down when Alex managed to yank the sweater off him, and then he curled up, wrapped himself in his wings, practically hiding in the feathers, and sobbed for almost half an hour

None of you left his side though

  • Alex missed work
  • John was tired
  • You were crying
  • Herc was petting his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear the whole time

But none of you left

  • Je suis désolé, mes amours, I just… It is a memory – it just hurts to think about, I am… I am so sorry.”

But the one that really gets you is the scar where his wings meet his skin

  • It’s a deep, dark, unfading scar that he’ll have panic attacks over and point to and all of you guys just know
  • It hurts when it rains and aches when he flies too high

That was the only deformation you asked about, and you were met with a sigh as he rubbed his hand over his tired face

  • “I… They wanted to try to make me human, I suppose? Didn’t get very far – they said the screams were heard for miles.” 
  • He says it like it’s an accomplishment, but you just feel your heart break and you hold him real close
  • He wraps his wings around you
  • And you just sob

“I love you…” You mumble into his skin. “I love you, you and your scars, you and your wings, you. I’m so sorry, Laf, I’m so, so sorry.”

He’ll wake up in the middle of the night panting in a cold sweat at least three times a week - probably more

  • He’ll need someone to hold onto, so don’t get mad if he wakes you up and doesn’t let go for like twenty minutes

He just needs to forget all those nights where he was chained up, alone, in a wooden cart with cold, steel bars on every side, with only the moon and the screams of other “freaks” to fall asleep too

Siren!John:

John’s singing is just… Oof

  • The minute those golden pipes start a-rollin’, whoever passes is horny for the rest of the day

He’s never taken a shower without at least one of you there because he legit can’t contain his singing in the shower

  • Laf and Herc are better about that stuff – it doesn’t affect them as much, maybe because they’re older and more dominant
  • But the minute Alex even hears a note out of that boy’s mouth he’s either on his knees and pliant or ready to taste some of that sweet blood (With John’s consent of course)

But he can’t help it, he loves to sing

  • And why shouldn’t he? He’s great at it!!

Sometimes it attracts unwanted attention though

  • They once got into a bar fight because some guys couldn’t keep it in their pants when he drunkenly quietly sang along to Kelly Clarkson while Alex, Herc, and Laf were getting more drinks

Now, your boys don’t get angry easily

  • A bar fight? They would’ve probably given the dudes a few bruises but they’re smart enough to get out of there while they can

But they legit came back to find John pinned against the wall by his wrists, disgusting lips on his neck, writhing as they tried to slip their hands into his pants

  • The pedophiles barely made it out alive

John basically had a constant panic attack for the next few weeks, though, because, although those men did basically try to rape him, it was his fault - he sung

  • He refused to go out for almost a month after that until you and the boys had an intervention of sorts and convinced him that it wasn’t his fault
  • Literally, all Siren’s singing does is turn you on they were bad men and John, please don’t cry, it wasn’t your fault
  • Poor bbyg has a lot of problems

He has bad memories of boats

  • Doesn’t like nets either
  • But he refuses to tell you why

He absolutely despises aquariums and fish stores

Can’t sleep in anything but his boxers and sometimes falls asleep in the bath

Knows a lot about octopi, loved finding Dory and finding Nemo and cried during both movies

  • He’s the baby, though, he’s only about 400 years old

He can control the whole half-fish thing pretty easily

When he was younger he couldn’t control it and would just swim up to shore and then as soon as he’s on the sand whoops he’s on two legs

So sometimes he’s like “Can I join you baby?” While you’re in the bath, and you’re like “Sure, Johnny”

  • And then BAM! THERE’S THE TAIL
  • It’s not gross and slimy like a fishtail oh no
  • It’s got these huge scales that shine in the light and oh my
  • They’re like blue-green and shimmery and soft to touch
  • And his billowing fins are just mmmmm

He sure is one pretty fish

Demon!Hercules:

T H I S!! B O Y!!

He’s big

  • Everyone’s afraid of him
  • You were too at first though, so you get it

You know it hurts him though, he always bites his lip when mothers or other men give him odd looks

  • It’s not his fault he’s big
  • But you love him for it
  • More Hercules to hug

He sweet tho!!!!

  • He has to kind of dumb-down the whole ‘I am huge and scary and could bench-press a car
  • He brings you flowers and chocolate and the nicest kisses
  • He holds your hand wherever you are
  • He helps people on the daily it’s like he’s drawn to old women crossing the street and men dropping their groceries
  • He’s a softie and sleeps with a teddy-bear you bought him as a joke (it’s not a joke to him he loves it like it’s his child) called ‘Rolo’

Sometimes people try to fight him because it’s that old prison standard of ‘punch the toughest guy and you’re looked up to

  • And he would never hurt a fly
  • So he ignores them

But sometimes they’re fucking stupid and they go for you to get to him

  • Ex: “Hey, baby, want me to show you what a real man is?” – “If your mouth fits around his dick, it’ll barely fit around mine.” – “Ey, girl, bet you look real pretty on your knees, huh?”

His eyes go all red and there’s just something about him that makes everyone in the vicinity shrink but not scream

  • And he gets real close to the dude
  • And honestly if you weren’t right there he’d probably snap the dude’s neck and go on with his day
  • But you are, so he just stares right into the guy’s eyes, and makes a milkshake out of his soul

It usually gives him a nosebleed but it’s whatever

  • He protected you
  • That’s what matters

But usually after something like that he gets all quiet and stays somewhere between angry and timid

  • The guys freak out when you come home, of course, but he just says he’s tired and goes off to sleep
  • You’ll have to explain to him that you aren’t angry at him

“But… Are you… Scared? Of me?”

Give this boy a lot o’ hugs he needs it

He’s vv warm!!!!

  • He can’t sleep with the covers on because of it but you make him anyway because he’ll catch a cold like that
  • He does it for you but kicks them off in the middle of the night just because it’s like a sauna otherwise

He has horns but they’re not as pronounced as they really could be because he used to cut them off to look more human

  • He’s really the only one out of the four of your boys who went through that oppressive stage
  • It really hurt him
  • And he won’t answer anything you ask about it

So they’re a bit like baby deer horns, tiny stubs of wood-like bone that you can see

He only lets you guys touch them though because he trusts you

Truth or Dare? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! I was finally able to write another imagine! This wasn’t requested though, the idea just suddenly popped into my head and I just ran through with it haha. I’m gonna get the requests started so that I can post them soon and re-open my ask box for more requests. I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a bit short and straight to the point lol.

Overview: Reader likes Zach. Zach likes reader. Their friends think they should date and they all end up playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Or perhaps, what could possibly go right?

—–

“Hey Y/N, you should totally come to Jessica’s party later.” Justin says as he nudges my arm.

“Hmm, yeah sure I guess. I mean I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway so sure, I’ll come.” I reply with a small smile.

“Really!? That’s great!” he replies his fists throwing up in the air in joy.

“Calm down Justin. Uhm, who else is coming?” I ask and let out a laugh.

“Just the usual, Hannah, Clay, Sheri, Alex, Monty, Tony, Jeff, Zach.” he answers.

Zach?! Zach is coming?” I reply as my eyes widen in shock.

Zach, Zachary Dempsey. How do I begin to describe Zach? 6foot3 in height, dark brown hair, milk chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, nose accurately shaped by the Gods, and his smile, oh his perfect smile. He was the captain of the basketball team in our school. 

Every single girl in our school swooned over his presence, you can almost hear their hearts race whenever he walks through the hallway. Almost all of the girls had a crush on him, and all of them had no chance with him, and that included me. Although he was this popular, social butterfly in our school, he still kept the right amount of distance to others, which made him seem mysterious and cold.

We’ve always been close, and he was one of the people I often share my secrets too. In our group of friends, Zach and I always get teased. They’d always tell us that we should go out, we should date each other and stuff like that, but for some reason it never actually happens. I’ve heard some of my friends say that he liked me, and I mean like, like, not as a friend but as something more, but I just ignore them. I mean, yeah, I like him too, but I’m just not the kind of person to make the first move. I kind of like what we have now, we’re really close, special friends and I like how comfortable I am whenever I’m with him.

Everytime he’d flash his smile at me, everytime I’d tease him because he’s abnormally tall for his age, everytime he’d give me a back hug, everytime he’d feed me food when I’m busy, everytime he’d whine when I beat him in a video game, all of the little things made me fall more and more in love with him everyday. It’s just a shame that I can’t confess to him and that he hasn’t tried telling me what he feels too, if ever he did feel anything for me.

“Y/N.” Justin calls my name.

“Y/N!” he snaps his fingers in front of my face as I awaken to reality and realize I’ve been staring blankly, thinking about Zach.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I jump as I give him a faint smile.

“The bell just rang.” he says as he stands up from his seat and laughs at me.

“Oh it did? Ugh, sorry I was kind of lost for a moment there.” I reply as I stand up to get my backpack.

“I’ll see you at Jess’ later, okay?” he says as we walk side by side to leave the classroom.

“Oh yeah okay. See you later!” I reply as I wave my hand goodbye and walk to the other direction to my next class.

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Peep Show

Word Count: 5457

Warning: Smut with voyeurism and exhibitionism

A/N: This story is a tad bit longer than the other ones I had posted. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

Your name: submit What is this?

“I can’t do this anymore. It’s over, y/n.”

You stared at your boyfriend, shocked at the words that just escaped from his mouth. This was not how you saw your two year anniversary going. You had planned a nice romantic evening at your apartment for you and your boyfriend, Chris. He was supposed to come over at six for a cheesy candlelit dinner you had prepared. Followed by a movie on your cozy couch which would result in you two snuggling up together in each other’s arms. Then the night would end with a little physical contact in the bedroom and lots of R&R the next day. But of course, Chris had other plans. He came over empty handed! And not only that, he forgot it was your anniversary! Chris had expressed that he had fallen out of love with you for some time now and he wanted to seek excitement elsewhere. You were blindsided by his confession and completely heartbroken.

