something quite attractive about this

Coffee Shop (Part Two)

PARK CHANYEOL FAN FICTION

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Epilogue

Pairing: Reader x Park Chanyeol
What happens when you accidentally sit next to someone you shouldn’t in a coffee shop.

“I am Chanyeol' 

 You blinked in surprise, staring at the guy standing in your doorway, sheepishly holding up your notebook. 

 "You left it at the cafe, I didn’t realise it wasn’t mine and put it in my bag. I have the same book, but uh yeah I just realised and uh, I went back to the cafe because it seemed like the girl there knew you and well she told me where you lived. I hope you don’t mind… ah I guess I should have just left it at the cafe but it seemed important.. I don’t know, um I uh, sorry I guess,’

 Chanyeol stopped talking and bit his lip, awkwardly avoiding your eye. You realised he had been babbling and it was probably because you were still stood there just staring at him. You blushed and nodded. 

 'Oh! Uh - Thank you!’ You said finally, ‘I didn’t realise I had lost it' 

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Stop.

Imagine Cullen trying to teach recruits how to fight without weapons. How to utilise their body parts and weight to turn the tide of a fight if they’re ever disarmed or caught unawares.

Imagine him trying to teach them how to hit properly with their fists. Where to punch/kick/knee/elbow someone to effectively render them helpless and totally debilitated and at their mercy while they find a weapon.

Imagine him showing them on a volunteer.

Imagine training getting reduced to a show of brute strength and force between recruits, male and female alike, to see who is strongest and who can get their sparring partner on the ground first.

Imagine one cocky little shit challenging Cullen and with much goading from his troops, Cullen agreeing to the challenge.

Imagine him removing his armor, shrugging out of his undershirt and padding so he and the challenger are both topless and its fair.

Imagine the challenger being over eager because Cullen is a bit older than they are and they underestimate not only his strength but his speed, and his ability to read body language.

Imagine Cullen easily dodging and getting his challenger on the ground, winded and with a mouth full of soil and grass.

Imagine training becoming ‘lets see who can take down the Commander’ as recruits try to take him down one at a time.

Imagine the other members of the inner circle arriving to see what wall the ruckus is about and getting involved.

Imagine Varric taking bets, while Blackwall and Iron Bull join forces with Cullen to take on the recruits. The old pros against young blood.

Imagine Cassandra standing away trying to be disgusted but a tint of blush on her cheeks and heat flying up her neck, unable to tear her eyes away from sweaty bodies and toned muscles.

Imagine Dorian getting a little hot under the collar and resisting being dragged into the sport, happier to spectate.

Imagine Vivienne on her balcony, drawn by the noise. Watching out of everyone else’s gaze from there, shaking her head at the brutality of it all, but quietly amused by it.

Imagine Solas wondering where everyone is when the main hall and library both go quiet and wandering outside to see the fighting. Imagine him rolling his eyes, shaking his head and returning to the rotunda because its all so silly to him.

Imagine Josephine and Leliana watching from inside Skyhold, from a window with the best view, nibbling on fine Orleisan candies while gossiping about the recruits.

Imagine Sera trying to cause even more havoc, goading spectators and trying to slide in traps and distract people from the shoulders of others. Only her traps never work because Cole is quick enough to take them away. He doesn’t understand, but he likes how everyone is happy and there’s no sadness or hurt. He doesn’t know why people are hitting each other, but he understands the laughter and how it builds up their camaraderie.

And imagine in the Inquisitor amongst it all, watching glistening bodies, biting their lip and feeling warmth tingle in the most intimate of places because there’s actually something intense, attractive and primal about it all that they can’t quite explain.

And imagine Cullen/Blackwall/Iron Bull in the midst of the fighting catching their Inquisitor’s eye and seeing their expression darken hungrily because they are so focused on them. Caught up in the movement of their muscles, and how their bodies move so easily to dodge and land their own punches and kicks.

Imagine that becoming distracting is ultimately being how Cullen, or Blackwall or Iron Bull get knocked out, because the Inquisitor is distracting them with their lustful eyes and flushed skin.

