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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Angels on Earth

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: “CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! I love your writing sm <3

this is my first time ever making a request and recently I found out that the person I was dating is still in love with their ex so I'm looking for comfort rn hehe

could you do a 23, 33, 35 with Ron, a mix of fluff and smut? chubby/plus size fem reader please”

Summary: Ron thought he was obvious, but it was clear (Y/n) was more obvious.

Warnings: Sexual themes

A/N: This took a while but I’ve also been busy but, enjoy!

23. “Cause I never believed there was a heaven till I found you.”

33. “Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” “I’d fuck you right now.”

35. “If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.”

For as long as Ron could remember, he had always found his potions partner to be beautiful. Who could blame him? (Y/n) was a beautiful girl. Round cheeks, soft all around, beautiful (h/c) hair, and the prettiest set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But that wasn’t originally what drew him in, it was everything else. (Y/n) had an aura that surrounded her that was so bright, so full of life. Everyone who befriended her was always in a positive mood, smiles seen left and right from the jokes she’d tell. Even right now, with her hair pulled back from her face and the cute little goggles she insisted on wearing, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Right. I think that should be it.” She said, pushing the goggles up her face as she turned her head to look at him. His face flushed and if she had noticed, she didn’t say much. “That is unless you fucked something up. Merlin knows how bad you are with Potions Weasley.” she giggled, his heart pulling and racing in his chest.

“Oi! ‘M not that bad. Plus you didn’t let me touch anything, should be fine unless you managed to make a mistake.” He leaned towards her a bit with a devious smirk. “But it’s impossible for you to do that isn’t it? I forgot you were just a perfect princess.” He pulled away, eyes trained on the potion in the cauldron in front of them. Amortentia, was it? He found it a bit strange because he couldn’t smell anything but the girl’s perfume no matter how far he leaned in. In his own state of confusion, he completely missed the girl’s own shocked look on her face.

“What do you smell?” she questioned, gathering her things due to the period drawing to a close. His eyes widened at his realization before calming down. Now was a better time than ever. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sighing.

“You.” his eyes shot open at the sound of a snort. (Y/n) had made her way towards the exit of the potions room, (e/c) eyes rolling at him as she shot him a smile. She went to leave the room before giving him an up and down.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.” she teased, shooting him a wink before exiting the room. He groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face as he adjusted the awkward bulge in his pants. He stood, gathering his things as he huffed to himself.

“I’m in deep aren’t I?” he said out loud, ignoring the look his slimy potion’s teacher gave him. Without another word, he left continuing on his path to his next dreadful class of the day.

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“She probably thought you were joking.” Harry said, causing Ron to give him a glare. Even though there was a big possibility that Harry was right, he didn’t want to believe him. He thought his attempt was a good one! He was direct about what he meant, right?

“He’s got a point. You guys usually joke around and mess with each other a lot. She probably thought you were cracking a joke. Have you tried just telling her how you feel?” Luna asked as if the answer was obvious. Ron felt his brow twitch as he sighed, sinking down in his seat more as he threw his head back.

“What can be more obvious than saying you smell someone in your Amortentia? Do you guys even think?” He questioned.

“Do you? Cause if you did then you’d know that was a poor attempt.” Hermione chimed. Although at first he was sure his attempt was good, that it was obvious, suddenly he was beginning to have second thoughts. Was he clear enough? Sure, you could say one thing but he’d be the first to admit his actions didn’t match. He huffed, looking at his friends, desperation hidden in his eyes.

“Well, what should I say then?”

“Say something truthful! Let your heart speak for what your actions couldn’t.” Ginny chimed, causing them all to give her a strange look. She crossed her arms, looking away with red cheeks. “What? I think I’d know what chicks like, I do shag em afterall.”

“So tell us, what does your heart say Ron?” Luna asked, he sighed as he racked his brain. He liked her a lot. How could he not? (Y/n) was beautiful, a gift from the heavens above. The softness of her skin, the roundness of her tummy, and those beautiful luscious thighs. He was surprised no one else had made a move on her yet. She was kind too, always willing to help her fellow (y/h/h) in need.

A lovesick dopey look took over his face. “I...I’d say…” he let out a dreamy noise as hearts took over his eyes, “I never believed there was a heaven till I found you. Never believed angels walked among us at Hogwarts, that I think she’s amazing and I-”

“Okay ew that’s enough. I’m gonna be sick. Save it for her.” his sister said, grimacing as she stood up. “And with that note, I’m gone. Why not tell her at the Gryfindor party tonight? I’m sure she’ll be there!” Ron gulped nervously. That soon? Surely a few hours wasn’t enough time to prepare! Maybe he’d try in a few months…

However as he looked across the hall, seeing some twit practically eye fucking her, it was settled. Tonight he would tell her and if not, he’d at least make some progress.

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Ron let out a shaky deep breath, wiping his sweaty hands along the front of his jeans. Whether it was the sweltering heat of all the warm bodies, the shots he had taken, or the thought of what he had set out to do tonight he didn’t know, but either way he was burning like a phoenix. His eyes trailed the room nervously, looking for (Y/n). How was he sure she’d be here anyways? She wasn’t a frequent attender to parties, only showing up to them sporadically. However at the sound of a familiar laugh-snort combo, he had all he needed.

In his buzzed(and slightly drunken) haze, he followed the sound blindly, face heating up at the girl's appearance. She wore a blush colored bodycon dress that clung to the folds and curves of her body nicely.. Her hair was styled differently than usual, but suited her perfectly nonetheless. Most things did. And when she saw him? Her face broke out in a bright smile as she hiccuped, handing her half empty cup to one of her friends. She stumbled her way over to him. He steadied her by placing his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

“Ronnn! Omg Ronnie, what’re you doing here?” she hiccuped again, giggling as she stared up at him. He smiled back at her softly, stroking along the softness of her waist.

“ I could ask you the same thing, love, you’re not much of a drinker usually.” he placed a hand on her cheek, thankful for the liquid courage flowing through his system. “You alright? Come on, let’s sit you down. You don’t seem to be too steady.” he said, guidning her towards the couch. When they got there, he expected her to sit next to him but was in shock as she parked herself in his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck, smiling down at him drunkenly. He handed her a glass of water, the same one he had been handed earlier when he was getting a bit out of hand. She thanked him, sipping on it at a slow pace.

After a few minutes, the hiccuping and giggles had died down from her, leaving her to form goosebumps at their current position. She was fully seated on the boy’s lap and he had his arms wrapped around her, rubbing his fingers along her soft pudgy sides. She bit her lip as she looked off to the side, before bringing her eyes back to his.

“Uh, Ron,” she started, looking down as she picked at the skin around her nail beds. Letting out a deep sigh, she continued, “Can I ask you something?” her heart began to race rapidly as she looked at him, watching as he nodded before offering her a soft smile.

“Course. What’s up?” How should she phrase it? Should she be simple? Should she-

“Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” she blurted out, eyes widening. Although she had wanted to ask him something about if he was attracted to her, she hadn’t intended on being so...bold. She was known for speaking her mind but not in situations like this! In a state of panic, she went to stand up but was pulled down by a strong pair of arms, pulling her close to an even stronger, toned chest. He chuckled in her ears, hair tickling the edge of her neck.

“Shit princess, I mean...I’d fuck you right now.” his grip on her sides tightened, trailing one hand on her thigh. Out of all the things she could’ve said, this was the last one Ron expected. (Y/n), his snarky potions partner, in his lap in that god forsaken dress asking if he’d fuck her. He felt his own heart begin to race. Did she mean to say it? Well, did she mean to say it to him? Or did she just want his opinion for someone else?

“O-oh.” she stuttered out. (Y/n) pulled back some, turning her head to look at him, finding that his eyes instantly were drawn to hers.

“Do you mean that?” they both asked. Ron’s cheeks turned red as (Y/n) felt her own face grow warm. Both of them let out breaths they didn’t even know they were holding, laughing with one another.

“I meant it but, did you?” she asked, breath hitching of the closeness of their faces to one another. She could smell the fire whiskey mixed with hints of cannabis and weed mixing with it making her absolutely intoxicated. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers.

“‘Course I did, love. You don’t have to be skinny for me to do anything with you, let alone fuck you. Because trust me,” he trailed a hand along her upper thigh, sliding it between the soft expanse of them. “It’d be my pleasure to fuck a woman with a body like yours. A woman so soft, so tender, bet that cunt of yours is tight and dripping. Isn’t it?” the girl squeaked, clenching her thighs around his hand. He leaned down, pecking her lips softly before pulling away, (Y/n) whimpering in a desperate attempt to let him know she wanted more..

“And if I were to grant you that pleasure right now?” she purred, placing a soft hand on his cheek which he gladly leaned into, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’d be the luckiest man alive.”

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ceruleanchillin · 3 years

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5 Day Stay

| Or, Angel down bad for a week |

Angel x F!Reader

Warnings: language, infidelity, Angst (?), lil bit chili spice at the end

Mon:

Angel felt he was too young to consistently feel so bone-tired, yet that’s how his day had been ending for weeks now. Sometimes it was all he could do to get off his bike and make it to the door, only to have to rest his head against it to prepare to make it to the couch and collapse.

Tonight was one of those nights, and he wanted to be dead to the world until it dragged him back into it.

It was the smell of mixed spices that hit him first. It felt like he was in suspended animation, and slowly being released as different things started to register to him.

His TV was on, someone was rummaging through his kitchen, and music played faintly from his desk. Thinking back to the last time an unwanted guest was in his kitchen, he placed a hand on the holstered knife fastened to his back.

The fridge door closed, and you appeared in the window, eyes focused intently on whatever you were cooking on the stove.

He exhaled, feeling like complete shit. It only spoke to how weary his mind was that he could forget you were staying with him for the next week. Especially after the conversation that led to it.

“I don’t know Angel…really I can afford a motel for a few days.”

“Here? Rusted-through pipes will be the last thing your landlord is worried about when you bring back bedbugs and shit.”

Your eyes had widened at that, but still you brought up the thing that had been chained to your hesitation. “I mean….do you think it’s ok to do this? After we…Nails..Ang-“

He remembered a flash of irritation, more so at himself than you, when you said that. “Yes querida, fuck. If you’re so scared, I most likely won’t even be there the way things are going. Nails is out of town til’ next weekend…”

“Relax Ignacio.” you had cut your eyes at him, and he’d felt his dick jump like it did whenever you gave him attitude. “I’m just not trying to be a problem.”

Your voice calling his name brought him to the present. He caught the last part of your statement, that you didn’t know he’d be back.

“Yeah, we got in earlier than expected.”

“While you’re standing there like a weirdo, let me shame you real quick. How does a man in his thirties still have the kitchen of a frat boy?” You leaned on the sill of the divider. “You’re lucky I already knew you were sad in the kitchen. I had to bring my own tagine.”

He stepped into the kitchen, his stomach coming alive with interest. “One, I don’t know what that is, two, I can’t help it if the kitchen isn’t my preferred room of work.”

He peeked over your shoulder, but the unique pot kept him from seeing what you were making.

“Neither is the bedroom, unless that work is piling up dirty laundry.” you stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to your simmering dish.

“Ha ha. Dinner and a show, she does it all folks!” he collapsed at the table, the day catching back up with him. “Should put your ass on the club’s payroll. End the cashflow problem real quick.”

You turned to him, concern etched on your face. “I heard from Hank about that…sorry. I know now isn’t a great time for that at all.”