“But Chris, can’t we-”

“NO, Y/N! We are over! There’s nothing more you can say that will make me change my mind. Besides, I started seeing someone else.”

Chris left your apartment leaving you on the floor in a balling mess.

~~~

One Week Later…

“Y/n! This is ridiculous!” Your best friend yelled as she pulled the blinds open, letting light enter your apartment. “Besides work, you haven’t let this damn place!”

You lowered your head in shame. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the world but the breakup was still fresh on your mind. You had given two years of your life to a guy, thinking that he loved you only for him to tell he was bored with the relationship. It was embarrassing and also insulting. You didn’t look at the situation as if it was his choice but blamed yourself because you couldn’t keep him happy. A few tears fell from your eyes. Your best friend rushed to your side, holding you close.

“Don’t you dare cry over that asshole, y/n. He doesn’t deserve your tears or thoughts,” she wiped your cheeks. “Guys don’t think when it comes to relationships. All they want is for someone, who isn’t their mother, to take care of them and supply them with sex and food. You remembered what happened with my ex?”

You thought back to the many phone calls you two shared because her ex boyfriend. If there was a king of douche bag boyfriends, he would be it. Not only did he cheat on her but he trashed her apartment and stole her money before he disappeared. You two were up all night driving around looking for him. At the time, you were relieved Chris wasn’t like that but you also didn’t expect him to walk out on you.

“Anyways, I learned from the situation. I’m too young to settle down and now I’m living my life just the way I want it. I don’t need a boyfriend and I keep a few guys around to handle my needs. Yep! Life is just wonderful which is why I don’t want you hanging in the house anymore. Let’s invite a few more friends, get dressed up and go out tonight. What do you say?”

You thought it over for a second. To hell with Chris! If he didn’t appreciate you then it was his lost. Eventually, someone will come along and appreciate what an amazing person you were. But that day was not today, so why not go out and have fun?

“Hell yeah! Count me in!” You shouted as you jumped up from the couch, storming into your bedroom closet to look for something to wear.

A couple hours later, you, your best friend, and three other girls stood in line waiting to get inside a club. You decided on wearing a simple black dress that hung off of your shoulders and black stilettos heels. Tonight you wanted to focus solely on having fun and not about Chris and what he could possibly be doing at that moment. It wasn’t long before you were let in and the blast of music followed by people all over made you tense. Your best friend noticed.

“Relax, I know it’s been awhile since you put yourself out there but you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy yourself.” She whispered in your ear. You offered her weak smile and nodded.

As the night went on, everyone was having a good time. Your group of friends were chatting with a group of guys and you danced and drank a little too much to the point that you were tipsy. You heard your friend say something about going to another club and everyone got up to leave. You tried to keep up but ended up getting lost on the street. You checked your phone but had no signal to make a call.

As you walked around looking for them, the cool outside air sobered you up. It had been ten minutes and still no sign of your friends. You were about to hail for a cab and head home until you realized you were standing in front of a club. “Desire” spelled out in red neon lights and just below the name, words in white read “live shows”. Weird. It didn’t seem like the average place to party and held some mystery to it.

“They couldn’t have come here,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around. “What the hell. No harm in checking.”

You entered through the door and immediately felt the change in atmosphere from the previous club. The furniture and walls were white with a luminous blue light reflecting off of it. The slow sensual music was loud but not enough to hear from outside. Overall, you liked the place. Everyone there was wearing all black and a mask across their face, hiding their identity. You noticed they each sported a different color wristband as well. A man approached you. His choice of clothes, although were black, was different from everyone else’s. In fact, only six men wore that uniform.

“Good evening and welcome to Desire. May I ask which show would you be interested in?” He spoke.

“Well, I was looking for my friends. I thought had came in here but I guess I am mistaken.” You told him as you continued to look around. He could sense your curiosity and offered you light smile.

“If you are interested, I could give you a tour.”

He offered his hand to you. You were hesitant but decided to take it. You thought about your friends. Wondering if they were looking for you or if they went to the club or home. He led you through the crowd, handing you a glass of champagne along the way.

“What kind of place is this? It doesn’t seem like a club.” You asked.

“That’s because this is a lounge, for entertainment purposes only. This is the main floor. Some nights the stage is available for musical performances while the guests mingle but that’s not tonight. We offer drinks, food, and music. People pay to relax, make small talk, and to watch.”

“To watch? Watch what?” Confusion etched across your faced.

You two stopped in front a black door, shield away by a black, velvety curtain located in the back. He held the door open for you and you walked through. In this area of the lounge, the walls were red, the furniture was black, and the light shining from above was bright for you to see everything.

“Our peep shows range from whatever you desire. If you have a kink for control, then I would suggest the bdsm shows or if you’re into dress up, there’s the role play shows. Orgies, gay sex, spankings, cross dressing… you name it, we have it for your viewing.” Your head was swimming in thoughts. Out of all the places, you end up in the fetish club. It was all so overwhelming.

“So have you decided on a show?” He asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

“Actually, this is too much for me,” you admitted, turning to face him. “I don’t even know what my kinks are. I just simply enjoyed sex.”

“Ah! I know the perfect room for you and the show is just about to start.”

The host walked over to you and placed a white wristband around your wrist. Once again he led you to a door. Inside only held a single black chair.

“Which one is this?” You were almost scared to ask.

“This is Jimin. He is the crowd’s favorite.”

“Wait!” You stopped momentarily. “Will I be the only one watching?”

“Of course. For privacy reasons, we only offer one person per room.”

He ushered you inside and entered behind you, shutting the door. You took a seat and stared ahead. The black curtain parted, opening the sensual scene to your eyes. The couple was guarded by a two-way glass screen. A dirty blonde haired man, dressed only in his boxer briefs, was kissing down a woman’s neck. She had long silky dark brown hair surrounding a beautiful face. She could have definitely considered being a model if she wasn’t an exhibitionist.

Both of them were kneeling with their bodies faced towards you. His face was concealed from your view as he kissed down her back. The bra the woman was wearing loosened and she pulled it off exposing her small breasts to your gaze. Their bodies fell forward with their backside in the air. He backed away from her to stand properly. His body was well defined and chiseled but not too muscular. His hand flipped his hair out of his face, locking eyes with you. When he did that, your heart nearly stopped beating. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You gasped, sitting up straight in the chair.

“I see you like, Jimin.” The host whispered into your ear. You weren’t even aware, he was even there.

“Yes, he is very handsome.” You mumble, unable to take your eyes off of him.

“Maybe your kink is to watch or being watched. Come here often and you will learn why he is the crowd’s favorite. Have a good evening.”

The host exited the room, leaving you to watch the rest of the show. Jimin had turned his gaze away from you and back to his partner. She rolled over on her back, sliding her hands down her body resting on her private area. Her hand moved to the inside of her panties as she lifted her hips off of the bed. You couldn’t hear their voices or sounds but by the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying the pleasure she gave herself. Jimin watched her with hunger in his eyes. You saw his lips move and immediately she was bent over in front of him. His underwear slid down his thighs, resting at his knees. His hands gripped her hair as his hips thrust forward. You watched him fuck her mouth as yours watered to get a taste. He reached over and slapped her panty covered ass. Your hand twitched as if he just slammed yours. Jimin suddenly pushed the girl on her back, yanking her panties off her legs. You were able to see his thick cock, standing proudly against his abs. It was then you felt a strong urge between your own legs. Closing your thighs tightly, you could feel how wet your panties were. Jimin rid himself of his last bit of clothing and closed the gap between him and his lover. He found your eyes once again as he spread her legs wide and he entered her. You softly moaned out at the same time the girl threw her head back. You watched him fucked her mercilessly wishing it was you. Soon you could see a thin layer of sweat that coated his back. You groaned to yourself. You would give anything to hear their lovemaking.

They suddenly rolled over and the woman was on top. She had braced both hands on his chest was rode him with such forced. Her hair was wild and untamed and both of their eyes were shut as they became lost in the feeling. His hands held on to her hips helping her grind on his cock. You could tell they were close by speed of their movements. The girl frozen her body, her scrunched up and her mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’. Jimin pushed her off of him and stood. Quickly stroking himself until he came all over her face. The last thing you saw was their heavy breathing before the curtain close.

You sat there amazed at what you had just witnessed. You were on the edge of the chair and your fingers left indents in the leather. Your breathing was just as labored, you may as well have been fucking.

“Shit…” you stated, astonished.

~~~

You lied in bed, tossing and turning at the unrelieved pressure between your legs. Over and over the show played in your head since you made it home. Your friends eventually called and told you they were headed home for the night. You neglected to tell them about your mystery club and instead, wished them a good night. You thought back to how Jimin hammered into that woman. The way his muscles in his ass flexed and the satisfied look on her face, giving her quite a fuck.

“Jimin…” you breathed his name.

There was something about him that intrigued you. The look of hunger in his eyes as you stared at each other. It almost felt as though he was fucking you. You certainly felt the connection and knew why everyone favored his shows. He had a presence that invited you in. Even in that type of setting, you felt welcomed. You wondered how many women left that place panties wet, horny as hell, wishing Jimin would fuck them. Knowing them, they probably just found a random guy in the lounge and brought him home for an easy one night stand. But you… you wanted Jimin.

So it was no surprise that you went back the next night. You stared at the neon sign before walking inside. Immediately, you spotted who you were looking for and smiled.

“Good evening and welcome back to Desire. May I ask which shows are you interested in seeing tonight.” The host asked.

“I would like to see The Crowd’s Favorite. Is he available?” You replied with a smile, handing him your first payment. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod. This time he placed a red colored wristband on your arm. He led you pass the black door to the rooms where the shows were being presented. He handed you a black laced mask before leaving you by yourself.