Imagine them not being particularly upset at being knocked out because now they’re in the Inquisitor’s embrace and up against the first private wall they can find. And now the real fun starts.

Okay, you can continue.

alpha!stiles

anon requested; *(This is very different so stick with me) stiles is a very strong alpha and when he meets his mate (the reader) he has no idea what to do because she is human (you can take it in any direction you want but in the end they end up together) please? Thank you!

a/n; this was really fun to write! Im sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy it! Btw Scott isn’t the alpha in this, he’s still a beta. Every other character (besides Stiles of course) is the same :)

pairing; Stiles x reader

warnings; some swearing ((AND NOT EDITED SO IGNORE ANY MISTAKES))

(Y/F/N) = your full name

word count; 1826

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anonymous asked:

(1/2) I need a word and I think the word is quoiromantic but I don’t know for sure. Short version: I used to experience romantic attraction easily (actually, I used to not realize that what I was experiencing was solely romantic because I didn’t know what it meant to be ace but that’s a story for another day). However, in the last couple years that’s kinda petered out and then stopped. Completely.

(2/2) So I was calling myself aroflux for a while because I figured, I’m fluctuating along the aromantic spectrum, isn’t that what that means? But then I realized, I still sometimes feel really strong attraction? Like, strong enough that I can see myself being in a relationship with the person. It reminds me of when I experienced romantic attraction, but it’s not quite romantic attraction, there’s something, I dunno, off about it? Is there a word for this? Thanks friend.   

The 2/2 was accidentally not anon, if you do respond could you just do the anon one?  I don’t feel comfortable with a lot of people knowing that I asked that, I guess.  Not yet anyway.  Thank.            

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Hi, anon! Don’t worry, your privacy will always come first. I’ll respond to your asks entirely on the anon one so your url isn’t published.

There’s a lot of wiggle room here with labels you could use. What matters is that you do what’s comfortable for you. There’s nothing wrong with using whatever label or labels fit best, just using an umbrella term, or not using a label at all. At the same time, don’t give up hope on finding a label that gives you that “aha!” moment if that’s what you want, it just might take some patience. What you’ve been doing in doing research and seeing how different labels fit is a great idea and I’m certainly going to do my best to help you as well. Trying to figure out personal identity can be an extremely confusing and tough thing and I’m proud of you for doing so.

Quoiromantics have a difficult time defining romantic feelings. Many quoiromantics aren’t sure if they’ve ever experienced it because of their lack of surety as to what constitutes as being romantic feelings and other types of feelings. I posted a link that may explain it better.

People who are aroflux do indeed have romantic attraction that varies along different aro-spec identities. Maybe they’re demiromantic during one period, grayromantic during another, and then later on they’re aromantic just for an example. I’ve also seen it defined as people who go through periods of not feeling romantic attraction, feeling some degree of if, and completely feeling romantic attraction. It sounds like no matter if one prefers one definition over the other or uses both, someone who experiences romantic attraction can still be aroflux.

Have you looked into the label grayromantic? Grayromantics can have their romantic feelings turn on and off and fluctuate in intensity. The definition of grayromantic in the first link is the best one I’ve found.

I hope that what I said was helpful. You’re always welcome to send a private message or more asks if you want to talk more.

http://arospecawarenessweek.tumblr.com/glossary

https://asexualityinasexualworld.wordpress.com/tag/aroflux/

http://aromantic.wikia.com/wiki/Wtfromantic

Vampire Michael Part 1 (smut)

Word count: 2095

Halloween parties. You either love them or you hate them. 

You usually loved them, but this one was full of dicks, so you went into the garden to get away from it all. 

The cold night air hitting you as you stepped out, along with a puff of cigaret smoke. Looking to the side, you saw a tall figure standing, leant against the brick wall of the building. Black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket, but with white hair and pale skin. Nice

“Hey- whoa!” he began, but seeming to lose his words the seconds he saw your rather revealing outfit.