Things got awkward like they always did when you referenced the recent changes of his life. He wasn’t sad about getting another chance at fatherhood, this one more tangible than the last. However, he wasn’t entirely sold on everything he’d accepted along with it, and he was pretty sure you at least suspected that. It threw the previously comfortable confusion that was your relationship off track when it was touched on.

“No, it’s not.” was all he could manage.

It was quiet for a beat, the simmering of the food and quiet Neo Soul the only sounds.

“Well,” you started, turning off the burner. “At least you don’t have to eat like a ‘we got food at the house’ meme for once.”

He laughed, a genuine and needed laugh. “Ok, you know what? Keep talking about my pantry stocking skills, and I might take it personally.”

The rest of his night went that way. Anytime you and Angel got together, things were just…easy…better. You spent the evening eating in front of the TV (Angel getting all the way to thirds for what turned out to be olive chicken and roasted potatoes), trading jokes, and going over the finer points of Golden Girls. Angel learned you took it very seriously, and mocked you for being “old”.

It wasn’t until you were nodding off, and he was left with his own thoughts, that he realized he hadn’t enjoyed coming home this much since he moved in.

Tues:

Angel had dreamed he’d been back in his childhood home, but as a grown man. There was music coming from his parent’s room, and when he got to the doorway, his mom was at her dressing table. She hummed along to the soulful seventies music and smiled at him from the mirror. She said something, but he couldn’t make it out, and woke up in the frustration.

He jerked up from his position on his stomach, and slowly came to. With a grunt he wiped his hand down his face, glancing at his phone to find it was six in the afternoon.

It then occurred to him the music wasn’t just in his dream, it was coming from his bathroom. He got off the couch and followed the sound.

“Hey coma head.” you grinned at him from where you were doing your makeup.

He shook his head, trying to let go of the last vestiges of the dream, and how eerie the scene before him was.

He focused instead on the nightmare of products and alien looking tools surrounding you.

He kind of liked the mess, even if he couldn’t see the counter anymore.

“Hey hurricane Ulta.”

You made a face that was a cross between being amused and suspicious. “You sleep in your jeans and buy your shirts in pack form. Don’t act like you know what that is.”

He made a face of mock offense. “That’s so classist.”

This time you paused completely in you what you were doing and twisted your body to meet him. “Uh oh…let me find out you’re actually learning something from EZ.”

“Angel Reyes can know something about something, damn.”

You laughed, lowering your hands from where you’d been lining your eyes to avoid a mistake. “I’m only teasing you Angel Reyes.”

“Looks like you plan on teasing more than me. Some clown is gonna get his hopes and tiny dick up for nothing.”

“There’s this new club in the city that Belinda’s getting us into. It’s bad luck to buy your own drinks on the first night at a new place.” you adjusted the bodycon mini-dress for emphasis. “You doing anything?”

“Club shit.” he started picking through the products, sniffing them every so often. “Then I think I’ve got a call with Nails at some point.”

“You think?” you popped his hands when he got too close to the good stuff, or the things you were using currently.

“Yeah..I think.” he shrugged, only realizing how short he sounded when you winced.

He didn’t know why he got so annoyed when she was brought up around you. He wasn’t like that with anyone else, and he knew you were only trying to support his incoming changes.

“Ok..”

Awkward silence settled in before he found the words to break it.

“Why do you wanna know? You want me to be that clown?”

“Never.” you pinched his cheek, tone pure saccharine jest.

He muttered in Spanish, stepping around you to the toilet.

“Angel!” you exclaimed.

“What?! It’s my bathroom, I have to piss.”

“You better never make me angry Reyes, I could end your whole Casanova game with ease."

Wed:

“You holding on a little tight there mami!” Angel called over his shoulder with a laugh. “You said go fast."

“Shut up!” you giggled, but he wasn’t lying.

You’d asked Angel to take you to work on his bike since even though you spent so much time with bikers, you hardly got to ride one. You were going to the same place anyways. He had been all too happy to shake up his commute, but your speed challenge took it over the top.

He didn’t know how you were up so early, he personally felt like the bags under his eyes were like a PEZ dispenser. You’d gotten in at two am, and still got up with him at eight.

He loved watching you in the morning, you managed to be cheerful without being obnoxious, and it worked better than coffee for him.

He loved how much he was learning about you.

As he pulled onto the street beside the cafe you’d asked him to stop at, he felt your arms uncoil from around him. He may have pretended to shift just to make you pause and hold him a few seconds longer, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge that.

“I didn’t scream, and I’m not shaking, so you still have to buy my breakfast.” You unclipped your helmet, grinning the whole time.

You looked so pretty to him, with the sun hitting your eyes and hair just right. He could catch you at just the right moment, and you’d look so gorgeous, he struggled to believe you were real.

He cleared his throat, afraid his voice would crack if he didn’t. “Fair enough, come break my pockets then.”

You laughed, squeezing his chin and pointing out his pout. “You don’t even have to tell me once sir, I know my worth.”

Once inside, he trailed after you to the counter, using your head like an arm rest when you reached it. “That’s good.”

“Boy!” You swatted his hand away, and it was his turn to laugh at your adorable pout.

“New bet,” he stepped around you while the customer ahead of you wrapped up. “If I get your entire order just right, you buy lunch.”

“Deal.” you leaned on the counter, eyebrow raised at him in challenge.

Angel knew the best part of his day would be watching your expression go from smug to shocked out of the corner of his eye. He nailed every pastry, the iced coffee, and their preparation with ease.

The simultaneously impressed and amused barista looked to you for confirmation. She got a shocked nod in response.

“I know my worth too mama, so don’t skimp on lunch.”

“Fair enough.” You shook off your shock as you repeated his earlier words and shrugged. “Can’t complain I guess. I trained my work husband too well.”

He scoffed loudly, and the two of you went back to swapping smart ass barbs while he tried to ignore the lingering dip his stomach did when referred to him as “husband”.

Thurs:

Angel was a grown man, with years of grown man experience, yet he was sitting on the edge of his bed feeling like a teenager again.

The end of your stay was nearing, and every time he thought about you going back home, he felt weird. He was pretty sure that’s why he’d been a little snappy and annoyed easily at the club the past couple days. He just wasn’t ready to delve into that too much.

Regardless, he had to admit you had some growing effect over him. All morning, while he should’ve been resting and preparing for a charter visit, he was fighting off hard-ons thanks to you.

“Can I borrow your kitchen for the day Angel?” He mimicked your voice in a nasally mocking tone. “I’ll save you some when I’m done baking.”

He’d thought nothing of it when you asked the night before. Really didn’t even feel like you had to at that point.

He realized why when he saw that the desserts you were making for your friend’s brunch were elaborate as hell. The effort took all your attention, and unfortunately for him, his too.

You were baking a lot more than dessert and didn’t even know it.

Now he was hiding in his room, fighting off arousal he knew wasn’t appropriate. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

That didn’t change the fact that you in a short silk lounge set, singing in French (how the hell did you know French?), doing domestic things in his home, did it for him.

He ran a hand over his hair, still damp from his cold shower, and forced himself to finish getting dressed. He had to be ready to face a room of dangerous bikers and prove his patched in worth. He couldn’t be thinking of weird little fantasies and parallels to his parent’s marriage.

He must’ve zoned out again, because you startled him enough to almost make him hit his wardrobe.

“Oh my god Angel try this! I think I did magic.” You excitedly thrust a red cookie his way.

Angel took the offered treat, and found it was a red velvet cookie. “It’s fucking good mi dulce.”

“Really?” You looked so hopeful, so beautiful, that he would’ve lied if the situation called for it.

“Yes, but you know you kill it in the kitchen.” He turned away to put on the flannel he’d fished out.

Now you were in his personal space, smelling amazing, and all his senses were under attack. He couldn’t trust Angel jr. at the moment.

“Baking is different. It’s a whole thing for me...I go all in.”

“I noticed your little Broadway production in my kitchen.” He kneeled down, pretending to look for his shoes as something to do while you were there.

“Don’t shame me.” You pressed your foot into his back, gently pushing him. “It makes for better results.”

‘shit.’ He cursed mentally at the contact.

Luckily, he heard you turn to leave the room. “Oh, EZ said to tell you to hurry up or pick up your phone.”

He rose up once you were gone and checked his phone. Sure enough, he had several missed calls and texts from Gilly, Coco, and EZ. He cursed aloud this time and finished getting ready, determined not to get distracted again.

Of course, his boys having to physically come in and get him when he did just that destroyed that promise.

Fri:

It had come down to the last night of your stay with him, and what he thought was a favor to a good friend, turned out to be more for his benefit.

The hell with the club seemed so far away when he was home now, and he’d laughed more times that week than he had the previous few months total.

Tonight though… Tonight had him so in his head he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

You, sensing something was going on with him, had invited EZ and Felipe to dinner. He didn’t know how you got the latter to agree, his dad had never even been in his home before, but you did it. It went over a hell of a lot better than the last time they tried it too.

The missteps that reared their head when his family tried to talk to each other at length were mitigated by you. You were the perfect buffer, able to get them to engage with you and then each other.

He saw his family in an unfamiliar, but favorable light. His father was actually enjoying his time with him in his house. He knew that night wouldn’t have happened if not for you.

Now, as he distractedly dried the dishes you’d washed, listening to you hit all of the high notes in Loving You, it hit him.

‘She should be my wife’ the thought came so quick, and was so loud he almost jumped, confused if it came from him or someone else.

“Hey dishwasher-less!” you nudged him with your hip. “Move those hands.”

“Why can’t we be a thing?” he blurted.

You dropped the silverware you’d been washing, eyes wide and focused on him. “Um..excuse m-…what?”

He knew that wasn’t the most tactful way to introduce his thoughts to you, but it was his way. Fuck…he didn’t even understand them fully himself.

“You heard me querida,” he put the dish down on the counter, turning to you. “When I stayed with you that weekend that my head was all fucked up-“

“Angel.” your tone made it a warning, but he kept going. He was never afraid of a challenge.

“I was inside you so much that weekend I forgot that’s not how I came in this world. I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud, but I felt home cause I was with you-”

“Stop it!” you hit the sink, rattling the contents.

“Fuck that!” he shouted back, startling you both. He stayed silent for a moment before speaking in a calmer tone. “Fuck that. Why can’t we talk about it? Why couldn’t we talk about it then?”

You didn’t say anything, but he saw your chest heaving with adrenaline, and realized you were just as affected by the conversation as he was.

“You just decided it didn’t matter and put it in this space we can’t touch now. It’s all fucked up!”

“Because,” you hissed. “If you remember, it was all over that Adelita chick, and I don’t know what kind of hold she has or had over you, but it was deep.”

He cringed at that, and turned his attention to the light fixture over your head, unable to meet your heated gaze.

“Whatever feelings I have for you Angel, I put them away in a place where I can still be your friend and keep things in perspective.”

“Feelings you have for me?” he latched on to the lack of past tense, hopeful.

You inhaled sharply. “You are having a baby and just got engaged. What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing..I mean a lot, but nothing to do with this. I know-“

“I know,” you pushed away from the sink and reached up to cup his cheeks. “That you’re scared Angel. You’re scared, because you’re gonna take two steps you’ve never taken before at once, and you’re trying to sabotage it.”

He shook his head, taking your hands from his face and holding them tightly in his own. “No..mi dulce, no. I’ve been struggling with this all week, longer if I’m being honest. Tonight sealed it.”

You snorted humorlessly, looking around the kitchen as if something in the room would help you get through to him. “I cook you some big boy meals, and treat your speakers to some musical taste, and you’re ready for vows?”