“Enjoy the show.”

You found his specific room and entered, taking a seat in the chair. You stared at the mask in your hands, debating on whether to wear it or not. You decided not to since people had already seen your face. Taking a deep breath, you waited for the curtain to open and a minute later it did.

The same woman was laid out on the bed, her fingers buried deep within her cunt. She was the only one who was visible and you wondered where Jimin was. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. You thought about how it would feel to put your body on display for a man or woman to see. To let them see you spread wide, performing lewd acts by yourself or with a partner. It sounds interesting but you didn’t have the guts. Maybe that’s why Chris decided to leave. You didn’t provide enough excitement in the bedroom and your sex life became dull.

As soon as you shook the depressing thought from your mind, Jimin appeared and climbed onto the bed. He snatched the woman’s hand away from her pussy and held them both above her head. She mouthed something to him as she started fidgeting. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before they were pressed against her clit. Slowly, his fingers rubbed circles around the nub. You watched her back arch, lifting her chest in the air. Your breathing increased as well. Jimin slipped one finger after another into her twat until three of his fingers rested inside her. He worked them slowly against her walls, ultimately speeding up his pace. You couldn’t help the sudden rush you were feeling. Your fingers found what they was looking for in the inside of your panties. You were already soaked and wasted no time plunging your fingers into your pussy, trying to match his speed. Your eyes shut momentarily as you moaned out in pleasure. When they opened, you found Jimin watching you instead of his lover. His eyes drifted down from your face to your hand inside your panties. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you were too far gone to stop now. You opened your legs wider and used your other hand to massage your clit. Your juices flowed down your ass and onto the leather fabric. Your eyes closed again, imagining it was his fingers. You picture his naked body leaning over you, watching as you were about to cum. You looked past your heavy lids and saw Jimin lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes still locked on your crotched.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” You chanted, feeling your stomach tighten.

Your head fell back and you screamed out as your orgasm washed over you. You swallowed hard, coming to the reality of what you had done. Your legs twitched from the aftermath and your panties were now ruined. When you lifted your head to face Jimin, he had a smirk on his face and a very hard dick in his boxers. You nervously shifted in your seat before getting up and running out of the room. You left the lounge, walking in no particular direction. After awhile, you stopped to calm down.

“What the hell, y/n! How do I go back after what I just did?!” You yelled to yourself.

“Simple, you just come back and take a seat because I’d love to see what else you have up your sleeve.” A deep voice joined the conversation. You turned around only to come face to face with Jimin. You immediately turned away from him and covered your face.

“I’m so sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know what came over me?”

Jimin smiled and crossed his arms. “Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it very much.”

“Really?” You faced him. It was then you noticed his clothes hung loosely on his person, as if he rushed to get dressed.

“Absolutely! It seemed more real and genuine, better than the other shows I’ve seen.”

“That’s because it was. I was horny and I had imagined that it was you that was touching me. Like I said be– WAIT A MINUTE! Does that mean these shows aren’t real?!”

Jimin threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Of course it’s real. We are performers. It’s our job to keep the audience entertained any way possible. But doing the same thing over and over can seem artificial or rehearsed. But I can assure you, it’s real.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, running out of words to say.

“You know, you are quite experienced for a voyeur. Have you considered being an exhibitionist?”

Your eyes widen and you vigorously shook your head. “NO! There’s no way I could do that.”

“Why not? Are you afraid you might like it?” He smirked. You blankly stared at him, unable to answer. There was a possibility that he could be right. Since you came to that place, it gave boost of confidence and a high dosage of sexual excitement that was dying to escape your body. “Do me a favor. Come to the lounge tomorrow night, same time. Wear something comfortable but have on black undergarments. I will meet you in the back.” And with that, Jimin winked at you and walked away.

~~~

The next night, you had dressed exactly how Jimin said. Wearing black cheeky panties under blue jeans and a thin black dress that you pulled up into a makeshift shirt. All hidden under your black jacket. More than the regular share of people were there when you entered the lounge. Tonight, the stage was open and everyone’s attention was on an older woman who softly sung into the microphone. You looked around but couldn’t find your usual host.

“Welcome to Desire. Are you looking for someone in particular or are you interested in a show?” A deep voice asked you.

You faced the man who was dressed as a host but the only difference was that he wore a mask. From your time being there, not once have you seen them wear one.

“Yes, I was looking for you actually.” You stated confidently. Jimin removed his mask and held out his hand which you easily took.

“I had to make sure you didn’t change your mind.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

He led you to an unknown area of the club, one you were unfamiliar with. Opening a door, you were present to tiny room with a single bed inside. When you saw the closed curtain, your stomach dropped and you could feel each nerve tighten under your skin. You didn’t know if you were ready to perform such a task.

“Take off your coat and pants” Jimin spoke. He had already shed his clothes and stood in nothing but boxer briefs. Your eyes traced over every inch of him and his body looked even better close up. With trembling hands, you removed your clothes and handed it him. He sat them off to side and pulled you over to the bed. He stood in front of you, taking in your figure. You took deep slow breaths to calm yourself. Jimin picked up on your mood.

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset that my beautiful date for the night decided to leave me.” He joked. You smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

“Well I already came this far and I wondered what it was like to be watched.”

“But I already watched you.”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Yes, but it I wanted to experience being watched while someone does explicit things to my body. Knowing that you were watching me, only lit the flame and what I want is a forest fire.”

Jimin walked closer, his lips barely touching yours. “Was I the one doing explicit things to your body?”

“Every time.” You breathed out.

“Relax, close your eyes, and tell me about it.”

You close your eyes and felt his presence move away from you. You cheered yourself on in your head, trying to recant your fantasies. “First, you would approach me quietly, leaving wet kisses on my neck. Your hands would roam over my breasts, lightly massaging them.”

As you spoke, you felt Jimin’s hard figure behind you. His hands gently traced up your sides, moving from under your arms to cup your breasts. He fondled the mounds of soft tissue, rubbing his thumbs along your now hard nipples. His head leaned against yours and you felt his warm breath in your ear.

“What kind of shy girl leaves home without a bra? I guess you’re not as innocent as you think.” You moaned out feeling your wetness coat your underwear. “Come on, don’t slow down now, baby. Tell me what else I do to you.”

“One of your hands goes inside my panties and you tease me before finger fucking me.”

He lifted your right leg in the air, hooking his arm under it. His hand eased their way inside your panties, rubbing his fingers along your wet lips. Your head fell back on his shoulder and your hand massaged his scalp. His other hand slipped under your dress and pinched your nipple. Spreading out his fingers, Jimin was able to play with clit and tease your entrance. You were so wet, you were dripping down your thighs.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in your ear.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head back into its position on your shoulders. The curtains were wide open and a woman sat in the chair in front of you. She was wearing her mask so you couldn’t see her face but the look in her eyes told you everything. She was just as interested as you had been when you first showed up. Jimin lowered your leg and moved his hands away. He turned your body to face his as he gripped your panties and yanked them down your legs. He pulled the neckline of your dress down, stretching it as he bent his head to capture your areola in his mouth. As he sucked, you felt his tongue flicking at your nipple. His tongue traced up your body until his mouth found yours. The kiss was a very heated one. Your tongue explored every inch of his mouth and vice versa.

“Let’s give our guest the proper performance, shall we?” He stated. You smiled and nodded. Jimin help pulled your dress off. “Lay on the bed on your back with your head hanging over.”

You followed his command, staring at his upside down figure. Jimin pulled down his boxers, showing off his semi hard cock. When he leaned over to touch your pussy, you came face to face with his genitals. You felt both of his arms wrap around your waist before you were being lift in the air. Almost immediately, his tongue invaded your other lips. Steadying one hand on his thigh and the other around his shaft, you sucked down the mushroom tip. Like a cock hungry slut, you eagerly shoved his cock in your mouth. Taking in as much as you can. Jimin groaned as he lapped at your clit. He licked to your opening, shoving his tongue in as deep as it could go. You were the wettest you had ever been and he was drinking down every drop. You could feel yourself tightening around his little pink muscle.

“Hold it in. We are not done yet.”

Jimin lowered you to the floor and maneuvered you over to the glass screen so that your body was pressed up against it. In one stroke he entered you, squishing your breasts to the glass. The woman almost fell out of her chair at the view she was getting. Jimin pounded into your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks to sink in deeper. You were a moaning mess, the element of pleasure plastered across your face. You pushed your backside against him wanting to feel more.

“Lift your leg up so she can see what I’m doing to you. I want this image burned into her mind.” Jimin growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.

You did what he said only to feel his hand come around your waist. He pinched your swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, using his index to flick the bundle of nerves. His hips picked up speed occasionally grinding himself into you. Your sweaty hands slid down the screen, as you were on the verge of cumming. If only you could witness what the woman was seeing. This was your third come coming to the club, it all boiled down to this moment. Falling apart in front a stranger’s eyes all because of Jimin’s actions. Your breathing increased and you could no longer hold back your excitement.

“Oh God!” You screamed out, releasing so hard Jimin’s cock was forced out of your cunt.

You gasped for air, still feeling your high as your juices puddling under you. Jimin watched you in amazement. He had his usual pleased smirk on his face. But the show wasn’t over just yet. Falling to your knees, you grasped his cock in your hands stroking him to release. You opened your mouth and held out your tongue, waiting on his salty white liquid to land on it. It wasn’t long before his legs buckled and rope after rope of sperm spurted all over your face. There was so much, it almost covered your face entirely.

By now the curtain had closed and Jimin was cleaning you up with a fresh towel. As soon as he finished, he pulled you down onto the bed so you two could rest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just done. A big smile spread across your face. You didn’t think you could do it but you did and was proud of yourself. You suddenly felt like a different person.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You slapped your palm against your forehead. How could you be so forgetful?

“Oh my God, you’re right! I don’t know when I became such a daring person. My name is y/n.”

“Well y/n, it is nice to meet you. But I think you’ve always been that way and you’re just now finding out what interests you. You are a natural born exhibitionist and I would like to help you explore more of that side. Plus more.”

You were silently hoping that this experience with Jimin wouldn’t just be a one-time thing but you also weren’t ready to show your body off every night like he did.

“Let me think it over, okay?”