You didn’t answer, you just assumed that he was yet another fuckboy at this stupid party, so you just mentally sighed and rolled your eyes at him. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, blowing out another puff of smoke, obviously noticing you rubbing your arms, trying to create at least some friction to warm yourself up.But again, you didn’t answer, you just raised your eyebrows and nodded at him. 

“Here, wear this” he said, placing his cigaret between his unusually red lips and removing his jacket, revealing the pale skin of his arms as he now stood there in only a black vest. 

As he placed the warm jacket around your shoulders, you smiled smally at him, “thanks, uh… ?” 

He took another drag of his cigaret and tilted his head back, letting the smoke flow from his mouth before he answered “Michael.” he said with a wink as he continued to smoke his cigaret. 

“Oh, well, thank you Michael” you said a little shyly, which was weird, usually you were confident and out-going when it came to situations like this.I mean, there’s no doubt this guy was intimidating, and highly attractive, but something else just wasn’t quite right about him. 

“You’re welcome, now let’s get you inside, you look freezing” he said, putting out his finished cigaret and dropping the end to the floor. 

He grabbed your hand, leading you back into the house and through the crowd of half-drunk, sweaty teenagers. 

“Wow, they really know how to party don’t they?” Michael chuckled, stopping half way up the stairs as you watched all the people drinking and grinding on each other. 

“Come on,” he began, once again pulling you by your hand as he dragged you along behind him. 

“In here” he continued, opening the door to one of the rooms and guiding you inside. 

He sat you down on the edge of the double bed before walking over to the wardrobe and beginning to search for something. 

“Michael, are you sure we’re allowed to be in here?” you asked, still shivering and slightly scared that you were gonna get in trouble. 

“Y/N, stop worrying yeah? We’ll be fine, but for now, we need to get you warmed up” he laughed, walking back over to you and wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. 

You sent him a puzzled look as he sat down next to you and began to rub your arms, “how do you know my name?” you asked suspiciously. 

“I, uh… have my ways” he shrugged, acting like this was a casual conversation to be having. 

“And what ways would they be?" 

A smirk grew on his face and he leaned into your ear, “oh honey, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you” he whispered, his voice breathy and coarse. 

You immediately stood from the bed, a shiver running down your spine, “okay, that’s weird… I’m just gonna… go.” you said, turning and beginning to walk towards the door. 

But before you got there, Michael was on his feet in a second, and now had your back pressed to it. One hand on the wall behind you, the other firmly placed on your hip. 

"You really want me to tell you?” he asked, eyeing you up and down, a certain look appearing in his eyes that you couldn’t put your finger on. 

“Y-yes” you stuttered out, your breath hitching in your throat. 

“Why don’t you come back to the bed and I’ll show you?” he whispered almost seductively and, honestly, it was turning you on a little bit. 

You didn’t move though, you felt like you were glued to the floor and you weren’t even breathing at this point. 

“Go on” he gestured back towards the bed, pulling you away from the door and giving you a gently shove towards it. 

You hesitantly sat on the very end of the bed, looking up at him towering over you.

Once he was stood only inches from you, he bent down, placing his hands on either side of the bed next to you.

Now eye level with you, he stared, his light green eyes boring into yours.

“You ready, Princess?” he said, his eyes trailing down to your lips then back up to your eyes again. 

“For w-what?” you stuttered, your breathing becoming slightly heavier as your whole body filled with both lust and fear. 

“This.” He opened his mouth, two retractable fangs dropping down from behind his top lip. He smirked, seeing the look of horror that spread across your face. 

“M-Michael, y-y-you- you’re- !?” you stuttered again, not knowing what to say or how to act as your heart rate quickened massively. 

He chuckled, retracting them back again, “cool huh?” 

You didn’t reply, you just stared at him in disbelief, only making him chuckle more. 

“Come on baby, don’t be scared, we both know that vampires are hot” he whispered, moving his head to your neck and letting his hot breath fan over your skin. You tilted your head more to the side, liking the feeling it created. 

“Yes?” he asked simply, looking up at you, his breath now skimming your jaw. 