“Don’t put this all on me. Tell me you don’t feel it. Right here and now, to my face.”

He watched your expression soften, and let you put one hand back on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Ok, I can’t do that, but I also can’t just fall into a situation with you either.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “We both know we didn’t just fall into anything. We sat here and let it build and didn’t say shit, and now I have to. This week just made it too real not to.”

He placed his forehead to yours, his own hands cupping your face. “Please…”

He watched you have an internal battle by your changing features before you finally leaned into him. The moment you did, his lips were on yours.

He knew it was more than just a kiss a few seconds in. Everything he’d felt that the previous week was alive and confirmed between you too. He could feel you telling him you had moments like his own.

He palmed your thighs under your sundress before grasping them tightly and lifting you up. He placed you on the counter while you two separated for air. Your chests heaved in unison, and neither of you had to say you wanted the other touching you again before it happened.

He gripped your hair, tilting your head back for access to your neck. The smell of vanilla and cocoa butter surrounded him as he worked his mark all over your skin.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pressed yourself against his jeans.

He hated he couldn’t feel the heat he knew was emitting from your core through the thick material of his jeans, and slid his other hand up your thigh to your panties.

Your entire body twitched when he ran his fingers over you through the thin cloth. It wasn’t just hot it was soaked.

“You need me that bad mami?” he pulled away from your neck, satisfied with his work, and beginning to work at his jeans.

“And quick.” you breathed into his ear, your tone and the sensation making him shudder.

The ache against his jeans didn’t need to be told twice to find its way into your heat. He slid your panties to side and pressed his thumb against you. You jumped, whimpering your need again, and he pulled your panties way from you.

You’d gotten them around one ankle before he was inside of you, and they were no longer your focus.

You clung to each other so tightly there’d be evidence on both of you.

In the quiet, he wondered if your mind was racing with the same thoughts that his was. What now? How do we get this again?

He pressed kisses to your cheek just as he started to move. You inhaled, your nails sliding down his back. Not quite catching the skin, but enough to set him on fire all the same.

He mapped out a rhythm by your whimpers and how you grasped at him until he crafted the right one.

This was the conversation he’d needed. Every thrust from him, every cry from you, every bit of give and take to heighten the other’s pleasure. The two of you were admitting that everything that was between you was deeper, realer than you’d wanted to admit. He loved you, and you loved him, and you were engraving that on one another.

The flirtation, the way you could be yourselves around each other, the heatless jabs. Good friends was always a ruse.

Your face was buried in his neck, and when he felt dampness he knew came from your tears, he hiked your legs higher, moving deeper.

You cried out so loudly it echoed in the kitchen, drowning out the soft crooning of an eighties songstress.

“I know baby, I feel it too.” his voice was choked by the threat of tears of his own.

He’d never been here before. Not with Adelita, not even close with Nails. He was terrified. Terrified for it to end because he never felt so good. Terrified for it to end because it might never happen again.

“Angel..” your voice sounded so small, but it was strong enough to anchor him back with you. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“Let go,” he encouraged. “Let me have it querida.”

Your body seized up with your release, his name the only thing he caught in your unintelligible babble.

You clenched up repeatedly in the aftershocks, and that drug him over the edge with you, biting your shoulder.

His vision tunneled, pinpricks of pleasure traveling up and down his spine. Your hands smoothed up and down the area, and he realized it was because he was shuddering.

He gripped the counter for support, pulling back slowly. He was searching for a way to ask if he’d changed your mind, but the act hadn’t made words for his thoughts any easier to find.

It didn’t matter, before he could even speak you stopped him. Your eyes were glazed over with tears that had nothing to do with pleasure this time.

“That was all that I can give you Angel. It’s not right, none of this is, but it’s all I can give you.”

AN:

Am I the only one who wishes she had reference photos for their home/club layouts? Lol, it’s such a weird non-factor thing, but still. From memory, I’m pretty sure Angel only has one bedroom though.

No shade, no hate but this was partially inspired by how over Nails Angel looked when she was putting her back into it….🥴

I played with a few canon-timeline things + knocked the dust off my smut writing ability (I’m going under my humiliation rock now, no calls plz)

#angel reyes x reader #angel reyes #mayans mc #mayans imagine #reader insert

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thran-duils · 3 years

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My Perfect Pet

Title: My Perfect Pet Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Boss Tony Stark. Reader disobeys Mr. Stark’s order to work in his office and learns her lesson for disobeying when he tells her to do something. Words: 2,303 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dom/sub, fingering, shameless smut, boss/employee relationship, punishment, office sex Author’s Note: I had a dream, alright? I got distracted from the other fics because of it.

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You walked into one of the old filing rooms where one of the old assistants was already working to scan old documents in. A whole archive had been discovered recently and they needed all of the papers uploaded onto the Stark database.

Aeisha looked up when you walked in and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I thought Abby was going to be down here with me.”

“She really wanted to be around and in Mr. Stark’s office.”

When you had arrived this morning, the head security told you where you were supposed to be. Mr. Stark gave orders at the beginning of the day where all of you were supposed to be and he had wanted you assisting him today. But Abby had complained to you, pouting. You figured it was not a big deal and told her you would take her job down in the filing room instead. She had been ecstatic.

The other girl snorted and said, “Of course she does. She’s been trying to get him to fuck her for months.”

You stammered, “W-what?”

“He has his favorites. She wants to be one of them.” She held up her phone, the newest version, and smirked, “He gives good gifts to keep us away from HR. Not that I would ever consider that.”

“You… have sex with him?”

Aeisha shrugged, “When he wants. It’s not often. In between the ladies at his parties and some other girls in the building, there’s time in between.” She saw the look on your face and gave a hearty laugh. “He’s good in bed. Don’t worry. When I said I wouldn’t consider going to HR, I mean it. That man knows how to work my pussy.”

‘That’s not what I’m worried about,” you muttered, opening one of the boxes. ‘I didn’t know I was gonna have to potentially fuck my boss if he ever gets a wild hair. Wasn’t in the job description. Sure, he’s extremely attractive – sexy – but, Jesus. That’s asking for issues if you ever wanna be in a relationship with someone and he’s still expecting it. Maybe I should be thanking Abby for taking his office today.”

Aeisha closed the scanner and shot you a curious look. “Wait… did you clear that switch with him?”

You shook your head and she rose her eyebrows, looking concerned.

“What?”’ you asked worriedly. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. We are both gonna do the same thing no matter where we are at.”

“He wanted to see you in there, Y/N. He’s very specific about his instructions.”

Your stomach did a flip flop and you asked worriedly, “Am I going to get in trouble?”

Aeisha shrugged, “Who knows? If he hasn’t sent Abby back down here in the next twenty minutes, maybe it’ll just slide.”

You did not want to lose this job; it was well paying, especially for NYC.

“I guess I’ll just… go up there if she gets put back down here,” you said slowly, thumbing through the files.

You picked some of the papers up and asked Aeisha where she was filing the paperwork before going to your own scanner. You kept tensing whenever you heard someone walk by, thinking it was Abby coming down to fetch you and make you go upstairs where Mr. Stark wanted to see you. It was customary for you to wear pencil line skirts and low-cut shirts with heels, something that had been encouraged by the hiring manager. And you learned quickly it was just the norm with all of the assistants. Thankfully, you had already had a good enough collection started with going out wear that was easily masked as office wear. Such as the bodycon dress you were wearing today, the long zipper up the back that you had had to have your roommate help you with. But now you wondered if maybe you should cut back on it a little bit, knowing what you did now.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of your mind, focusing on your work.

<><><>

It was almost 9:00pm when you were walking back from the filing room. You told your immediate supervisor that you would take a few more hours today to be able to get off early tomorrow for your appointment tomorrow afternoon a few weeks ago.

You stopped though outside Mr. Stark’s office, hearing noises coming from within. You furrowed your brow confused considering how late it was. You put your hand on the door, your ear coming closer. Someone yelped loudly inside and you threw the door open in alarm, thinking someone was getting hurt.

Upon seeing Mr. Stark being straddled by a naked woman and another kissing him beside them on the couch, you almost vomited in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I thought—goodnight!” you stammered, closing the door clumsily and rushing off.

<><><>

You were not surprised in the slightest when you arrived the next morning that Mr. Stark wanted you in his office. Reluctantly, you walked to the door and knocked. He called from inside and you took a deep breath, your heart hammering. All you could see was them on the couch last night and feel your mortification that had kept you up half the night.

He was working off to the side of his desk with a hologram table, his back to you. He was wearing a three-piece suit as usual, sans the jacket, all black.

You did not know what to say – if you should say anything too – so you just stood there awkwardly until he sensed the awkwardness too and turned around. You did not miss the slight smirk that graced his lips at the sight of you.

“Mhm, Y/N. Good morning,” he greeted you, closing the hologram and turning around to stride back to his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” you managed to say.

He sat on the edge of the desk, running his eyes over you. You had chosen a mid-thigh dress, still showing leg but the top was long sleeved, no cleavage.

You blurted becoming uncomfortable with the silence, “I really am sorry.”

“For?” he questioned.

That caught you off guard and you stammered, “U-uh. Last night?”

“Oh, that,” Tony chuckled. “I didn’t know anyone was still on the floor. Quite a surprise to see you. Did throw the vibe off a bit, took me out of my element, really.” He cleared his throat and said, “As a matter of fact, thank you for apologizing because the sex really wasn’t as great as it was going to be if I hadn’t of seen you. Because it just reminded me of earlier in the day when I was expecting to see you when I came in the morning and I was severely annoyed when it wasn’t you. So, I was just a little irked during the whole threesome.”

He snickered seeing you at loss for words. “Well, I figure you can make it up to me. We can break in the couch. Just you and me.”

A strangled noise left your throat. “What?”

“Did I stammer? You disobeyed what I asked yesterday. I was gonna let it slide and give you a chance to make it right next time – aka this morning when I requested you again to be in here. I like my assistants in the building to follow directions specifically how I ask them. But then, you came in and interrupted when I was about to plow two of the hottest models on the market right now and threw off my vibe.”

That sounded so ridiculous, you said before you could stop yourself, “You still had sex with them.”

His eyes crinkled with his dangerous smile. “That’s cheeky. You are very determined to get me even more riled up, aren’t you? I didn’t mark you as bratty. Everyone’s got their surprises though...”

He stood up from the desk and you fought to stand your ground, your hands still folded in front of you. His eyes were searching hungrily, eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

“You’re definitely not a top rider like Vivian or Aeisha. They love sitting in my lap… reverse cowgirl…” Heat came to your cheeks as he ran his eyes over you again, lingering on your legs. A wicked smirk came to his face as he met your gaze again. “No. That’s not you. Not at all. You’re a perfect candidate for training.”

Training…?

“In fact, we can have your first lesson now. Lock the door.”

“Mr. Stark—”

He sat on the couch and said, “Do you remember me just saying that I like my assistants to listen? And follow directions just as they’re told? This is your chance to do that. So, impress me, sweetheart. Or leave the building and don’t come back. I’ll have someone mail your check or direct deposit. Whatever the hell you have set up.”

You stared at him in bewilderment, and he was staring back, a hard look in his eyes. He was not messing around. Swallowing sharply, you turned on your heel and went to the door, sliding the lock into place. You turned around, your heart thumping.

“Take your dress off. Put this blindfold on,” he ordered, reaching for the piece of cloth on the table. You had failed to notice it sitting there before; he had already had this on his mind before you had come in apparently. “And get over my knee.”