~~~

One Month Later

You didn’t know how in the world you found yourself sitting across from Chris at a restaurant but you were. He had suddenly called you up out of the blue asking if you were available to talk. And you agreed because he denied you the talk you wanted when he walked out. He stared at you, taking in your appearance. He smiled as he talked.

“I’m glad you decided to join me today. It’s good to see you, y/n. I don’t know what it is but you have this glow about you. You look nice.”

“Thank you. What did you want to talk about?”

He cleared his throat and moved nervously in his seat. “Well, I want to apologize for what happened the last time we talked. I was a jerk for how I treated you and I’m sorry.”

“Mmm…” You raised an eyebrow, sipping on your drink. Your phone dinged and you picked it up to check the message. Chris rubbed his hands together and leaned forward.

“And I was wondering if you could give us another shot? I miss you and I realize you are the woman for me.” He smiled. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at his words. You didn’t think you ever heard him say it. You put your phone down and stared into his eyes.

“Is that how you really feel, Chris?”

“It is,” he took your hand in his. “I really want this. I love you y/n.”

You smiled. “That’s good to hear… but I think that’s the problem. I’m too much of a woman for you,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, gathering your things to leave. “I don’t want to be with a guy who is quick to toss me aside because he thinks I’m no longer valuable. Not once did you talk to me and express how unhappy you were. Instead you decided to leave me looking for something better and judging by how you are back in my face asking for a second chance, I assumed you didn’t find it. I’m sorry, Chris but I’m not someone you drop and pick up every time you feel you want a girlfriend.”

You stood to leave but decided to offer a few choice words to your ex boyfriend. “So to put it frankly, you don’t deserve another second of my time. Fuck no and fuck you! Have a nice life.”

You blew him a kiss and walked away. You smiled brightly as you walked up to Jimin, who was waiting by his car. He looked damn good in all black with his blonde hair blowing in the wind. When he spotted you, he returned your smile and opened his arms when you embraced him. You two shared a brief kiss and Chris, who was watching the entire time, turned his head away in anger. Jimin helped you into the passenger side before he hopped in the driver’s seat. He pulled off, driving to nowhere in particular. You took his hand in yours and the two of sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Your best friend was right. You were young and didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you had your favorite performer ready to dick you down and turn you out when you needed it. Yes, life was marvelous!

How They React to Being Jealous

Obi-Wan

Originally posted by the-return-of-the-imagines

He studied her hand on his Padawan’s arm, watched as she let out a light laugh.

“Obi-Wan has trained you well, Anakin,” she said with a smile. “You are a charming young man.”

“Thank you, my lady,” Anakin replied, something in his eyes making the young woman giggle again.

A noise made her look around until her eyes fell on Obi-Wan.

“Ah! There he is!” Y/N exclaimed, gesturing for her boyfriend to join them. Obi-Wan gingerly walked over to the pair, letting Y/N loop her arm through his in a friendly gesture.

“Master,” Anakin greeted respectfully.

Obi-Wan simply nodded, looking uncomfortable. Y/N, noticing his reaction, smiled warmly at the young Padawan.

“I have been meaning to speak to Obi-Wan about- training with my Padawan,” Y/N said, patting Anakin’s arm again. “Thank you for your time, Anakin, as I said, you are a lovely young man. It was very nice to meet you.”

“Of course, Master Y/N,” Anakin replied before the couple walked away to Y/N’s quarters.

“Everything all right, Obi?” she asked the moment the door was closed.

“Yes, yes,” Obi-Wan said nonchalantly, waving away her concerns. “Perhaps I should leave.”

“Obi, you just got here! Now, really, what’s wrong?”

Obi-Wan paused. “Well.. what were you doing with Anakin?”

Y/N bit her lip, hoping it made her look concerned, but really holding in a laugh. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, love,” he clarified, looking at her meaningfully. “Were you- flirting with him?”

That was it: she burst out laughing. “Oh, Obi-Wan,” she laughed. “I was simply asking Anakin where you were.”

“What?”

She smiled. “I’ve been looking for you all day, and Anakin happened to know where you were. I found a lovely broom closet- interested?”

As the impact of her words hit him, he chuckled. “Lead the way, love.”

Anakin

Originally posted by anakinskywalkerpls

Anakin grinned as he hurried through the halls, excited to see his new fiance again. Their daily visits were hardly enough for the two Jedi, but it was something.

The dismay was clear on the young Jedi’s face when he opened the door to Y/N’s room and found another Jedi sitting on her bed. Though the young Jedi on her bed looked guilty, Y/N herself, across the room, making tea, smiled at Anakin.

“Ani!” she exclaimed. “I was just talking to F/N, we were catching up- we were friends during our training as Padawans, and I haven’t seen them since. We just ran into each other in the halls.”

Anakin forced a smile. “How nice.”

Y/N nodded, grinning at her friend. Then she looked at the time. “Oh, F/N, I suppose it’s time for me to go. Anakin and I are-” she struggled to think of an excuse. “doing something.”

F/N laughed. “I guess that’s my cue to leave. It was lovely to meet you, Anakin. And I’m so glad to catch up with you, Y/N. I hope we can do it again soon.”

After a brief hug, F/N left. The moment the door closed, Anakin exploded.

“What was that?” he demanded.

Y/N shrank back, confused. “What was what?”

“You- and them- you were- were you cheating on me?”

She softened. “Ani, we’re engaged! I would never!”

Anakin frowned. “How do I know that? You were looking pretty friendly during that hug!”

“Anakin, be reasonable! Why would I say yes to your proposal only to cheat on you?”

“Perhaps your feelings were elsewhere, with a long-lost friend. You were just waiting for them to return.”

“Anakin!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I have to go,” Anakin said shortly, turning to walk away.

“Ani, please, what about our date?”

Anakin turned around with a scowl. “Go have it with F/N!”

He slammed the door on his way out.

 “Hey.”

“Hello, Anakin,” she replied wearily.

“Look, Y/N-”

“No,” she interrupted. “I’m sorry. Perhaps I should have told you I was planning to meet with F/N, but, honestly, I had no idea they were even in the temple until we bumped into each other a few minutes before you came in. However, I apologize.”

“No, Y/N,” Anakin continued, looking sheepishly at his feet. “I’m sorry. I completely overreacted. Nothing happened with F/N, you were across the room when I entered. I should have believed you. I’m so, so, sorry, and it will never happen again. Take me back?”

She grinned. “What do you mean ‘take you back’? You never left.”

Luke

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

  Luke studied the scene before him. His girlfriend, Y/N, talking to Han. Of course, Y/N was a friendly girl, and Han had taken an interest in her, so it was nothing out of the ordinary. However, something about the pair made Luke a bit angry, and he wasn’t sure why.

Then his eyes fell upon Han’s arm resting on her shoulder, the smirk on his face and the blush on hers. He felt foolish standing so far away, simply watching them, but he reminded himself it was only out of love. He would hate for her to get hurt.

Han said something else and inched a bit closer. Y/N’s face was incredibly red now, and she looked nervous. Luke felt the jealousy flow through him, and he frowned.

Suddenly, he watched as his girlfriend punched his good friend, the triumphant smirk now on her face.

“Think before you flirt with a taken girl, Solo,” she said, grinning. She looked over and found her boyfriend, offering him a sheepish smile and a shrug.

Luke gave her a big grin and walked away, knowing his girlfriend was more than capable of handling herself.

Finn

Originally posted by bllquis

“Am I good enough for you?”

“What?” you looked up at the former stormtrooper, startled. He shook his head, looking down.

“Am I good enough for you, Y/N? I love you, I really do, but I saw you talking to Poe today, and it seems like you’re getting along pretty nicely. I just thought- maybe you like him?”

You softened. “Finn, I love you. Since the day I met you, I’ve loved you. I don’t want to be Poe’s, I want to be yours. Please don’t doubt yourself, I love you and will never leave you.”

He smiled, though he seemed unsure. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You cuddled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Always. I’ll always be there for you, Finn.

You were practically in Poe’s lap according to Finn’s vision, though in reality, you were a few inches away. You were laughing hysterically at something, probably something Poe said. Finn sighed. He had been about to go and hang out with his friends and girlfriend, but perhaps they’d be better off alone.

Perhaps it was better to leave Y/N and Poe alone.

Hours seemed to have passed, though within five minutes, Y/N had noticed he was nowhere to be found. She discovered him in their quarters, sitting by himself on the bed, looking down at his feet.

“Hey,” she said softly, padding across the plush carpet and perching on the bed next to him. He didn’t meet her eye. “Is everything okay, Finn?”

Finn shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Finn, I know you.” Y/N insisted. She was surprised when her boyfriend looked up and his eyes were filled with tears. “Finn!”

“Y/N, I try so hard, but I just don’t feel like I’m good enough for you. The other members of the Resistance, they have so much to offer, and I’m just- me.”

You hugged him, snuggling with him. When he turned to you, you kissed him. “Finn, it’s just like I said. You’re good enough for me- you’re more than enough. You make me so happy. I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

He hesitated. “You mean it?”

You nodded. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

He fell asleep that night feeling safer and more loved in your arms than ever before.

Poe

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  “Hey, I have to go, I’ll see you later, okay?”

Poe turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed. “What are you up to? Is there some work you have to do I didn’t know about?”

You shook your head, biting back a smile as you thought of your secret. “No, I just want to get some extra work done before tomorrow.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back in a few.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Poe smiled at you as you closed the door behind her.