“Y-yes.” you nodded, and that was all it took. 

A rough, hasty kiss was placed to your lips, knocking you backwards as you made your way to the top of the bed, him crawling over you, all the while managing to keep your lips connected. 

Pulling away for a second, he sat up, swiftly removing his vest as you followed suit, the items of clothing being tossed to the floor. 

He lent back down, reconnecting your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, smirking into it as he heard a quiet moan escape your lips. 

Without warning, his hand moved to cup your heat through your underwear as he moved your skirt out of the way. A gasp escaped your lips as your raked your fingernails down his back slightly, causing him to both wince and chuckle at the same time that it almost sounded like a whimper. 

He began to add pressure, his hand rubbing in small circles as you moaned. As he moved to lay next to you, he grabbed the waistband of your skirt, then pulling it down and discarding it across the room somewhere. 

He reconnected his hand to your heat, this time under the waistband of your underwear, making you gasp as you arched your back and dug your head into the pillow, letting out a loud moan. 

“Mmm, you’re so wet baby” he moaned in your ear, placing a kiss there as he spoke, running his fingers up and down your slit. 

“All for you, Michael” you whispered back as seductively as you could. And, judging by the deep moan that came from him, it was working. 

“Baby girl, you need to be careful with that pretty little mouth of yours” he groaned, lust dripping off every word. 

“You know, there are better things I could be doing with it right now” you said in his ear, keeping your seductive tone of voice, and at the same time running a hand down his chest to the top his jeans. 

He chuckled, shaking his head, “not today, baby girl, I have other plans for you” he whispered huskily. 

He got up from the bed, removing his hand from your underwear as he walked round to the end of the bed. 

You removed your bra as you watched him undo his jeans and drop them to the floor before he kneeled in front of you, smirking up at you as he edged his hands up your thighs. 

Hooking his thumbs under the material, he peeled them down your legs and flung them across the room, his eyes never leaving your heat as he bit his lip, trying (and failing) to hold back a moan. 

He looked up at you from the end of the bed, a lustful smirk on his face. Moving closer to your heat, he made a lick all the way up your slit and to your core as you moaned, but he didn’t stop there. He licked all the way up your stomach, chest, and neck before reaching your mouth and dipping his tongue in, roughly kissing you again. 

You could taste yourself slightly on his tongue, but you didn’t care, the things Michael made you feel were insane, and all you wanted was him. All of him. 

Taking your bottom lip between his teeth, he gently began to bite down and gradually adding pressure as he continued to kiss you. He gently pulled away, still with your lip between his two fangs and, up until this point, you hadn’t noticed the blood coming from it. 

You looked down, seeing both yours and Michael’s lips coated with the stuff. He licked his lips slowly, the metallic taste only increasing his lust, you… not so much. 

So you just wiped your mouth with the back of your hand to get rid of it. His tongue snaked it’s way down your neck, occasionally stopping to leave open-mouth kisses and letting his hot breath fanning over the wet trails it left behind, your whole body trembling at the feeling as a whimper escaped your lips. 

You felt him removing his boxers as he grazed his fangs along your skin, sure to leave all sorts of marks. 

“You ready?” he asked, already lining himself up at your entrance. 

You just nodded in anticipation and, slowly, he pushed in. You arching your back into him as you gasped, him letting out a satisfied breath, warming the exposed skin on your chest. 

“You alright?” he asked, noticing the slightly uncomfortable look on your face.

Yeah” you breathed out, nodding. I mean, you were expecting Michael to be big, but you weren’t expecting this

“I’m gonna move now okay?” he said softly, and you noticed that, once again, his fangs were now gone. 

You nodded, and he slowly moved out, and then slowly back in again. He continued this pace until he heard gentle moans coming from you. Then, with a smirk, he began to thrust slightly quicker, your moans becoming louder. 

“M-Michael- ?” you moaned. 

“Yes baby?” he groaned back, kissing along your collarbone. 

“H-harder… please?” you stuttered out between breaths and moans. 