Mortified, you took a step back towards the door and his eyes flashed at the movement.

“What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

You had a choice, really you did. You could find other work, but you did not want to. Sucking down a deep breath, you walked over towards him. He reached forward again and grabbed a small remote, clicking it. The large TV turned on at the end of the office and he turned on a random show, turning the volume up.

Your dress fell to your ankles and you stepped out of it. There was a fire sparked seeing the way he was looking at you, drinking you in. But it made you extremely nervous too; what if this went sideways and you lost the job anyway?

The blindfold was waiting on his thigh and you reached for it, putting it on and laid across his lap. You could feel his length through his dress pants, causing heat to come to your core already as well. You squirmed with the anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard and you gasped loudly with the sting. His hand caressed at your ass, squeezing. “Look at that nice jiggle you had just there. You’re gonna tell me you’re sorry when this is all done and take this like an obedient girl. Right?”

“Right.”

“’Right, sir’,” Tony corrected you.

“Right, sir,” you squeaked in repeat back to him.

He hummed in approval before he smacked you again, harder this time. He yanked your underwear down and ordered you to kick them off. He helped getting them around your heels and you felt him toss them. His hand was back on your ass, squeezing and admiring. Another smack landed and then another, drawing a low groan from you.

Tony’s fingers delved past your wet folds, running up and down your sex. A finger slipped in as his thumb massaged your clit, causing you to pant in need.

“Look at you, you little wanton harlot,” Tony husked, adding another finger.

He pulled his hand away and laid another hard smack across your cheeks, leaving wetness from you.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

You did what he told you and you squealed when he slapped your pussy, instinctively clenching and driving your hips forward.

“Keep them open!”

Hesitantly, you did what he said, and you cried out softly when he smacked your pussy again, repeatedly. The contact was reverberating, stimulating. He was driving you insane, loving the contact on your clit from each hit. You heard him spit and his other hand came to rub at your tight ring, wet from his spit, while the other found your nub again, circling faster now. He was working you too well, it was too much pressure. You did not want to come all over him, and you clenched again, trying to stop him from touching you.

He laid a rough smack across your ass and growled, “I told you to keep your legs open!”

Whimpering, you opened your legs again to him and he praised, “Good girl. Now, are you, sorry, pet?” You nodded and he squeezed at your nub causing you to whine sharply. “Tell me!”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

“Mhm, you’re a fast learner. Such a good girl. But what are you sorry for?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed.

“Not listening to you! For interrupting you!” you panted, gripping at the couch fabric.

“Yeah, that was really naughty of you,” Tony agreed, his knuckles brushing your sex as he hit your g spot. “Very naughty.” Your breath was quick and short, and he cooed, “Sweetheart, do you need to come?”

“Yes, sir! Please!” you begged, embarrassed simultaneously how easily you had come unraveled. How easy it was for you to fall into this role.

Tony hit your spot again and you moaned pathetically. “You can let go. Come for me.”

You cried out, shaking, coming undone around his fingers. His other hand came to your throat, holding tight as he continued to stroke you, slower now as you shook with your release. He squeezed in slightly and that only added a cherry on top to your orgasm.

Empty of him, you heard him salaciously sucking on his fingers, his other hand still flexing gently on your throat, and he hummed in approval again. “I think with some more lessons, you can shape up to my perfect pet.”

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld

#tony stark x reader #dark tony stark #dark marvel fic #my shit

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cindersandroses · 4 years

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Digital Get Down, Chapter 5

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 5/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Size OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard… never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

WARNING: Mentions of assault.

AUTHORS NOTES: Love you all!

Also on AO3!

Chapter 5

Opal turned to the side as she looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. She smoothed the front of her dress over her rounded belly and picked at the slight ruching that was meant to help hide her imperfections along with the black color of the dress, but it did neither. There’d be no hiding anything. This was about as bodycon as one could get, and indeed she bought it a long time ago because she thought she looked hot in the form fitting silk. As soon as she got it home, though, and really looked at herself wearing it in the harsh light of day, she put it away, in the back of her closet with the other beautiful clothes she’d bought but never found the courage to wear.

That was changing. Now. Today. Okay, not today. But as soon as she walked back into her house. She planned to go straight to her closet and pull them all out and wear each of them as soon as she had the right opportunity or occasion. Considering that most of them were on the fancier side of things, meant for dates, she figured she’d have more chances to wear them now, anyway.

Even though she and Henry would literally be halfway across the globe from each other after this weekend. She couldn’t dwell on that fact, though. If she did, then the sadness set in. She refused to let that particular emotion claw its way back. They’d make it work if it was going to work. It wasn’t like she couldn’t just take her computer places and work there.

If she could convince her boss to allow frequent trips.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t also spend part of his time in Los Angeles.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Henry walked by behind her, drawing her attention away from those troubling thoughts. He fumbled with the cufflink on his left shirt cuff. She was going to make a quip about it, but the words died on her lips when she noticed he looked at her like a fat kid looked at cake. He licked his lips, smiled, and walked into the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but blush. She never would’ve believed he was truly stealing glances at her, but that notion had been squashed earlier at the spa. In fact, now she was hyper aware of his long, molten stares.

And it was all because of the wonderful esthetician who completed her facial after their massage. What had started out as a traumatic experience ended up making her feel the most confident she’d ever felt in her own skin, thanks in part to Jessa the esthetician’s enlightening conversation.

“He’s looking at you like you are the purest water and he’s just had some hot sauce.”

Opal giggled, and blushed, looking at the woman. “I just keep thinking he’s going to be like, ‘Ugh, not my type’ and leave, Jessa.”

“Girl, please. You got one of those peach bottoms that men love to get a handful of. You already got him eating out of your hand, he’s not stopped glancing over here this whole time,” Jessa said, putting her hand on her hip. “And if he does do that, I got a handful of fine brothers who would eat that peach bottom up. So you just let Jessa know and I’ll hook you up.”

The comment made Opal laugh loudly, disturbing the serenity of the spa and resulted in a few perturbed glares from other clients. Henry had glanced up, one eyebrow raised in interest. She smiled at him sweetly and he went back to his shave. Opal smiled. “Thank you, Jessa. I’ll keep you updated.”

Opal had made sure to slip Jessa an extra tip, even though she was sure Henry had tipped everyone well. Stingy wasn’t really a word she would use to describe this man, not materially or emotionally.

Or physically.

Definitely not physically. He liked touching. Being affectionate.

She did not; or, more aptly, she was not used to it in the romantic sense. But she wasn’t even that affectionate with her family. There were a few hugs here and there as a child, but they weren’t overly huggy. And then there was the other thing he didn’t know about, because she never talked about it, that prevented her from initially enjoying his touches.

It was getting easier, though, the more he touched her. She found, with some relief, that she actually quite liked being close to him in that way. Perhaps there was hope for her, after all.

Opal moved away from the mirror and followed his trail to the bathroom. She rested a hip on the door jamb and watched him finish his grooming. He saw her in the mirror and smiled.

“Like what you see?” he asked, that insidious brow raised.

“Nah,” she said with a grin. “I was just thinking about how you use twice the product I do.”

Henry rubbed his hands on a hand towel to remove the remnants of whatever moisturizer he’d used on his freshly shaved jaw. “That’s because it takes a lot to make me look this good. You’re already bloody gorgeous, so you don’t need it.”

Her cheeks heated and she shifted her weight awkwardly on her bare feet. Why were compliments so difficult to take?

“And as an answer to your question, I do like what I see,” she replied. “I appreciate your efforts. But I also love getting to just observe each other. That’s what we were missing over the last year.”

Henry stopped and smiled at her. “I watched you getting ready, and that’s why I’m so behind. I couldn’t stop watching you. You are enchanting,” he whispered.

The air caught in her lungs upon hearing the deep gravelliness of his sentiment. He closed the distance between them. The hunger, the lust, the pain, the joy, the need, all passed across his face. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her temple. “We’re going to make a hell of a couple tonight, Princess.”

“Yes, we are,” she replied breathlessly.

“Let me finish getting ready. You are distracting.”

Opal giggled. “Pot, kettle.”

She moved away from the door and went back to the bed to struggle into the sky high heels she had thought would be great to wear, but now she regretted the decision to pack them. Her feet were going to ache by the end of the night. But--the minx inside her reminded--that could possibly lead to another massage. This time, just with Henry.

As she finished up the last buckle on the strappy things and stretched her legs out to check how they looked, she noticed Henry watching from across the room with a glazed look in his eyes. She laughed at him, because it was the exact same look she’d had as he secured the waistcoat around his trim torso. “This… me putting on shoes shut you down?”

Henry reanimated with a shrug. “I have a thing for really high strappy, almost slutty, heels. Nothing like…” He stopped and blushed slightly. “Uh, never mind.”

Opal stood up and went over to him, just barely shorter than him now, and grinned. “I will have to remember that for later,” she replied.

“Oh, god, please do. Bonus points for silk stockings and the whole belt contraption,” he murmured.

She giggled. “You know, men and women are so different. You want the littlest piece of clothing on me, but I’d rather see you in a three piece suit.”

“I can fuck in a three piece suit just as well as I can without,” he teased.

His comment, and the harsh word, caught her off guard. Taking the opportunity, he went over to grab his cell phone. He beckoned her with a crooked finger. “Come here.”

She didn’t ask for clarification or even think about it; her feet in their dangerous footwear moved of their volition. When she reached him, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, all while snapping a quick picture. He looked at it, smiled, and turned it around for her to view.

Her cheeks were high with color. Her skin glowed; her eyes sparkled. Her smile showed almost every one of her teeth. Everything about it made her seem so vital, so alive, so… beautiful. She had never seen herself so happy. Simply being near him made her want to beam from ear to ear.

He smiled softly. “Now you see what I see when I look at you.”

“I don’t always look like this,” she protested.

“You do,” he replied. “Let me send this to you so you can send it to Amber.”

Opal shifted uncomfortably. She’d completely forgotten about sending Amber a picture. What kind of friend was she, anyway?

“We can’t bring our phones tonight,” he explained. “Something about making sure nothing unflattering gets out.”

Opal looked up at him and nodded. “Okay. Let me just send Amber a text telling her I’m going out for the night.”

She saved the picture to her phone and opened up the text stream with her friend. She took the picture, sent it, and wrote, “I don’t think I ever expected my Hank to be this real. Going out for the night. Talk to you in the morning.”

She plugged her phone in, stood up, and took Henry’s hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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Opal stood in the atrium of the Georgia Aquarium and sighed. She was enchanted. She’d been here a ton of times before at previous cons, but never on a night specifically designed to be an intimate cocktail party with all of the con’s celebrity guests.

What actually was her life right now?

Henry talked to Dany and Dwayne, and she couldn’t get over the fact that she was standing next to The Rock. How many times had she sat next to her brothers while they watched this giant man wrestle? If someone had told her this was going to be her life when she left Los Angeles the night before, she’d have told them they were lying. It was all a little surreal.

Dany smiled at her, obviously picking up on the fact that she had zoned out and had literal stars in her eyes. “So, Opal, what do you do?”

Opal hummed and blinked at her. “Yeah, sorry. I’m a designer and programmer for Blizzard. I have been there, oh gosh, almost ten years now. Best job I have ever had.”

“And you live with?” Dany inquired.

Opal understood Dany’s reticence to accept her into the group. Dany didn’t want anything to harm the business, and even though she seemed tough, she clearly cared deeply for both men as friends. Still, though, Opal didn’t think she gave off a crazy fan vibe.