You ran to the quarters of your good friend and fellow Resistance member’s quarters, a huge smile on your face. You couldn’t tell Poe, but you were more excited than ever to visit F/N.

A half-hour after your departure, Poe decided to surprise you. With a large grin on his face, he headed down to the large room where you usually worked. To his surprise, you were nowhere to be seen. He turned to General Organa, a close mother-figure to him.

“Excuse me, ma'am, have you seen Y/N?”

Leia smiled and nodded. “I saw her walking towards one of her friend’s quarters.”

Poe, although confused, nodded and walked as quickly as possible towards your best friend’s room.

He entered without knocking and was filled with anger when he saw the two of you on the bed.

The moment he entered, your face turned red and you pushed something behind your back.

“Poe!”

“Y/N,” he said bitterly. “Am I interrupting something?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked, pushing the mystery object behind your friend and standing up, walking over to him. Noticing his expression, you turned to F/N. “Perhaps it’s time I leave. Goodnight, F/N.”

“Goodnight, Y/N, Poe.”

You entangled your fingers with Poe’s, leading him back to your bedroom. You perched on the bed beside him, keeping your hand on his.

“Baby-”

“You told me you were working!”

“Calm down, Poe,” you said softly.

“What were you doing that you felt you had to lie to me about it?” Poe demanded, standing up and beginning to pace.

“Poe, honey, I can’t tell you, but you have to believe me it’s nothing bad!”

“How can I trust you after you’ve lied to me?”

“Fine!” you exclaimed, standing up. You felt the anger rushing through you. “I’m sorry. F/N and I were throwing you a surprise party for your birthday. I know you like that kind of thing, and I was trying to do something nice for you. But I’m sorry.”

Poe paused, looking at you. His face softened. “Oh.”

You felt your eyes fill with tears. You had worked so hard on this party for weeks, and you could almost feel the plans fly out the window.

“Sweetheart, I’m so, so sorry..”

“No, no,” you said softly. “It’s okay.”

You felt his arms wrap around you, and you nuzzle into his chest.

“Just- do one thing for me?”

“Of course, Y/N,” Poe replied.

“Act surprised at your party?”

Hux

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He practically dragged her away from the young officer she was speaking to. She looked up at him curiously.

“Are you jealous?”

“Of course not,” Hux scoffed. The young woman beside him grinned.

“You are jealous!”

“Stop it, Y/N, I’m not jealous. You may speak with whoever you’d like.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re jealous.”

Hux sighed and continued with his work. His fiance, Y/N, smiled cheekily and turned to a Lieutenant next to her.

“How lovely to see you again, Lieutenant,” she drawled flirtatiously.

The man nodded. “And you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Hux grit his teeth, his fist clenching. “Come on, Y/N. You have work to do.”

“Of course, sir. How silly of me.” she turned to the officer. “I hope to see you again.”

The man nodded once more before Y/N walked back to her fiance.

“You’re acting very childishly, Y/N.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “But you love it.”

Kylo

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 Ren turned to her. “Must you speak to everyone we pass?”

Y/N sighed. “It’s just being polite, sir. I apologize.”

Kylo nodded. “I understand, Y/N. But we have a schedule to keep.”

“Yes, sir.”

The two walked briskly through the halls. Y/N settled for waving and smiling at everyone they passed. Beneath the helmet, Kylo Ren was struggling to hold back a smile. He, honestly, found his assistant’s friendliness adorable.

“Oh, sir, I’ve been meaning to speak to General Hux about something. Perhaps we could stop for a moment?”

He couldn’t resist the young woman’s widened eyes and pout. “Go ahead.”

She smiled brightly and walked over to the General, instantly starting up a friendly conversation. But Ren saw more- he saw the way Hux looked at her, the way he leaned towards her, the way her smile grew when she saw him and how she turned red when he said something flirty or complimented her.

And it killed him inside.

When his assistant returned, and they began to walk, he took action.

“You shouldn’t speak to him, Y/N.”

“Why not, sir?” Y/N asked curiously. “He is very friendly. He’s always been so kind to me especially.”

“That’s because he loves you, Y/N,” Kylo stated, quickening his pace. Her eyes widened.

“Hux?” she chuckled. “No, sir, I’m sure he doesn’t.”

“You can keep lying to yourself, Y/N,” Kylo replied. “But we both know he has feelings for you.”

“It’s a shame, then,” the young woman said after a bit.

“Why? Wouldn’t you like a relationship with him?”

She smiled. “No, sir. I’m afraid my heart belongs to another.”

“Ah.”

Kylo wondered about this man she loved- was he better than Ren? He must be for someone as kind and sweet as Y/N to love him.

“Do I know him?”

She laughed again, a sweet sound to Kylo. “You are him, sir!”

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The Contest - Chapter 4

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 4 continues with the slow, slow build, Some angst thrown in, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Serious with some funny, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Touching, Groping, Fingering, Language, NSFW, Marshmallows, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 5,075 (wait, what?)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

A/N: Wow, this chapter was a tough one…things got a little out of hand with the word count. I know it’s a change in pace from the previous ones and probably not as entertaining (or smutty) so I hope you’re not too disappointed. I just really needed to write this - would not get out of my head.  So please bear with me…promise to get back to the smutty hilarity in the next two chapters ;)

To everyone who sent me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged after Chapters 1 - 3 THANK YOU! You are the best! I hope I remembered to tag everyone, apologies if you were missed. Send me a note if you would like to be tagged.

To my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 4: Dreams

That night you collapse into bed, groaning loudly as your bruised and weary body sinks into the mattress. Staring at the ceiling you try to shake thoughts of Bucky from your head but you can’t seem to stop the scenes in the gym from replaying on a continuous loop. Every captured image, from his eyes wild with excitement and want or his hard body pressed against yours, is like a self-imposed torture on the senses.

Although every muscle in your body is on fire, nothing compares to the ache between your legs. You and Bucky had both crossed a line that afternoon and as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to go back. All you could think about were Bucky’s fingers rolling over your slick and sliding into you. Even though it was only for a brief moment, it was enough to drive you out of your mind. And they weren’t even his metal ones. You bite your lip hard at the thought of those metal digits circling your clit and plunging into your heat.

You had been fascinated with the mechanics and sheer power of his metal arm from the very moment you meet Bucky. But after overhearing him tell Steve one day that Stark had fixed the vibrating function on his bionic fingers, you found yourself constantly imagining all the dirty things you wanted that hand to do to your body.

The first time he had touched you with it, you were so turned on that you couldn’t speak. You had just stood there silent, your eyes growing wide and mouth falling open as a wave of heat rolled through your body. Bucky however, mistakenly interpreted your reaction as one of fear and to your disappointment, had quickly withdrawn his touch in embarrassment.

For weeks you tried everything to get his hands back onto your body but he seemed to be avoiding all contact – going as far as disobeying an order from Natasha to train with you. He finally confessed the reason to her the night of the party when he had bolted from his seat to escape your stare. Natasha, the consummate matchmaker, assured Bucky that the only thing you were afraid of was how hard you were falling for the super soldier…and that you may explode the next time he touched you with what you referred to as his “weapon of mass distraction.” Noting his confused expression, Natasha was only more than happy to fill Bucky in on your metal arm kink.

After that, it was near impossible to wipe that cocky smirk off his face every time he caught you staring at his arm. It was no surprise then that he was doing his damnedest since the contest started to feel you up every chance he got with his metal fingers. And they did not disappoint.

Fuck. If his fingers feel that good on your body, his cock was going to wreck you.

Jesus that cock. Your pussy twitches as you recall your fingers tracing his erection – so big and thick - through his shorts. How you had managed to restrain yourself from pulling down that thin layer of fabric and wrapping your mouth around that cock was a mystery. The taste of his pre-cum was seared on your lips and you wanted more, so much more. Back arching, you imagine the feel of his hard shaft sliding between your folds and filling your core.

Huffing loudly as you kick the blankets off your legs, you wonder how the hell you’re going to sleep tonight with all of these filthy thoughts of Bucky circling in your head. Turning towards the direction of Bucky’s room you wonder if he’s awake – if thoughts of you were driving him to distraction.

Hmph. Bastard was probably sleeping like a baby, dreaming of Dolores or Mildred or whatever the fuck the women back in his day were called. You feel a pang of jealously as you picture Bucky, looking handsome in his army uniform, flirting and dancing with all the ladies. Arm flexing, you smirk as you give his imaginary girls the once over. You could probably take them, no contest.

Ugh the contest.

Pounding the pillow with your fist, you squeeze your eyes shut and curse yourself for being so competitive. Just give into him and let him win you argue in your head. So you lose just this once, no big deal.

Oh my god, did you just say that? Your eyes fly open. No fucking way in hell Bucky was going to come out on top.

Shit. Now you were picturing him on top of you, driving his hard cock into your pussy.

You look up at the ceiling and sigh. It was going to be a long night.

When sleep finally claims you it’s only for a short while as dark dreams take hold.

You’re standing at the end of a long hallway, lights so bright that they burn your eyes. Two figures appear at the other end, calling your name. Your parents. You try to run to them but your feet are too heavy. Light bulbs explode overhead as you struggle to make your way towards them. By the time you reach the other end of the hallway, they’re gone. All that’s left is a small wooden box at your feet. You bend down to pick it up and open the lid. A sweet, fragile melody fills the space. You are so entranced by the music that you don’t notice the hands reaching around to cover your mouth.

You wake strapped to a chair, faceless men surrounding you. Then you see him, standing silent against a wall. Bucky. You try to call out to him but your head is gripped tight in a steel vice. On the floor is the music box, playing its haunting melody. As the vice begins to pulse around your head, Bucky’s face begins to fade. A booted foot comes crashing down on the music box. Then there is darkness.

You start screaming Bucky’s name.

You awaken to the sound of your bedroom door flying open, a large shadow filling the frame.