He stopped moving briefly, looking down at you as he hovered above you, a smirk spread across his face. “As you wish” he replied, placing his forehead to yours, his warm breath fanning over your face as he began to move again, harder this time. 

He rolled his hips into yours, grinding perfectly against every inch of you that ached for him. 

You moaned louder, feeling the knot in your stomach grow. 

“M-Michael, I-I’m gonna- ” you managed to get out between your heavy moans. 

“Shhh baby, me too” he grunted, slowing his thrusts, but going deeper, harder than before. 

He brought an arm to wrap around you, making you arch your back off the bed and closer into his chest, his hips now close enough to brush against your clit, finally sending you over the edge as a string of squeals and profanities left your mouth. 

Your arms were now wrapped around Michael’s neck, him supporting you with one arm, the other supporting himself. Your sweaty bodies sticking together as he thrusted a few more times, releasing into you with an almost animalistic groan. 

After a few seconds of nothing but heavy breathing, he sat back on his knees, pulling you to sit on his lap. 

“Fuck” he chuckled as he kissed your lips a few times, before laying you down and pulling out. You just chuckled back as he flopped down next to you. 

“Come here” he smiled, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead.  

“Michael, aren’t we gonna in trouble? Like, what if someone sees us in here?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Oh honey,” he chuckled, “this is my house.”

Part 2

What if I say I will never surrender (part 1)

(Negan x Reader)


„Let go of me!“ You struggled to get yourself free while the guy dragged you along with him. You had been alone out here since the apocalypse started, never been caught by anyone before. Today you hadn’t felt very well and probably shouldn’t have left your hideout in that condition but you did and promptly ran into someone.

„Dwight that’s no way to treat a lady.“ The voice was low, dark and send goosebumps up your arms for some reason.

„Trust me she’s no lady.“

„Excuse me asshole?“

„You bit me.“

„I told you not to touch me.“

„Alright, alright fucking cut it out you two. Dwight go look if the others are back yet, you come here.“ The other man interrupted. He walked over towards you when you didn’t move and held out his hand, „Hi I’m Negan and you are?“

„Not pleased with this situation.“

„I can clearly see that.“ A chuckle escaped him and you took a better look at him now that he was standing closer. He was quite attractive, though there was something intimidating about him as well.

„Y/N.“ You finally introduced yourself and he nodded.

„You’re all alone?“

„Yep.“

„Are you sure? A pretty girl like you normally doesn’t make it very far out here.“

„This was actually the first time someone caught me. I think I’ll be fine.“

Dwight came back with a bunch of other guys behind him, carrying some stuff and loading up the trucks.

„You made her one of your wives yet?“ He yelled over jokingly and got in the car.

„Wives?“ You ask Negan with a raised eyebrow. What kind of guy has multiple wives, you thought to yourself and shook your head.

„Yeah, interested?“ He says with a smirk.

„You’re kidding right? No freaking way.“

„You’ll only have advantages.“

„Still going to decline your most gracious offer.“

„There’s actually a lot of other jobs you could do.“

„Like what?“ You ask suspiciously.

„Don’t look at me like that.“ His smirk is appearing again but he continues in a more serious tone, „Whatever you want, not the kind of job you’re thinking about.“

„Okay…“

„You can come, look around, leave if you don’t like it.“

„Really you’d just let me leave?“

„Yes.“



The Sanctuary wasn’t what you had expected. You had thought it would be smaller, not so many people and just different. Not that it was bad.

Someone showed you a room you could stay in and quickly explained some rules before leaving. You weren’t really one for rules, never had been. For once you would at least try to follow them.

It had gotten late so you went to bed, intending to get to know the place first thing in the morning.



“I heard you’re in charge of the runs.”

“So you’re back.” Dwight says with a little half smile while he keeps packing weapons into his truck.

“Look I’m sorry I bit you and all but you just came out of nowhere and dragged me with you.”

“Don’t worry ’m not mad. You wanna come we were heading out on a run right now.”

“Okay sure.”