“My best friend, from like middle school,” Opal said, moving to stand closer to Dany. She leaned in to speak quietly. “I know you’re worried about me using him, I get that, trust me. If I was in your position I would, too. But honestly, Dany, I didn’t even know he was him… until this morning when I arrived. I just thought he was a dorky British guy named Hank. That was it. In the months leading up to this I just got to know his heart and who he is, not Henry Cavill, God’s gift to women. I knew SuperHank, the cleric who runs around healing people, because he is that guy. I got to know the Hank who was shy and loved to cook and gets excited about Warhammer and new fantasy novels. Who tells me constantly that I am worthy and beautiful.”

Dany beamed at her. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

“And frankly, you scare me a little bit, so I won’t do anything untoward,” Opal said.

Dany laughed and flexed a bicep. “Don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t.”

“But seriously, Opal,” she said and grabbed Opal’s hand. “He needs someone he can love with his whole being, and I’ve never seen him happier than when he has spoken to me about you.” She squeezed her hand. “It’s not going to be easy, but I promise to make sure you’re okay and safe, and that you can be with him.”

Opal grinned. “He is pretty special.” She looked beside her, expecting to find him there. “And... gone, apparently.”

Lauren smiled at her. “He and Dwayne went to get some drinks.”

Opal felt her stomach clench. She tried to smile, but before she could muster one, Henry was back by her side. He handed her a flute of champagne. “Here, Princess.”

Opal took the glass from him and didn’t say a word. Her jaw clenched and it took everything in her to stop her hand from shaking.

Henry frowned. “Is that okay? Do you want something else?”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine,” she replied and tried to smile again. Even though she couldn’t see it, she knew it came off as more of a grimace because of the expression Henry returned. He knew something was wrong, but the words to explain it to him failed to form on her tongue.

Not that she really had the chance to say anything, anyway. A loud, booming voice rang out across the atrium, “LITTLE BRUDDA!!!”

Opal spun around and watched in abject horror as two grown men raced towards each other and chest bumped each other like drunken frat boys.

Dwayne shook his head. “Seriously, you two? We’re in public.”

Henry came back and smiled. “Jason, my man, this… is Opal.”

Jason looked at her, his eyebrow raised. “Well, hello there, beautiful. I’m Jason…” He took her free hand and kissed the back of it. “If he gives you any trouble, let me know.”

Opal blushed. “Thank you. I will.”

Dazzled once more by the Man Also Known As Khal Drogo, Henry startled her with a hand on the small of her back. She looked up at him, still holding the flute from which she had not yet had a drop of champagne.

Henry leaned down into her ear. “Do you want me to get something else for you?”

She shook her head. “No, I just, uh… I’m going to get my own drink.”

She excused herself and headed over to the bar, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t running away from him and running away from the conversation she should have already had with him, even before they both decided to meet here in Atlanta.

She wasn’t in line long when she felt his presence behind her.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, concern written all over his face.

“I am, honestly. I just… well… it’s stupid. I don’t drink anything that I don’t see poured myself, and I very rarely drink alcohol in public. I should have told you. It’s just my hang up and, gah... I’m sorry I freaked out a little bit.”

Henry’s eyebrows knit together. He nodded, but he clearly wanted more.

“Let me get my drink and we’ll take a walk and talk, okay?” she asked, hoping to smooth things over.

He nodded and stood quietly with her. Even though he was clearly confused and maybe a little angry, his presence was still one that calmed her and she found herself resting against his sturdy bulk as they waited. Opal ordered her cranberry juice in a martini glass. To anyone other than herself and Henry, it looked like a Cosmo. It was her fallback when she wanted to hang out with the cool kids but didn’t want to do what the cool kids were doing. Because that one time she did what the cool kids were doing? She lived to regret it.

She took his hand and started to walk through the first exhibit. Opal paused at a tube enclosure in the middle of the room full of jellies. A black light shone down into the water, illuminating the sea creatures as they performed a graceful, haunting dance around their tank. She stood quietly, Henry standing next to her, silent, thinking.

Finally, she cleared her throat from the heavy emotion making it difficult to breathe. “I was drugged.”

Henry’s fingers curled into her back. Though he tried to mask the sharp intake of air, his gasp was still audible. “Opal, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” she said, just barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t just that. Amber and I were freshmen in college and I wanted to fit in. We went to a frat party. A guy we had art history with invited us.”

His anger was palpable; it wasn’t anger directed at her, though. Somehow, she knew that, as she stared at the gelatinous orbs bobbing through the water. She took a sip of the cranberry juice before moving on.

“I woke up the next morning, head fuzzy, in a room I had never seen before, and my panties around my ankles.” She braved a look up at Henry, to gauge his reaction. The sharp line of his jaw was set, his rage evident.

For some reason, it was cathartic to share this secret with another human. Amber knew, of course. Amber had nursed her back from the brink after they got home from the hospital.

“It’s the reason I pull away sometimes when you touch me, and the reason I am so unsure of myself. I’m sorry I never told you before, but you have a right to know.”

Henry didn’t speak; he looked at a point beyond her, staring in stony silence for the longest time. He finally tore his focus away from that point and gazed down at her. His face spoke volumes, even before his words did. He rested his chin on her head and wrapped her in his arms. “You know I would never, ever do that.”

“Oh, no, I do! I just… I want so badly for you to touch me, to be yours, I just need… time,” she said. “I don’t even know if I’m actually a virgin or not. I don’t know what they did to me. The next morning, Amber took me to the ER and a rape kit was done, but it was inconclusive. I’m sorry if this changes the way you feel about being with me.”

Henry pulled away from her and put his drink on the floor. He took her face gently in his hands. “I never, ever would feel any different about you. I just… I understand now.” He kissed her forehead, but didn’t move his lips from the spot they’d touched. His next words were muffled, but the meaning behind them was everything. “My promise to you is that I will not hurt you, and it’s all going to be at your pace.”

She smiled and pushed his hands away from her face. With her free hand, she reached up and let her hand rest on the nape of his neck. “Well, then, we can do this, cause I’m very ready for it.”

With little strength, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. It wasn’t passionate or chaste; it was somewhere in the middle. A reassurance. A promise. Her promise to be as open with him as possible. His cue that she was okay with him pushing her boundaries. And she loved him for it.

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iamyoursinblog · 4 years

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FIND YOU

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader x Im Jaebeom

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2,1 k

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POV Jaebeom

They drove up to the dark parking lot behind the club. He looked at the dark building. Everyone in the city knew all too well the reputation of this place and tried to avoid it. But if you had to do something illegal, everyone would come here. He wanted to bury this part of his life and how well he knew this place. Jinyoung has never been this club, one thought infuriated him, but today he agreed to go with it. He put a black mask on his face, and when he got out of the car, he adjusted his designer suit. For such places, he always returned to the image of a spoiled rich heir.

They came to the back door and the guard missed them. They went down the twisted stairs. For everyone it was an ordinary nightclub. But if you come in from the back entrance, you get into a completely different world. They walked through the hall with music invitations, danced on the tables. They came to the farthest table. He took off his mask, and they sit down to the man who was sitting alone his back to the hall. He was the one who ruled this hell.

«Jaebeom! You came earlier than I thought," he smiled broadly. "It's been a long time since you've been here. I was interested in spending time with you. Such sweetheart, angels like you, don't often show up in places like this. I was very determined when your friend took you back" he said pointing to Jinyoung "If I correctly remember, Park Jinyoung"

"Let's talk?" said Jaebeom

"So straight to business? What about drinking with an old friend."

"Another time. If it will, " replied Jinyoung

The man got up from the table and headed towards the narrow corridor behind the bar. They went into the office and closed the door. The man sat down on a chair near the round table and he sat down on the other side.

"I need information on the person who was looking for information about us. Isn't that your doing?" he said, pulling the photograph out of his pocket and putting it on the table.

The man took the photo and laughed loudly. "I've certainly heard she's got a good hacker, but a get photograph from a university campus camera... She never ceases to amaze. Don't you remember Jaebeom, photos aren't among my 'hobbies'. I gave only information, well, maybe a little more information than can be found in the public domain" he smiled

"Then I want information that you can't find in the public domain about this girl"

The man laughed loudly. Jinyoung stood silently leaning against the wall and folded his arms on his chest.

"I still cherish my life. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Because of our old days, the only thing I can tell you is her name is ________! And believe me, Jaebeom, on your place I'd stay away from people like her. What the affairs you had with her? Haven't shared something?" the man looked at Jaebeom, and then at Jinyoung, then raised a glass and took a sip

"We like her"

Man coughing choking on a drink. "You are brave, guys. But believe me, she's from a different league."

"We've been hearing this too often lately. What kind of league is this?" chuckled Jinyoung, but the man just smiled at his comment.

"In any case, good luck." The man got up and went out into the corridor.

He looked at Jinyoung who was clearly annoyed.

"Is everything OK?" he asked.

"There was no point in coming here. We didn't find out anything while she knew everything about the two of us," Jinyoung shook her head.

"Well, why didn't it make sense. Now we know her name - _______." He smiled.

POV You

You were sitting in your favorite chair reading a book. With the return of the second bartender, you were completely free. You raised your head after seeing the hall, there were quite a few people today. You took a few sips of the cocktail that was on your table. You closed your eyes, reclining on the back of your chair. You smiled when you met with 1+1. They're obviously interested in you. 'I think should play with them,' you thought. You took an empty glass and went to the bar. Sevshi on one of the chairs, you asked to repeat your drink. You were in a bad mood today. You spent the whole day in the office looking at documents and reports. You put your head on the counter and closed your eyes.

"Sorry, miss" your driver's voice made you open your eyes. "They went to the club"

"To the club?" you raised your head with surprise at the driver.

"Yes, Miss"

You laughed loudly at the attention of the visitors. "They're where I didn't expect to see them at all. I think my mood has improved." You left a pristine drink and stood up. "Get the car to the back entrance" you passed by, heading to your office. You went into the office and walked up to the big closet. You chose red bardot bodycon mini dress and black patent stiletto stilettos. After changing quickly, you made a smokey makeup. Looking in the mirror, you smiled. 'It's been a long time since I looked like this'. You went downstairs and went outside. The driver sighed sharply when he saw you, and quickly apologized. Well, that's the kind of reaction you've been trying to get. You got in the car and you headed to the club. The streets were empty enough so the road didn't take much time. When you parked, you got out of the car and headed for the entrance. The guard leaned over and said hello when he recognized you. You went down the stairs, the thud of your heels breaking the silence. You heard the sound of music, and you smiled. You definitely missed this place. As you walked through the hall, all eyes were on you. You stopped when you saw an empty table that was usually busy.

"He's in the office with the clients" a young waiter appeared near you. 'Something new' you looked at it, he was young and handsome. Usually only girls worked here, you smiled at such a gift.

"Thank you" you raised your hand and lead your fingers on his cheek. He shone broadly smiling. 'God, what a cute puppy', you couldn't contain your laughter. "I'll sit at the bar" you chose a place that was close to the entrance to the hallway leading to the study.

'Well, let's wait,' you thought, and turned to the bar making the order.

POV Jinyoung

"You're right. We were finally able to find out her name." He sat down next to Jaebeom

"Not a bad for start. If she has a hacker, I don't think we can find anything about her on the internet," Jaebeom said looking at the photo on the table.

"Why do I have feel like we're playing in a game, rules which we don't know" He began to pour in, saying that despite all their attempts, they couldn't get an inch close to you.