“Bucky?” you gasp out hopefully through your tears.

As the figure moves forward, your eyes focus on Steve smiling warily.

“Sorry to disappoint you kiddo,” he says in a slightly dejected voice. “It’s just me.”

“I can go get Bucky if you want.”

Sensing his wounded pride, you shake your head and manage a small smile.

“Get that cute ass of yours over here Cap,” you order shakily, patting the bed.

Steve smiles and sits himself down.

“Another bad dream?” he murmurs as he rubs his thumb over the top of your hand in slow, comforting strokes.

You lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s been months since I had any and now this week, one every night,” you answer sheepishly. “I thought I was finally getting a handle on them.”

Steve tilts his head trying to make eye contact.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Believe me, I know how just the smallest thing can trigger these dreams.”

“Didn’t mean to wake anyone,” you mumble as you brush away a fat tear rolling down your cheek.

“It’s ok, I was already up,” he answers with a heavy sigh.

As Steve leans in to wrap his arm around your shoulder, you wince as he makes contact with your sore body.

“Looks like you and Bucky went at it pretty hard today,” he scolds as he looks over the bruises on your arm.

“Ugh, he’s such a punk sometimes,” you protest while looking up at him with an innocent pout. “Can Captain America beat him up for me?”

“I think you’re doing a damn fine job on your own,” he chuckles. “And I suspect if I ever threw a punch at him you’d clock me.”

Steve’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You’re crazy about him, aren’t you?”

“What?” you sniff indignantly. “You think I’m falling for that smug bastard?”

Steve shakes his head smiling. “You’re not a very good liar sweetheart.”

Your attempts to stare him down in defiance fall to the wayside as he raises an eyebrow and gives you a knowing look.

Hands covering your face, you fall back onto the bed. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You are far from an idiot,” he laughs as he rubs your leg. “You’re a smart, beautiful, strong woman…with lousy taste in men.”

His smile fades slightly as he looks at you, a hint of regret in his eyes. “Any man would be lucky to be with you.”

“I just want one man,” you confess as you turn your head to hide the blush creeping into your cheeks.

“But I can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s just messing with me to win this contest.”

Steve shakes his head in disagreement. “Bucky isn’t a player. He wouldn’t string you along like that.”

“You’re good for him, good for each other,” he continues with a distant look in his eyes. “He’s been so happy lately.”

“When he’s with you, it’s like he’s my old Bucky.”

“Well your Bucky is kind of hard to read sometimes,” you stammer in frustration. “I can never tell what’s going on in his head when we’re together.”

“Well,” Steve smirks. “I’m no expert when it comes to relationships, but I think it’s pretty obvious that Bucky has a thing for you.”

“The guy has a constant boner when you’re around.”

“Oh my stars and stripes,” you gasp in mock horror. “Did Captain America just say boner?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat.”

“You know on second thought, forget what I said about Bucky being into you,” he ponders while rubbing his chin in exaggeration. “He told me just yesterday that he prefers redheads.”

You scoff in annoyance and pull back to strike him in the arm.

Despite being doubled over with laughter, he somehow manages to grab your fist and block your punch.

“Bucky wasn’t kidding,” he teases as he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles in apology. “You’re a feisty little kitty today.”

“hmph,” you grumble as you pull your hand away and cross your arms.

“Come on kitten,” he coaxes in a smooth voice as he rises from the bed. “Let’s get you some warm milk to help you sleep.”

“Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes.”

His warm smile melts away your glare.

“Steve?” you whisper, your eyes lowered as you play with a loose thread on your comforter.

He frowns, his face masked in concern.

“Thanks,” you stammer, eyes welling up with tears.

“Anytime sweetheart,” he murmurs while kissing your cheek.

As he makes his way to the door, he pauses to examine the splintered frame.

He shakes his head and mutters. “That little punk has it bad.”

The walk down the long hallway to the kitchen proves to more nerve-racking than anticipated and by the time you reach the entrance, you’re clutching your arms around you to stop from shaking. Your heart sinks as you enter the dark room and realize that Steve must still be upstairs. Eyes cast down to the floor, you hurriedly make your way to the fridge and swing the door open to grab a bottle of water.

“Back for another round?” a voice questions gruffly from the darkness.

You gasp loudly, nearly dropping the bottle and snap your head up. Peering into the darkness, your eyes land on Bucky, sitting alone at the table.

“Or are you too busy licking your wounds?”

You smile weakly at him, too spent to offer a retort.

“What, no smart comeba…” His smirk fades as the light from the refrigerator illuminates your tear-swollen eyes and ashen complexion.

Within seconds he’s standing in front of you, hands running over your shoulders and down your arms.

“What’s wrong doll,” he stammers as his eyes quickly examine your body. “Are you hurt?”

“Oh god, did I…did I hurt you?” His voice thick with fear and concern, you barely hear the words come out of his mouth.

As you start to shake your head from side to side, he breathes an audible sigh of relief. His worried eyes searching yours, it only takes a moment to read the terror and sadness in them – a reflection of what he’s seen in his own far too many times.

And in that one moment of understanding, your walls come crashing down. Without a word, Bucky swiftly pulls you into his body and wraps his arms protectively around you as you begin to sob uncontrollably against his chest.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you…I’ve got you,” he murmurs over and over into your ear.

His hand comes up to stroke your hair in comfort as he plants a long kiss on the top of your head.

It takes a while before your tears finally subside and you regain your breath. Clutching his shirt, damp with your tears, you start to mumble the details of your dream into his chest.

He grips you tighter as you tell him about your parents, the music box, the Hydra agents and how he had just stood there and watched as they erased your memories.

“I called out to you but it was like you couldn’t hear me,” you whisper, trying to contain the tears that were threatening to spill over again. “I woke up screaming your name.”

As you feel his body tense, you silently wish you had kept that part to yourself.

“I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he chokes out defiantly. “I’ll keep you safe, always.”

He looks at you, his intense blue eyes shimmering with tears.

“Please say you believe me.”

You answer his plea with a soft kiss on his neck before locking your gaze onto his.

“I trust you with my life James.”

A quiet sigh escapes his lips.

“I’m so sorry doll…that I wasn’t there to hear you calling for me.” His voice cracks with emotion as he cups your face in his hand.

“I came down here after…” His voice trails off as a wave of pain and fear rolls across his face and his body sags heavily against yours. It only takes a second for you to register why Bucky was up so late, sitting alone in the dark.

You pull his head down to rest his forehead on yours. You can feel his body trembling as you run your hands up his back and pull him closer.

“Shit I’m so stupid,” you mutter as you rub calming circles on his back. “Here I am spilling all my emotions onto you and I didn’t even stop to think what you were doing down here.”

“Is there anything I can do for you babe?”

A small smile flickers across Bucky’s lips. “For starters, never stop calling me babe.”

You blush fiercely in the dark as you realize your slip.

“Second,” he says as he leans in to kiss your forehead, “let me make you some hot chocolate.”

“I hate drinking alone.”

You nod and give him one last lingering hug before he pulls away towards the stove.

“Not sure what happened to Steve,” he shrugs as he turns on a small light over the stove and lights the gas. “He heard me yelling in my sleep and came in to check on me. Told me to meet him down here so we could talk.”

“That’s my fault,” you mumble guiltily as you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist while he pours some milk and hot chocolate mix into a pot. “He came to my room too after he heard me screaming. He must have been on his way to see you.”

“He said the same thing, to meet him down here…” You pause, smiling as you realize that Steve had intentionally sent you to the kitchen to be with Bucky. Bucky shoots you a knowing smile over his shoulder as he comes to the same conclusion.

A hiss from the stove diverts your attention. Bucky chuckles as you rise up on your tiptoes to try and get a better look over his shoulder.

“So, the Winter Soldier drinks hot chocolate when he can’t sleep?”

He motions to a bottle of rum and marshmallows on the counter. “My own special recipe.”

You smile in approval and move to grab two mugs from the cupboard. Bucky steals a sideways glance, humming in appreciation as he watches your t-shirt ride up to reveal a pair of black silk panties.

Turning to make your way to the kitchen table, you stop abruptly when you spy his Mark II knife next to a can of whipped cream.

“Were you expecting to come down here to find Hydra agents raiding the fridge for our leftovers?”

You raise an eyebrow as he turns towards you, his arms crossed in defense.

“Old habits die hard,” he drawls as his eyes dart to your waist. “But you know that better than anyone, don’t you sweetheart.”

You stare unblinkingly into each other’s eyes for a few moments until Bucky drops his gaze to slowly scan down your body.

“Are you going to surrender yours or do I need to throw you down on the table and do a strip search?”

You swallow hard and feign innocence as you feel the wetness pooling between your legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about solider.”

“The hell you don’t.”

“I felt it through your shirt,” he challenges as he takes a few steps towards you, eyes shining in amusement.

“Or should I say my shirt.”

Sighing in defeat, you pull up the right side of your t-shirt to reveal a small, sheathed Yari tucked into the waist band of your panties. You pull it out and place it next to his.

“Fuck doll,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip. “Talk about a killer body.”

“You make me want to blow my load right here.”

“Keep it in your pants Barnes,” you warn, rubbing your hand a few times along the bulge forming in his sweats until he moans. “I want to be surprised when I rip them off your body.”

He runs his tongue slowly over his lips at the thought as he turns to pour some hot chocolate into two mugs. He adds a splash of rum to each and throws in a handful of marshmallows before joining you at the table.

“We make quite the pair,” he muses as he hands you a mug.

“It’s a wonder we’re allowed to stay here considering we could snap at any minute and wipe out all of the Avengers in a murderous rampage.”

“Dibs on Tony,” you call out as you lightly blow on your hot chocolate before taking a sip.

Bucky throws back his head and laughs.

“Deal,” he answers. “But only on one condition.”