You hop into the truck next to Dwight and wait for everyone to show up so you can head out. Despite your unlucky first meeting Dwight seemed like an okay guy now that you got to know him better. Your drive was quite fun and you two got along pretty well. You couldn’t really remember the last time you had talked like that with anyone.

“Okay so how do we do this?” You ask, walking into the store.

“We grab what we need and head back. Here I got a list, take a look.”

“So I can’t take anything for myself just the stuff on here?”

“Since you’re out here risking your ass you can grab 2 things per run for yourself.”

“Does that count as 1?” You hold a black bra with matching panties and hold them out to Dwight with a grin, “'Cause I could really use a shirt as well.”

“Take the damn shirt.” He answers a bit flustered and you start to laugh.

You got everything you needed without any incidents and went back to the compound before it got dark.



“Brought that back for me?” Negan asks you when you arrive and points to the underwear in your hand with a grin.

“I didn’t know you were into kinky shit like that. I don’t think it’s your size but I make sure to bring you something back that fits next time.”

He certainly hadn’t expected that kind of answer by the looks of it. He didn’t seem mad though only a bit surprised. You walked past him and headed towards your room.

“I’m into a lot of things, stop by anytime if you’re interested.” Negan yells after you before you vanish through the door.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a story based on The Weeknd - In The Night? The lyrics are great and kind of heartbreaking, I think you'll create something amazing.

This was actually harder to write than I thought it would be, but it was very fun. This prompt actually reminded me of middle school when people used to write song-fics. I don’t think that’s really a thing anymore, but that’s basically what I did for this fic. Everything in italics are lyrics from the song “In The Night” by The Weeknd Enjoy~

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All alone she was living
In a world without an end or beginning

Rey was lying on the bed of her empty apartment, simply staring at the ceiling fan as it span round and round and round. Just like life, she thought to herself bitterly. Then she laughed, the sound echoing throughout her room. What are you, a philosopher?

 She sat up and checked the time. It was 9:30 PM. She should probably get up and get ready to go out.

Baby girl was living life for the feeling


As she applied dark mascara, she couldn’t help but question why she even bothered going out every Saturday in the first place. It’s not like she was meeting anyone. Or like she planned on meeting anyone.

 She quickly swiped on some lipstick, put on a dress that was appropriately revealing for the type of club she was going to, and then was on her way.


In the night she hears their calling
In the night she’s dancing to relieve the pain

Rey really enjoyed this particular club. Every Saturday, they hired live music, and they usually picked unknown, but super talented groups to perform. That night, some band called First Order was playing.

 As Rey danced to song after song, she had to admit, she was really loving the band. The vocalist, a blonde woman, had a really powerful voice, and the band themselves played music that was easy to dance to. They helped her escape into her dancing, helped her forget the loneliness and isolation she felt in her day to day life.  

He sang a song when he did it

She wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point, she made eye contact with the dark haired guitarist. Their eyes locked, just for a moment, and then they both went back to dancing and playing the guitar respectively, but the moment lingered with her. She felt something odd stir in her chest, a feeling she had not experienced in years.

 After the song finished, the black haired guitarist tapped the blonde woman’s shoulder. He whispered something into her ear and she nodded. He handed her the guitar and they switched places. The drummer counted them in and they started playing a much slower song.

 His voice was very different from his bandmate’s. It had a warmer, more haunting quality to it. He was incredibly talented, and the lyrics he sang seemed to wrap around her like a cocoon.

 Rey felt her breath catch in her throat when she realized that he was looking directly at her. She had a feeling that he was singing for her.

Now she dances to the song on the minute

The only thing Rey could think to do was dance, so she did. As he sang for her, she danced for him, eyes locked the entire time. It was a strange, bizarre, and oddly intimate moment. In some ways, it felt like having sex. Rey pushed that thought away. That’s just weird.

 When the song ended, the man and the blonde switched back and played a couple more songs. Rey went to the bar and listened as they finished up their set from a stool, sipping on a rum and coke contemplatively. “Thank you! You’ve been a great audience,” The blonde said when they finished, “I hope you enjoyed our performance!”