"I didn't think I'd be back again here," Jaebeom said. He looked at Jaebeom, who was inspecting the room, his smile was sad. He remembered the time when Jaebeom constantly disappeared in this place. A trembling shot through him.

"Hopefully we don't have to come back here anymore." He got up and took a photograph, squeezed it in his hand. "Let's go"

They left the office to walk down a narrow corridor, returning back to the hall. He went out and looked at the table where that man was sitting before.

"I suppose you found the answer to my question" he turned his head and froze. You pointing to the hand in which he was clutching the photo. You were sitting at the bar and looking incredibly sexy. Excitement took over him.

"Did you come to tell us your name?" said Jaebeom, approaching closer to the bar

"Don't you know him yet?" you laughed while taking a sip of your drink.

"We know, ________! It's nice to meet you," he said as he approached to Jaebeom.

You looked at them and smiled.

"What's wrong?" he asked

"Different from your usual style," you said pointing the finger at their clothes, shoes and hairstyle. "Finally, look like who you really are."

He wondered if they were being watched, you came as soon as they came in here.

"Yes" you said

"What is yes?" asked Jaebeom

"That's the answer to the question in his head" you pointed on Jinyoung

"I never doubted that we were being watched, thank you for being honest," he said, ordering them two of the same drinks you drank.

"Can we keep watche at you?" asked Jaebeom.

"You can try"

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I can ask you that. Unlike you, this is my world" you circled your hand pointing to the hall.

"We want to be a part of your world, isn't it logical that we're here." replied Jaebeom

"I didn't expect that someone like you to know about such places. Apparently he liked you very much, if he decided to withhold this information from me" you said pointing to the empty table where the owner used to sit.

"It's a pity we don't have such a talented employee," he said picking up the photo. He set her on fire from a candle that was standing on the bar, and threw it in the ashtray. You just smirked.

"So what with an answer," you said, pointing to the ashes.

He came close to Jaebeom. He lead his fingers across Jaebeom chin turning his head in his direction. He bent down and left a slight kiss on Jaebeom's lips. He can felt Jaebeom's body strain, but Jaebeom did not budge and did not move away. Moved away from Jaebeom's lips, he met him with his eyes before turning to you again. He tried not to show how much he wanted to continue this kiss.

"If we've dealt with that question. Why don't we get to the phase where you start meeting us.?" he asked, approaching you and resting his hand in the back of your chair.

"Let's miss the game in 'pull-push', we're still not going to back down and eventually everything will come to that. So maybe we won't waste time?" Jaebeom came closer to you and put his hand on Jinyoung's shoulder.

You looked at his hand, and when you looked up, the blood was froze in his veins from your gaze. But neither he nor Jaebeom were going to back down. If they want to be with you it's worth forgetting about fear.

You raised your hand and lead your finger at Jaebeom's lower lip, which was wet after the kiss. You licked your finger looking into Jaebeom's eyes. This sight caused a wave of lust that passed through his body.

"You're braver than I thought" you lead a sock of shoes on the inside of his leg stopping above the middle of the thigh. . He felt his dick twitch in his pants. "But what do I must do, I love the game of 'pull-push'." You stood up between their bodies. It took him all his control not to press you with his body to Jaebeom's body. You turned your head to Jaebeom and left a kiss on his cheek. Turning to him, you ran a hand over his chest before leaving a kiss on his cheek. "This is a reward for today's show. I liked it more than I thought" you took a step forward and turning around sent them a depraved smile, from which the tremor passed through his body. He wanted to make step to your side, but felt how Jaebeom's hand squeezing his forearm for stopping him. You turned around and went to the exit, leaving them exhausted with excitement. Before you left the hall, there was a handsome guy from the staff next to you. You looked at that guy with a smile while he was telling you something. He blushed when you answered him. He was wondering who this guy was and what you told him that he was blushing. He felt jealousy that took hold of every inch of his body. He turned his eyes to Jaebeom, his jaw was tense. Jaebeom's fingers were still singing in his forearm. You gestured to someone and a moment later there was a girl manager. You said something by swiping your fingers at the guy's tie, which only the girl nodded to. You left the hall and the guy followed you.

"And what has it just been?" he asked

"I don't know, but I obviously don't like it at all" Jaebeom replied.

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tom-hollands-eyelash · 6 years

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Mistakes were made pt. 7 (Peter Parker X reader)

A/n: this is my very first FanFiction! Please be kind 😅 and please feel free to give me feedback!

Summary: it's finally homecoming season! You should be happy for Peter and vise versa right? You both couldn't be more wrong.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Y/N: your name

Y/L/N: your last name

Y/E/C: your eye color

Word count: 2,185

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Two days after your chat with Spider-Man on the roof, Peter walked out of English and into the hallway of midtown high. He was still reeling from everything that happened yesterday. How you had confided in him, how you had loved him for the last 10 years, how it was Tom’s idea to make him jealous, and how it was working. He had to find Tom and find out the sudden interest in Y/N.

It wasn’t that hard to find him, since he was with you and his friends with his arm around your waist. Even though he knew you and Tom were doing it on prepose, it still got his blood boiling. “Tom.” He said walking up behind the two of you, causing Y/N to jump a little at the sound behind her. You both turned around to face him.

“What do you want Parker?” He asked slightly annoyed and amused at the same time, pulling you closer to him than you were before.

Peter saw him do that and was livid but did his best to hide it, that should be his arm around your waist, not Tom’s. “I need to talk to you.” Peter said. “Alone.” He stated looking at you. Tom just scoffed.

“Anything you say to me, you can say it in front of my date.” He replied squeezing your waist causing you to yelp in surprise. You looked so uncomfortable under his touch. You tried your best to hide it, your best wasn’t good enough. Peter could see right through your act.

Your face held a look that longed for Peter’s touch. It hurt him just knowing how much you loved him.

Peter looked into your soft Y/E/C eyes and saw nothing but sadness and regret. “Actually, I can’t. Please?”

Tom looked surprised, Peter was BEGGING. Looks like all Tom had to do was show his true feelings for Y/N and it did the trick. Peter led him out of the hallway and into the boys bathroom. “What’s up?”

“You and Y/N is what’s up.” Peter flat out said.

“What does that matter to you Parker? You have Liz.”

“Yes, I asked Liz out, but that doesn’t mean-“

“Doesn’t mean what?! Huh Parker!?” Tom said striding closer to Peter. “Doesn’t mean Y/N can go out with anyone she wanted? Say yes to someone who DIDN’T use HER perfect ask on SOMEBODY ELSE while she was force to fucking watch and get her heart ripped out?!” Hearing that from Tom broke Peter’s heart. He realized how awful of a friend he’s been, and just how much he loved Y/N.

“Tom.” Peter called as he watch led Tom lean against a stall and run his hands through his brown mop of hair.

“What.” He sneered back, his eyes meeting Peter’s. Tom’s once warm brown eyes, were now cold and dark. Noticing this Peter pieced everything together, why Tom was so keen on making him jealous by acting like a couple.

“You love Y/N. Don’t you?” Peter said in a quiet voice, so soft tom almost missed it. Tom just stayed silent. He didn’t even need to say anything for Peter to know the answer. “You do.” He said finally said with a hint of sorrow.

Tom looked down, unable to meet Peter’s eyes anymore. “Ya I- I do. I really do.” Tom was finally admitting his feeling for you out loud. This project meant more to him then your and Peter combined could even imagine. “What about you mate?” He asked out of no where. “Do you love her?”

“Of course I love her! She been my best friend for-“

“No. I meant, do you love her.”

“Yes.” Peter said as he released a breath he didn’t realized he had been holding and swallowed dryly. He had finally admitted his feelings towards Y/N. He loved you. Tom smirked when Peter finally said that.

“What do you love about her?”

“I love everything about her man. I love the way here eyebrows knit together when she’s working on math, the little victory dance she’d do whenever she beat beat me in halo or Mario kart at the arcade. Or when she uses him as a pillow during your movie nights.” Peter smiled as he continued. “I love how she always smells like flowers when you hug her, or how her “safe spots” are usually the unsafest spots ever.” He laughs at the irony. “Or how whenever I get great news, she’s always the first person I want to tell because she’d always insist we celebrate. But mainly I love her because she’s my best friend, my rock, one of the only people in this world I’d trust with my life.” He continued on breathing heavily. “I love her Tom.”

Tom smiles to himself proud of his work here. He finally got Peter to admit his feeling for Y/N, and she’ll be happy. Even though he’ll be crushed. But that’s the thing about loving someone right? You’ve got to put their happiness first, and that’s exactly what Tom was doing. Putting Y/N’s happiness first. He walked towards the bathroom door before stopping and turning around to look at Peter. “You do realize you’ve got to tell her right?” Peter nodded.

“Take care of her at homecoming please? She means the world to me, even though it took me this long to realize it.”

“Anything for her.”

“And please don’t tell her about this? She deserves someone anyone better than me.” Peter painfully asked Tom.

“I Promise.”

*at your apartment*

After Tom dropped you off you finished what small amount of homework you had. It was finally homecoming weekend and you still didn’t have a dress. You pulled out your phone and texted Peter knowing he’d be done with his by now.

You

You busy right now?

Before you could even set you phone back down you heard a familiar ping! You look at your phone to see it’s Peter, your face broke out into a grin when you saw his name light up your phone.

Two metre Peter

I just finished my homework so not really why?

You

Can you come with me to get my dress for homecoming please!? 😁🙏🏼

Two metre Peter

Dress shopping? Really?

You

PRETTY PLEASE!? 😁❤️🙏🏼

Two metre Peter

But. It’s. Dress. Shopping.

You

I’ll get you, a #5 with extra pickles smushed down real flat from Delemar’s.

Two metre Peter

🤤🤤🤤 you know me to well my sweet Y/N

You

Yes I do. A fact that I’m very proud of. 😜😋

Two metre Peter

I’ll be at your window in 5.

You

😘❤️ thank you Two metre Peter

Two metre Peter

Oh fuck off 😂🖕🏼

You

Awe come on! Don’t be like that, I know you love me. 😂😘

He didn’t answer after that, which was sort of odd. He would normally say something like “uh huh sure” or “in your dreams.” You heard a familiar ping pulling you out of your thoughts.

Two metre Peter

Actually I can’t sorry.

You Wait what!? Why? ☹️

Two metre Peter

May needs me. I’m sorry.

You didn’t answer. You knew May didn’t come home for at least another couple of hours. Why did lie to you? What was he hiding? You decided not to pressure him and called Ned.

*at the dress shop*

Everyone you asked said no to coming with you or were just busy with their own things, so you had to ask the one person you haven’t yet. Tom. He surprisingly said yes. “What did you and Peter talk about earlier?” You asked through the curtains of the dressing room.

“We just talked about homecoming and how it’s in a day.” He said leaning against the wall looking at different types of corsages and boutonnieres. He settled on a simple single white rose with small flowers and the color of those flowers will match your dress.

“Okay what to you think of this one?” You said coming out and look at the mirror. You’re in a white satin, two piece, strapless mermaid dress with big ruffles on the bottom of the skirt. Your eyes meet Tom’s face to see him just simply shake his head.

“No.”

“No? Why it’s a nice dress.”

“Y/N, it looks like you’re standing behind a really fat chicken.” He laughs making his way to a brown velvet lazy boy.

“Do I really?” You sighed at his laugh. You go back in to change into the next dress. It’s a long flowey dress that’s colors kinda looks like the camouflage you would wear when you go hunting, and has a slit in the middle of the front of the skirt in between your legs. When you come out you turn to see Tom chuckling slightly as he shakes his head.