“Should have known there was a catch,” you grumble, narrowing your eyes while you peer at him over your mug.

He smiles and looks down at the table, his fingers tracing over your knife. “Well, since you’re armed and dangerous, I know I’d feel a lot better if I kept you close to me tonight.”

Placing the mug down, you chuckle to yourself and raise your eyebrows in amusement.

“And just how close do you want me soldier?”

Bucky’s lips curve into a flirtatious grin.

“Well, I’m thinking I could keep a really good eye on you from my bed,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he drinks from his mug.

You’re about to respond with a smart remark when you notice a hint of pleading in his tired eyes, and realize his proposal is masking a need he’s too afraid express. Just like you, Bucky Barnes doesn’t want to be alone tonight.

Bucky drops his head slightly in disappointment at your silence but raises it quickly when he feels your fingers tracing over his metal hand.

“I have one condition of my own Barnes before we get in between your sheets,” you counter with a sly smile. “Hands where I can see them, especially this one.”

Pushing back your chair, you grab your hot chocolate and the two knives before turning to go.

Glancing behind you see Bucky, grinning widely, pick up his mug and start towards the door. He pauses and turns back to grab the whipped cream from the table.

You shake your head in exasperation and laugh.

“Really Bucky?”

“In case we need it for our hot chocolate,” he responds with a wink.

A sigh of contentment passes from your lips as you slip under the covers of Bucky’s bed and breathe in his scent. As his metal arm snakes over your waist, you turn onto your side to face him. You reach up to brush a rogue strand of hair from his eyes so you have an unobstructed view of his gorgeous face.

“I hate my hair sometimes,” he mutters in annoyance as the strand falls back over his eye. “I should just cut it all off.”

He’s surprised by your loud gasp.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you ever cut your hair short I swear I will kick your ass all the way back to 1944!”

Bucky laughs and holds his hands up in surrender as you remove a hair tie from your wrist and reach over him to pull his hair back into a small bun.

“So you like your men with long hair,” he teases as his hand tucks under your shirt and starts to move lightly over your back.

“Mmmm yes, and your hair is the perfect length to grab onto when your head is in between my legs,” you purr into his ear before lying back down.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment and you hear him mutter “fuck” under his breath.

Opening his eyes, he questions hopefully. “What else do you like in your man?”

“Hmmm,” you ponder as you play with the collar of his shirt. “Well, my guy is this ridiculously handsome solider from the forties who is smart, funny, too sexy for his own damn good and aggravatingly cocky.”

“He’s extremely flirty and the dirty mouth on this man, unbelievable. He’s also incredibly protective and caring and although he will deny it, has a really good heart…plus a sinful body that looks like it was carved by the tears of angels.”

Bucky shakes his head blushing. “Sounds like a ghost story.”

You bite your lip and reach out to stroke the stubble covering his sharp cheekbones.

“I like his stubble too…oh yes, very much,” you whisper lost in thought.

Bucky dips his head to rub his stubble along your neck.

“Fuck babe, that feels incredible,” you whimper.

He brings his lips to your ear and whispers. “See anything else you like?”

“Well, he needs to be able to fuck me properly, so…” your purr as your hand travels down his taut chest to dip below the band of his sweatpants.

Bucky groans into your neck.

“And this,” you moan breathlessly as the fingers on your other hand begin to make their way slowly over his metal arm. “I really like this.”

“He sounds pretty awesome,” Bucky teases as he pulls you closer.

“Yeah, he’s alright,” you shrug nonchalantly. “Except for the fact that he won’t kiss me.”

A mix of surprise and frustration registers briefly on Bucky’s face. He sighs deeply and begins to trace his metal fingers gently along your jaw line.

“Well maybe he’s a hopeless romantic who’s met his soulmate” he confides shyly. “And he doesn’t want to fuck anything up so he’s waiting for the right time to kiss you.”

“A moment when he doesn’t feel like he’s taking advantage of you because you’re drunk, or scared because of a bad dream.”

“That one perfect moment,” he continues in a hushed whisper, “when you both know that you’ve found something special; beyond anything you ever expected or thought you deserved to have in your life.”

You stare silently into his warm blue eyes with a stunned expression on your face; cheeks flush as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

“I will never get tired of seeing you blush doll.” As his hand moves up to gently stroke your cheek, he frowns at the dark circles under your eyes.

“Nat says you haven’t been sleeping well these past few days.”

Eyes dropping, you slowly nod your head.

“These dreams started up the night you left,” you confess. “I’m not sure…not sure what triggered them.”

“Is it the same one every night,” Bucky asks. “The one you told me about in the kitchen, with your parents?”

“No, that’s the strange thing,” you muse. “I’ve always struggled to dream about my parents but tonight I saw them so clearly - like they were in the room with me and my music box.”

Bucky tilts his head in interest. “The music box in the dream, it was yours?”

“Yes, the one my dad gave me as a birthday present,” you recall with a smile. “It was a little wooden box with a ballerina on the cover – it played Swan Lake. When I was around five, I remember being afraid of the dark and I was scared to fall asleep at night. My dad told me that the music in the box was magic and it would protect me. I would fall asleep to that melody every night.”

“It’s silly, I know,” you admit.

Bucky smiles gently. “No, that’s really sweet.”

“After my parents died, the music box was the only thing I had left of them when they brought me to the orphanage.”

“I was so young when they took me away to the Red Room to start my training, so confused and scared. I would take out the music box every night and think about my parents as I cried myself to sleep.”

Voice faltering, you hesitate, not sure if you should continue. Bucky cups your face with his calloused hand and smiles in encouragement. You take a deep breath.

“I had hidden it under a floorboard in my room, but somehow they found it. They told me that sentiment was a weakness I couldn’t afford and they destroyed it in front of me.”

Bucky brushes away the tears that start to flow down your cheeks.

“I’m being ridiculous,” you whisper. “Crying over a toy.”

“You’re not being ridiculous,” he scoffs as he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the tip of your nose.

“So much for my badass reputation eh?” you laugh sarcastically. “I guess they were right, sentiment makes you weak.”

“Want to tell that to my body sweetheart,” he murmurs as his lips brush over your jaw line. “Trust me, you’re anything but weak.”

You breathe in deeply as his lips skim down to the hollow of your neck.

“I guess I should lay off the ass kickings for while,” you chuckle as your hands move down his back to lightly smack his ass. “Don’t want to make this gorgeous body of yours too sore to move.”

You feel him smile against your neck.

“As much as I enjoyed rolling around with you on the floor of the gym today,” he confides, “I’d much rather work you into a sweat right here in my bed.”

“I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

A groan escapes your lips.

“What,” Bucky exclaims in mock surprise. “You can’t handle the romance?”

“I’ll let you know when you get around to dishing some out soldier.”

He laughs and guides your head down onto his chest. You lay silent, listening to the comforting rhythm of his heart as he strokes your hair.

“You know, I’ve never told anyone that story about the music box,” you admit, lazily drawing circles over his hard pecs.

“I need to be careful around you Barnes. I seem to have a weakness of opening myself up a little more than I should with you dark, brooding types.”

Bucky smiles and shifts your body so you’re lying on top of him.

You let out a breathy moan as his hands move under your panties and his fingers start to trace down the cleft of your ass.

“Doll, I haven’t even started to open you up yet.”

“James!” you whimper as a metal finger circles your back entrance. “Wh-what did I say about that hand?”

“Well, if I remember correctly,” he smirks, “you said my metal hand was your biggest kink, your pussy gets wet just looking at it and you constantly imagine all the dirty ways I’m going to use it on your body.”

“Fucking Nat and her big mouth,” you grumble as you still his hands and pin them down on either side of his body.

“Mmmm, I love it when you take control,” he growls while nipping at your shoulders.

Hovering over him, you grin wickedly and drag your pussy along his hardened shaft. His head falls back, eyes closing as he moans.

You lower yourself to whisper into the shell of his ear.

“Tell me Barnes,’ you coax in a low growl. “What else do you love about me?”

As he knits his brow in concentration and stares deeply into your eyes, you become mesmerized by his expression and start to loosen your grip on his wrists. A sly smile suddenly flashes across his face and he overtakes you by surprise, flipping you on your back.

“Absolutely everything doll.”

You let out a soft moan as his metal hand begins to move under your shirt.

The next morning, you hear the door to Bucky’s room creak open slowly and see Steve peer around the corner.

You lift your head to speak but Steve stops you with a motion of his finger to his lips. He gives you a questioning gesture and sighs in relief when you respond with an ok sign.

A look of confusion clouds his face as he watches you point repeatedly to where Bucky’s hips are pressed tightly against your ass until you clearly mouth the word “boner” and wink.

Steve hangs his head, shaking it in resignation before slowly closing the door. But not before making a not-so-Captain-America-like-gesture with his middle finger in your direction. You gasp silently in mock disapproval.

Behind you, Bucky chuckles softly and pulls you back into his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair as you both fall back asleep.

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Old Souls (Part 6)

Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x some Steve Rogers 

Word Count: 3,481

Warnings: FLUFF, a little angst I think

A/N: We got Cap up in this episode ya’ll. Towards the end lol. Also, this episode does not talk about the reader’s  past. Not yet. I know, I know, but you’ll forgive me once you read this part I promise. We’ll get there. It’s for the good of the story. (It’s 1 AM HERE AND I’M RUNNING ON FUMES I NEED TO WAKE UP IN 4 HOURS. SOMEONE STOP ME.)

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You find out you’re pregnant ♡ Grayson

A/N: I think the title explains enough, lol. Grayson and reader are a bit older in this! As always I hope you enjoy 😊 This imagine is full of fluff and I felt a bit emotional writing it, just because the idea was so so cute. Love you all! Xx 

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You had not been feeling very well these past few days. To be honest; really, really bad. You had been acting cranky, feeling tired, nauseous and were experiencing terrible stomach cramps. Because of your unpredictable behaviour there had been some tension between your boyfriend, Grayson, and you. Sometimes (most of the time, unfortunately) it had led to a discussion or two.