She’ll never walk away

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Rey turned and was not surprised to find herself looking at the dark haired guitarist. “Do all men use that one line or can you just not think of anything more original?”  Her voice was light and teasing.

 The corners of his lips twitched upward. “I suppose it’s just the most straightforward way of showing a pretty girl you’re interested.”

 Rey uncharacteristically blushed at being called pretty and then chided herself for reacting like a schoolgirl. “Well, in that case, I would love a drink.”

 He smiled and called the bartender over. They ordered and clinked their glasses lightly together when they received their drinks. “So what’s your name, by the way?”

 “Rey. You?”

 “Ben, but my stage name is Kylo Ren.”

 “Kylo Ren?” She snorted, “How’d you come up with that?”

 “In high school, I was in a band called The Knights of Ren, and we all decided to give ourselves stage names that ended with Ren.” He gave a small shrug, “I ended up sticking with it.”

 Rey laughed. She found the story oddly endearing.

 “What do you do, Rey?” He said as he sipped from his sangria (she had considered teasing him for drinking such a girly drink, but then decided that she had no desire to perpetuate gender stereotypes).

 “I’m a college student,” Rey said, “I’m studying chemistry.”

 He raised an eyebrow curiously, “Plan on becoming a scientist?”

 “Something like that.”

 He took another sip of his drink, “I actually studied biology in college.”

 Rey was genuinely surprised at that. “Why not music?”

 “I really liked biology,” Ben responded, swirling the contents of his glass, “it’s a super fascinating field. I also figured that if I was in college, I should probably study something quote-un-quote ‘useful.’”

 “Hm,” Rey said in response. Ben was turning out to be quite a puzzle and something about that mystery was undeniably attractive. As she gazed at the musician, she found herself wanting to learn more about him, and from the way he seemed to consider her with his dark eyes, he felt similarly about her.


She was young and she was forced to be a woman
Yeah, all the time, all the time

 

When Rey found herself making out on her bed with Ben, she had to admit, she was fairly surprised, especially since she wasn’t even drunk. At all. After that one drink, neither of them had drunk anything else. Nonetheless, as one of his hands began to play with the zipper of the back of her dress, she found herself pulling away.

 “Um… I don’t really want to…”

 “Hey,” he said propping himself on his elbow so he could look at her, “I’m not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay?”

 Rey nodded, relieved that Ben wasn’t an asshole.

 He settled down beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. Her head rested in the crook of his neck. He trailed a hand down her side in a soothing manner. He hummed a soft lullaby. She could feel the vibrations of his voice rumbling beside her.

 “What song is that?”

 “Something my mom used to sing when I was a kid.”  

 They fell into a comfortable silence. Eventually, Ben broke it by saying, “Rey?”

 “Yes?”

 “Why are you unhappy?”

 “You’ve known me for a grand total of four, maybe five, hours, what gives you the idea that I’m unhappy?”

 “I’m not sure,” Ben said softly, “there’s just a sadness in your eyes. It was the first thing I noticed about you.”

 Rey wasn’t sure what to say to that. As she considered his statement, she felt his fingers trace the length of her spine. “My family died when I was young. That kind of pain doesn’t ever leave you. I ended up isolating myself for most of my teen years, and now that I’m in college…” She sighed, “I don’t know. It’s just hard to open up to people after staying closed off for so long.”

 “I can’t say I understand what you’re going through because I’ve never experienced that kind of grief, but,” he sat up a bit and lifted her chin so that they met eye to eye, “I do know what it’s like to shut everyone else out, and not only will it ultimately make you miserable, you’ll miss out on so many different things.” Rey noticed that there was sorrow in his own eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder what had happened.

 Straddling him, Rey leaned down and gently kissed Ben’s lips. She felt his hands gently grab her waist.. One of her hands found themselves tangled in his dark locks. The kiss was slow and tender like a waltz. When it ended, Rey snuggled into his side, feeling extremely content.

 

She’ll never walk away.