“Really?” He asked raising both eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with this dress?”

“Are you going on a hunt before homecoming?”

“Why don’t you go and pick a dress for me since you’re laughing at all my choices.” You said as you walk back through the curtain. You instantly regretted that.

“Fine. ” He was gone for 10 minutes. “Are you ready for your perfect dress?” He said before slipping a black halter two piece bodycon dress with roses embroidered on the sides of the skirt and top that would have stopped just barely under her ass. You laughed when you saw it, not even trying it on you slipped it right back out of the curtain. “Damn.” He said quietly. “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“Actually yes I can.” You said peaking your head out of the curtain and holding out your middle finger so he could see before disappearing back into the curtain. “Okay this is the last one. What do you think?” You walk out in a short strapless ivory tulle dress with light blue lace covering the bodice and a little bit of the skirt. Your eyes meet Tom’s through the mirror. You raise an eyebrow waiting to hear his thoughts. He’s simply to stunned to speak, he just gives a simple nod. You notice this and turn around. “Really? This is it?”

“Yes. You look beautiful Y/N.” He said standing next to you in front of the mirror. He felt the tips of his eyes start to burn and he could see his cheeks start to turn pink in the mirror. Tom wanted nothing more then to hold you right there, but you both agreed that you’d acted like a couple at school only. He still couldn’t believe he was going to take Y/N THE Y/N Y/L/N to homecoming. The girl he’s had a crush on since 7th grade. Even back then he knew you were the most beautiful girl, and still is easily surpassing Liz Allen.

This act they’ve put on at school may have been for their project, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t planning on enjoying every moment he had with her until this is over and she finds out how Peter really feels about her. “Are you okay? You look pale.” You said coming out of the dressing room, the dress you just picked was draped over your arm. Tom just nods in response not saying anything until you both reach the cash register.

“Hey can I ask you something?”

“I don’t see why not.” You simply say as you check out.

“Why did you ask me to come with you? Why not ask Peter?”

You bit your lip, unsure if you should tell him or not. You ultimatly decide to tell him, maybe it can help with the project. “I did. He was the first person I asked, and he agreed. But then very quickly changed his mind.”

“What made him change his mind?”

“I don’t know. I asked him and told him I’d buy him food, he said yes, I called him ‘two metre Peter’, he told me to ‘fuck off’, and I told him that I knew he loved me. Then he just canceled.” You said looking at Tom. “He said it’s because his Aunt May needed him.”

“Maybe she did n-“

“No. He lied to me. I know he lied to me because May doesn’t get home until 7.” You looked at your phone revealing the time. “It’s 6:30 right now.” You say as you proceeded to thank the store clerk and taking the dress from him. “Why did he lie to me? Does he not want to be my friend anymore?” You said, eyes glued to the ground as you walked out of the store.

Tom bit his lip. He knew why Peter lied to her. He got scared when she told him she knew he loved her, even though she probably said it thousands of times to him. Tom felt something twist in his stomach for the first time this week. Tom felt guilty. Guilty of coming between these two. (even though he kinda hoped this would happen) Guilty of wanting Y/N for himself. Guilty for suggesting this for the project.

Guilty for the mistake he made and still was making.

Part 8

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hestylesimagines · 6 years

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It’s always been you...//H.S.

you(I loved you first Part 2) Part One

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

It’s been 2 weeks, 3 days and 23 hours since you and Harry had last spoken. It has always been 2 weeks, 3 days and 18 hours since you broke up with Louis knowing that you could never love him,like you love Harry. It wasn’t fair on him, he’s a good man and thankfully he understood.

“I’m sorry Louis.” You whispered, both of you sitting in the car infront your apartment. It’s been a few hours since your argument with Harry and you know now what you have to do.

“Sorry for what?” Your boyfriend asked, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. It pained you to see the innocence that covered his face, his belief in you and your relationship was heartbreaking. “For this whole mess.” You sighed running your fingers through your curls. “Babe, you and Harry will be fine.” He smiled reassuringly.

“I’m not too sure this time but that’s not what I’m talking about.” He raised his eyebrow. “I don’t think we can be together anymore, Lou.” You whispered, heart clenching at the sight of his pained face. “Oh.”

“I’m so sorry Lou, It’s nothing to do with you! I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you, but I don’t think I can give you what you really need.” “Like what?” you released a shaky breath before admitting, “Someone who loves you.”

“Oh.” He whispered, you blink away the tears looking away from the hurt man that you sat next too. “It’s Harry.” Your head snapped in his direction, “I know you love him YN and I know he loves you too.” You looked down at your hand. “That’s why I’m not upset with you, I always knew you loved eachother and me being Harry’s mate should never of pursued you.” “I shouldn’t of brought you into this mess.” You whispered, brushing away a stray tear.

“You didn’t bring me into it, I walked in willingly.” Louis said, placing his hand on your cheek. “We are okay babe, and I still want us to be friends. But this is the right thing to do.” You nodded in agreement before leading over and pecking his cheek, “Thank you Louis, for being you.”

He smiled before placing his own lips on my cheek, I climbed out of the car and walked away. What a night.

You’d think that Harry would of been the first person you’d be trying to talk to, but you couldn’t help but be angry at him. He was the one who decided you couldn’t be anything more than friends, not you, him but he had the nerve to be upset with you when you tried to move on.

“Yn.” You looked up, Anna, your roommate walking into the livingroom. “Hey.” You smiled, she sat down next to you. “I found these on the porch.” She said, lifting a bouquet of roses from the ground, you furrowed my eyebrows before taking them into your hands. “There is a card.”

You searched through the bouquet before finding the white envelope, and sliding it open. You sighed, reading the words inscribed on the card.

To, My dearest YN

Hi love. I miss you, I feel like I’m going crazy not having you in my life but I know I deserved for you to give up on me. I spoke to Louis and I’m sorry for what I caused, I hate that I have caused you even more pain but I want you to know that I will always love you and you will always be my very own angel.

Love, your H. x

“He really misses you, huh.” Anna said softly, you ran your fingers through your hair. “I guess.” You whispered, “Put him out of his misery YN.” You just nodded before getting up from your seat, walking through the apartment you found your own room.

You lifted your phone from the bedside table, ready to finally give yourself to Harry whenever you received a text from your older sister. She was pregnant, which meant too you, it was impossible to ignore any of her texts. What if she had went into labour?

Unfortunately for you, it was not the arrival of your nephew that she had been texting you about.

From: Lily

Is it true Haz is dating that Camilla Rowe? They’re all over the internet together.

Your heart dropped, the irony hitting you like a ton of bricks. You can’t be with anyone else, but he can?

“Well did you call him?” Anna walked in, looking at you hopefully before you held up your phone and let her read the message that you had just received. “What the hell?” She muttered, looking down at your sad expression and feeling the anger in herself increase.

“Okay, I am not letting you mope about over that stupid idiot any longer. Get yourself looking hot, we’re going out.” You were about to argue but the anger in her eyes was enough for you to get up and go get a shower.

“You look great!” Anna told you, you smiled at her before slipping into your white heels and patting down your pink bodycon dress. “Relax YN.” She said softly, soothingly rubbing your shoulder. “I know.” You said breathlessly,not knowing what you were so nervous about.

“Uber is here.” She announced, glancing at her phone. You nodded before grabbing your clutch and following you of your apartment which you had locked up.

Anna’s excitement was contagious and you began to feel yourself looking forward for the night coming, you deserve to have some fun. Especially after the past couple of weeks you have had.

Anna paid the uber driver before you both climbed out and walked towards the door, the bouncer immediately let you in as the strobe lights hit your eyes with the alcohol hitting your noses. Rihanna and Calvin Harris filling the club, both of you walking towards the bar.

“What can I get you lovely ladies tonight?” The barman asked, a flirtatious smile meeting us. “I’ll have a gin and tonic.” You requested, not missing the cheeky smile Anna was giving you before asking for the same. You bought the first round, thinking it was only fair since Anna had paid the uber.

“Here’s to being free and single, forgetting all about those shitting men who has fucked us over!” She announced, a laugh escaping your lips before you clinked your glasses together.

“Let’s go dance!” I exclaimed, the alcohol and aroma of the club relaxing you before you pulled your friend towards the dance floor. Drake ‘One Dance’ had the whole crowd going wild, and with the alcohol running through your veins you had finally forgotten about the curly haired, emerald eyed boy who had crashed into your heart.

You were drunk. Not only were you drunk, but you were alone too. Anna had met a guy, completely contradicting her toast from earlier. She left just half an hour ago, promising she would be back soon but you both knew that wouldn’t of been the case.

“Hey, watch it!” A girl snapped once you collided into her, “Sorry, I’m sorry!” You rushed out. The tension her face held disappeared, seeing the state you were in. “Are you okay, love?” She asked worriedly, “Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine!” You exclaimed but just as you said that you lost your balance and nearly fell to the ground before the strangers boyfriend had caught you.

“Are you here alone?” She asked, “Right now, yes but Anna will be back for me!” You reassured, both of them frowned at you. “Sweetie, it’s gone 3 and the club is closing now.”

Your heart dropped. “Can we call someone for you, a friend? boyfriend?” Harry was the name you immediately gave, and you didn’t know why. He didn’t want you anymore, he had Camille but he was the only person you wanted at that moment and despite your own thoughts, you were the only person he wanted too.

“YN?” Harry answered groggily, looking at the time on his clock which made him sit up. “YN, why are you ringing so late?” He asked frantically, were you okay?

“Uh it’s not YN.” His eyebrows furrowed at the unrecognisable voice but before he could ask who it was, she continued talking. “YN is drunk, and by herself. She told us to call you to come get her.”

Harry was already frantically pulling the sweats up his legs whilst pressing his between his ear and his shoulder. “Where is she?” He asked, grabbing his car keys whilst shoving his feet in a pair of Chelsea books. Lou would be appalled that’s for sure.

Once the mystery woman had given your location, he hung up and ran out to his car. “I’m coming Angel.” He muttered, his heart pounding frantically. He wanted to see you, hold you but he was terrified about the state he would be finding you in.

He noticed you immediately, being held up by the held of two unfamiliar figures telling him that it was this woman who he had been on the phone too. He tried to ease his jealousy at the sight of the man’s arms around your waist, knowing he was more than likely the woman’s date.

“YN.” He called, now standing infront of you all. “Holy shit.” Mystery woman muttered, now knowing who ‘Harry’ was. “H!” YN yelled, staggering towards him, whilst he was quick to grab you before you lost your balance. “Thank you, do you have a way home?” He asked them politely. “Yeah.”

He smiled once more before leading you too the car, securing you in the front seat before going around to his own side. “Home time?” YN asked, looking over at him with an innocent look all over her face. “Yeah love, home time.”

He was angry, angry that you had be there by yourself where anything could of happened. He was relieved, relieved that nothing had happened. He was happy, happy that it was him you wanted and trusted to look after you in this state. He was inlove, so tremendously inlove with you and after the past two weeks he couldn’t bare to let you go again.

“Why are we here?” You asked, voice slurred once you noticed Harry was now parked infront of his own house. “We don’t want to wake up Anna love, besides I want to make sure your safe.” He cooed, helping you out of the car and wrapping your arm around his waist.

“Anna left me.” You muttered, not realising how much you had angered Harry by those words. She left you there, drunk and defenceless.

“Stop, I can’t be here!” You whined, pulling away from him. “Why not?” He asked, keeping his voice soft. “You have Camille now. She’ll be angry if I’m here.” You rambled, Harry’s eyebrows furrowed. You were worried about Camille? How could you not know that you are the only woman he possibly wants in his house and in his arms.