Grayson was normally very calm and understanding; he secretly thought you were about to have your period. But he was only human too and even he couldn’t help but lose his temper sometimes.

The funny thing was actually that you had skipped your last period and you were late for the upcoming one, which was something you couldn’t remember ever happened.

The idea that you could be pregnant hadn’t even crossed your mind, which was a very odd thing. With all the symptoms that were going on there was still no alarm going off in your head.

Tonight was Grayson and yours anniversary. Exactly today you were married for three years; years full of adventures and happiness. He wanted to do something special for this occasion, but you were having the worst night ever. So instead of going out tonight, he had to cancel the reservation for your favourite restaurant. You decided to stay in to watch a movie with snacks (which you had been craving like crazy lately).

You felt very bad for turning him down but he reassured you several times that it was completely fine. He insisted that you stayed home to get better. Celebrating could happen later this week.

‘I’m still so sorry,’ you apologized to Grayson. You were snuggled up against him, feeling warm and safe. A pair of sweatpants and one of Grayson’s shirts was the only clothing you were wearing. Grayson and you had made yourselves comfortable on the couch with a blanket, your head pressed to Grayson’s chest while he was rubbing your back. 

‘Y/N, it’s fine, really. We can celebrate it another time.’ He kissed the top of your head. You sighed. For some weird reason you felt like crying, although you didn’t even feel sad. Jesus, what was going on? You were an emotional rollercoaster today.

Suddenly, without any warning, you could feel your stomach doing a flip. You felt a bitter taste on your tongue. You escaped from under Grayson’s arm and sat up straight, on the edge of the couch. ‘What’s wrong?’ Grayson asked, worry laced in his voice.

You tried to swallow away the weird taste, but it didn’t really help. ‘I-I don’t feel very good,’ you breathed out. You inhaled deeply to block out the dizziness. Grayson gently stroked your back and studied your features, trying to discover what was bothering you. ‘Can I get you something?’

You wanted to answer but a weird sensation rushed through your body, ready to come out. You tasted the food you ate earlier and knew you were going to puke. You quickly got up and sprinted towards the bathroom, covering your mouth with your hand. You heard Grayson’s footsteps quickly following behind you.

Only when you were puking your guts out while Grayson held your hair back, his forehead furrowed in worry, the idea hit you. Maybe you were… pregnant? No, that couldn’t be, right? But it just had to be the answer. It was the only way to explain all the symptoms you were feeling. 

After you thought you were done Grayson grabbed you by your arms and helped you up. ‘I’m gonna make you a bath, okay?’ You nodded absently, the idea of being pregnant not leaving your head. You decided to go to the pharmacist next thing in the morning to buy a test. 

❊ ❊ ❊

After you went to the pharmacy to get the pregnancy test, you almost couldn’t handle yourself. You were so excited that you almost ran home instead of just walking. Yesterday evening you wanted to introduce the idea to Grayson, but at the same time you didn’t want him to get his hopes up.

Yes, you guys had been trying to get pregnant, but there was no rush or anything. Of course; it would be amazing if you could have a child, but after last year you knew you had to be careful.

The last time you told him you were two weeks pregnant he was tremendously happy. You were too, of course. The two of you talked about it every moment of the day and when the baby room was almost ready and you were too, something you didn’t expect happened. You got a miscarriage.

Grayson and you had come out of it very strong and you were even convinced that it enhanced your relationship, but it had been a hard time. You cried a lot in that phase of your life, having trouble coping with the grief. The reason you were so devastated was because you had been trying to get pregnant for almost two years.

The fact you had failed Grayson and the thought you didn’t deserve him didn’t leave you alone for a long time. Grayson had been your saviour and he promised that that wasn’t the case. You were the love of his life.

❊ ❊ ❊

You sighed as you were hanging above the toilet with the pregnancy test underneath you. You were so nervous that you couldn’t pee, a fact which made you giggle. Finally, after contemplating you should give up and go later, you were able to empty your bladder.

As much as you tried to ignore your nerves, they almost made you dizzy. You tried to act and feel neutral; for all you know you weren’t even pregnant.

The time went by more slowly than ever and after five minutes you started to get frustrated. Finally, after waiting what felt like an eternity something on the pregnancy test appeared; a +. It was big and clear, but there were two of them. 

It took a moment before you realised the good news. You were pregnant! You couldn’t believe it. Four weeks already! Oh, God. You felt so happy. How great would it be to have a little Grayson walking around the house - if it was a boy, of course. 

Something you found weird was that there were two large pluses, instead of only one (like the package showed). After reading the instruction you came to the surprising conclusion that if you had one plus you were pregnant with one baby. If more than one plus appeared chances were (for 95 %) that you were pregnant with twins.

Your eyes went big when you read that, your heart starting to pound very fast. Being pregnant was one thing, but having twins was another story. Grayson would freak out. Speaking of Grayson; he was upstairs doing some work, not having any idea of what was going on downstairs.

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‘Gray! Grayson!’ you yelled. You were nervously standing in the living room, the pregnancy test hidden behind your back. ‘Y/N! Baby?’ Grayson yelled back. ‘Are you okay?!’ 

‘Yes! Can you come down for a minute?’ You heard Grayson hurried footsteps instantly, rushing downstairs. His eyes were big and full of worry. ‘What’s wrong, baby? Is everything okay?’ You smiled. ‘Everything’s fine, Gray. Relax.’ He rushed towards you and tried to take your hands, but you took a step back. Grayson looked at you, his face expression confused. He had no idea what you were going to tell him.

‘I have news,’ you spoke, creating a mysterious silence. When you didn’t continue Grayson looked so confused you almost felt bad for him. ‘What is it, Y/N? Help me out here, please.’ Okay, here goes nothing, you thought. You smiled like a goof and showed him the test. ‘We’re going to be parents.’

Grayson’s eyes flickered from the test back to your eyes, and then back to the test again. ‘I’m pregnant, Gray,’ you spoke softly, a big smile from ear to ear on your face. Just like you it took a moment before Grayson realised what you just stated.

‘Oh my God. Oh my God!’ he squealed and took you in his arms. He swung you around the room and you giggled, your face pressed to the crook of his neck. He smelled heavenly.

‘We’re going to be parents! I’m going to be a dad!’ he cheered and put you down. ‘Ehm, daddy,’ you corrected him, chuckling softly. He smirked cheeky at you, knowing exactly what you meant.

‘And I also have something else that I should tell you,’ you said. Grayson bit his bottom lip and his beautiful went even bigger. ‘There’s more?’ he asked in disbelief. You looked back at the pregnancy test. ‘According to this there is a 95% chance that there is going to be two of them.’  

‘Wait… Twins?! Y/N, this is unbelievable!’ Grayson pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. After that he kissed you passionately on the lips and then leaned back to cup your face. ‘This is amazing. I can’t describe how happy I am. It also explains why you were feeling so weird these last few days.’ He laughed.

He wrapped his arms around you and together you just stood there, both loving the moment you were sharing. It felt so unreal. You were going to be a mother; starting a new phase in your life. You were so caught up in your own thoughts and all of the emotions you were feeling, you didn’t realise right away Grayson shoulders went up an down in a shaky rhythm. He was crying. 

A feeling of warmth filled you, happy that Grayson felt comfortable enough to expose himself like this and show his feelings. ‘Aw, babe,’ you grinned softly. ‘It’s okay. Let it all out.’ It didn’t take long before you started sobbing as well. Oh well, who the hell cared? You were going to be a mom and Grayson a father; you felt like the happiest person in the world.

❊ ❊ ❊

After talking about it all day and night, you decided to go to bed when it was nearly 1 pm. After you put on one of Grayson’s oversized shirts you crawled under the covers. Grayson joined you not much later. You had too much energy and you figured it was going to take long before you would eventually fall asleep.

You went laying on your back while Grayson lay beside you on his left, his elbow supporting his head. He looked at you with so much admiration it made your heart flutter. ‘You’re going to be such an amazing mother, Y/N. I can’t wait.’

You smiled and locked eyes with him, your heart swelling up at the thought this person was going to be the father of your child. How could you ever get so lucky? A question to which you had no answer to.

‘And you are going to be such a wonderful dad,’ you whispered and brought your hand up to stroke his cheek. He smiled and moved his hand to the hem of your shirt. ‘Can I?’ he asked uncertain. You nodded and slowly he lifted it up, exposing your stomach.

‘I don’t think you can really see something already, baby,’ you giggled. Grayson chuckled. ‘I know… But still, I like the fact that two little persons are already growing inside of you. Almost as if we’re a family already,’ he whispered and placed his big hand onto your stomach. You shivered at the touch of his warm skin.

You watched him as he stroked your belly gently, a smile appearing on his face. Gosh, he was so beautiful. He moved his body lower and placed a sweet kiss onto your belly button, which caused your insides to melt. He placed his chin onto your stomach and looked up through his long eyelashes. You grinned and sweetly ran a hand through his fluffy hair.

‘Honey… what if… you know, I have a miscarriage again?’ you asked slowly, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. It was quiet for a moment as Grayson stared into your eyes.

Eventually he spoke, his voice sounding a bit husky. ‘Then we’ll try again. And again. And if it happens, I know we’ll get through it. I promise. We can get through anything.’ You sighed, feeling content with his answer. He was right, as always. There was absolutely no use in worrying about things you had no control over, let alone something that would maybe never happen.

Right now, everything was more than perfect. ‘I love you so much, Gray…’ you whispered, afraid your voice would crack. Grayson smiled. You felt his warm breath on your skin as he placed another sweet kiss, going lower this time. Next he placed a kiss just above your waistline. You knew to what this would lead. ‘I love you more, baby. You deserve all the love in the world.’