“Yn, I’m not with Camille.” He assured, finally getting you indoors where you kicked your heels off. He stared at your a small smile on his face as he watched in amusement, whilst you staggered slightly. “Liar. I saw the stuff online, everyone is talking about you both. You’re the hottest couple.” The disgust was evident in your tone, and Harry couldn’t help but love that you were jealous.

“Nope, just friends.” He stated, you scoffed, tossing yourself on the settee. “You don’t want me anymore.” You muttered, the tears filling your eyes whilst Harry’s heart had dropped before he knelt beside you. “That isn’t true YN.” He said, tone soft but stern.

“Yes it is because now you have the pretty model, and I’m just me.” The tears were dribbling down your cheek now, Harry shook his head frantically before sitting you and taking your hands in his. “Stop this YN! You’re not ‘just you’ you’re everything! You’re everything good in the world, you’re everything I love!” He cried, pressing his lips to your hands.

“Then why do you do that! Why do you go out with pretty models?” “Why did you got out with Louis?” He shot back, shocking both of you as the alcohol was now slowly leaving you. “Because you didn’t want me, and he did.” You whispered, looking at your lap.

“You’re wrong. I didn’t want to ruin what we had, because let’s be honest I don’t have the best track record with relationships. I didn’t want to lose you, I couldn’t lose you! Not you!” He kissed away the tears that were dribbling down your cheeks.

“We could of been different.” You whispered weakly, “I know that now baby.” Harry said softly before sitting next to you and pulling you on his lap.

“So what now?” You whispered weakly, resting your head on his chest missing the comfort of having him near you. “Well now we’re going to go to bed, and I’m going to hold you. Then tomorrow, we get up for the day and I take you on our first date.” He said softly, smiling down at you which you retorted.

“You love me?” You asked, vulnerability filling those eyes that he loved so much. “It’s always been you, baby, always been you.”

Those were the only words you needed. Now you knew, everything was okay and you had your Harry. Forever.

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imaginativemarvel · 7 years

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The Color Red - Steve Rogers x Reader - Soulmate!AU

Summary: Everyone is born colorblind, that meaning you live a black and white life. The main 6 colors in a persons life are the classics. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Each time you live a significant moment of your life, a new color comes into play.

Red: Your Soulmate Orange: Worst Enemy Yellow: First Heartbreak Green: Biggest Role-Model Blue- Best Friend Purple: Self-Acceptance

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warning: Brock Rumlow is his typical asshole self in this one-shot, otherwise I think it's fine besides cursing and such.

A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don't hesitate to send an ask, message or comment (:

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Most people were born with at least one visible color; some were lucky enough to have two. You always felt left out in most things people experienced, why? Because the first time you experienced any color was at the age of 12. Sure, you never mentioned it to anyone but eventually people would figure out that you were living in a world of grey.

"Hey, (Y/N). Can you pass me the Purple, Blue and Green markers?"

Hesitating right on spot, you had no idea which were which. You slowly picked up the first three markers to see if there was any type of label on them. Assuming they were old because the labels were wearing off, you turned to your friend before handing her the three markers.

"This is Yellow, not purple." She lifted the second marker before waving it into your face.

"I'm sorry I can't...." Your hand immediately went to grab the marker but she pulled it out of hands reach.

"You can't see it?"

"I.... I can't see any colors." Your eyes trailed to the floor as she lifted up another grey marker and put it to your face.

"You can't see any color? Not even blue? I thought I was the your closest friend. Shouldn't you at least see blue?"

"You are! But I... I can't just make them pop up on my own free will, (Y/F/N). Maybe it'll come in the near future."

"It's because you don't consider me your closest friend, isn't it? Why do I even bother with you if you've pretended you were my best friend all this time? I mean you're the one who let me see the color blue, too."

"No- (Y/F/N)! It's not like that-"

"Forget it, (Y/N). Don't bother."

And in that moment, one of the markers in her hand had filled with a bright color you've never seen before. Your eyes drifted around the room as you saw pencils, desks and the light glowing above the room brighten up into a golden shade.

"No fucking way."

The next color was your favorite color you've came across; Blue. It was your first day of college, you had just turned 19. You thought back to the first time you laid eyes onto your best friend, at first you would have never guessed it was her, but the colors showed you otherwise.

You walked into your afternoon class before sitting at a double seated table alone. Class had started and 10 minutes after the very first lecture a brunette opened the door before apologizing for being late. She walked past the few open seats and plopped down into the open seat at your desk.

"I hope you don't mind; you look a lot more nicer than the rest." Her eyes drifted to the few people she passed up before her lips curved up.

"Oh no, don't worry. It's not like I kept the seat reserved for someone." A small hint of humor came out of your mouth as you giggled and she joined.

"Perfect!" She held her hand out to you as you smiled and accepted the offer. "I'm Wanda."

"(Y/N)."

Life wouldn't be the same without Wanda, she was one of the few people who were not only apologetic but accepting towards you; Considering you've only been able to see two colors of the six. Of course, at that moment, you could see all shades of yellow and blue but you couldn't see any mixtures, like green. You've never seen green, but everyone tells you it's one of the best.

It had been 3 years since you've met Wanda when you finally got to witness and keep the mixture of the two current colors you possessed. Most people grew up seeing green, most people looked at their parents as their role models. But you didn't; instead you just substituted other things for parental figures, clearly none of them fit the slot. Well, until you met Clint.

You would have never met Clint if it weren't for Wanda, apparently she received the color green from him too. Wanda asked you to accompany her on a family and friend get together, so you did because she was your best friend. You would do anything for her.

"(Y/N). This is Clint, I've told you a lot about him, vise versa."

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I've heard a lot, but don't worry, only some were bad." He pulled you into a huge hug before giving you one of the most heartwarming smiles you've seen.

"Surprising, I'd expect them all to be bad. Don't worry she-" You stopped mid-sentence, earning a stare from Wanda and Clint.

His tie, it was slowly filling in with a new shade. It looked like blue, but not entirely. If you mixed both blue and yellow, you'd get this shade, it was what Wanda had talked about. Green.

"Your..... your tie. The grass... holy shit. It's green!"

"Damn, I sure am a role model for everyone, aren't I?"

You were so thankful for those two in your life, they brought you so much love and opportunity that you've never been offered before and you couldn't be more grateful. When time came around, you saw your most recent hue. The one you dreaded the most; Orange. It was fine though, because you had your two best friends by your side. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't know how to handle a situation like this.

"Wow, might I just say, those shorts look absolutely stunning on your figure. Of course they'd look better on my floor but... you know." The voice peered over your shoulder, the smell of alcohol hit your nose.

"Thanks, you know, if you're going to hit on a girl, I suggest using a compliment that's from 2017. Not 2005. I appreciate it though! But I'm here with my friends to get drunk and have fun, not for a one night stand." The snappy comeback gave him a scary look, you stood your ground though. You wouldn't let him get to you.

"I can always make an excuse up for you, this isn't my first rodeo, so how about it?" The same snarky smirk from before appeared on his face as he took a drink from the beer in his hand. At the same moment, his feet shifted closer and closer to your body.

"I'm not the one. Please back away from me."

"This isn't a suggestion or option, it's something you're going to do. For me." His voice became deeper, forcing and absolutely terrifying. His hand slowly slide up your leg before giving your thigh a squeeze.

"Get off me, asshole!" The moment you shoved him back and forced his grip off your leg, you felt a familiar presence. Somehow the scenery was different, and you couldn't put your finger on it. It's not that random orange things were just in your face saying that you had just experienced a new color but some random things around the room changed to a dark orange tint, almost not visible when you're already so used to a dark tint.

"Get off her or else you'll regret it, crossbones." A familiar voice came up to your side before shoving the mysterious man back.

"Clint it's fine, he's drunk. Let's just go." You grabbed his arm before slowly making your way to the entrance of the building.

As you were walking out the bar, you spotted two men playing pool with two woman. They hit ball after ball into each shot, but one ball stood out in particular. The balls five and thirteen, both painted with the color orange.

"Hey, Clint. Who was that?"

"Rumlow. Brock Rumlow."

The thing that frightened you the most was, like every case of someone meeting their worst enemy, they had many occasions where they'd be at the same place, same time. It was currently a quarter after 9 when Wanda and her new friend Natasha had offered you to tag along with them to a wedding, you had no plan so you didn't oppose.

Natasha was a bridesmaid while Wanda was just her date, who happened to have you as her date as well. They both were wearing beautiful white gowns while you were wearing a fancy, purple bodycon. Now, you originally picked out a similar one in a navy blue shade but the girls protested that the purple one brought out the 'color in your eyes'. Despite you not being able to see the color purple, you reluctantly agreed.

You all finished quickly before heading to the church the vows would take place in. It took a while, like every church, but soon enough you found everyone attending the reception at the banquet down the street.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Let loose." Natasha grabbed your arms before swinging them back and forth in a dancing motion.

"I don't know, Nat. I don't know anyone here, what if I embarrass myself?" You swiftly let go of her hands and set them on your hips, glancing over your shoulder at Wanda who was hitting it up with some random guy.

"So what? You said so yourself, you don't know anyone here!" The red head pulls your attention back to her as she grabs your hands again and drags you out to the dance floor. "Fine, let's go!"

After a good 40 minutes of dancing horribly and mocking other people's dance moves, Wanda walked up with the man from earlier. By the time they came into arms length, Natasha screamed at the man with a smile and pulled him into a one-sided hug.

"Vision? I thought you said weddings weren't your thing?"

"Well, they're not. But Tony pecked at me to come until I agreed, and I mean it would be rude not to. He did create me, after all." He gave Natasha a smile before giving you a greeting nod.

"(Y/N), I've told you about vision, right?" Wanda nudges you with your elbow as a smile spreads across your face. Memories from months back replay in your head, thinking about all the things she mentioned about the man.

"It's about time I've met you! I'm (Y/N)."

"Oh, I know. I happened to be the one who went through Wandas files before she was hired at the Tower. Usually we go over the employer and their acquaintances and since she lived with you, you happened to be one. I suppose that's all I know, though." He spoke in a stern and serious tones while using his hands to elaborate some words.

"Wow, she hasn't mentioned me once to you?" A smirk appeared on your face as you saw the surprising hesitation and stuttering come from the mans mouth.

"N-No! She has it's just-"

"Nothing new?"

"Uh, yes. Precisely." Wanda rested her hand on his shoulder before giggling and receiving a smile from him.

"Don't sweat it, from what I've heard, I already like you." He gave you a heartwarming smile before turning his head behind him with eyebrows furrowing.

"Vis? What is it?" Wanda looked in the same direction he was staring at, you and Nat quickly followed.

"Rumlow, He's here. I suppose Steve will take care of it. They aren't the best friends." He looked back at you three before responding to Wanda's question.

"Rumlow? As in Brock Rumlow?" Once again you felt your head look over the crowed with a disgusted face. A familiar face was wearing a nice blue suit, his eye catching yours the moment you saw him as he gave you a creepy smile.

"Yes, do you know him?"

"Unfortunately." Vision sighed before looking through the crowd, probably for the man he named earlier that would take care of Rumlow. His name was called along with Wanda and Natasha, as you all glanced over you noticed it was the groom. They went to pull you toward Stark to greet you but you shook your head and claimed you needed to go to the restroom, so they said their goodbyes before you walked away from the group.

You continued to move throughout the crowd to the restroom when someone's hand had gripped onto your forearm, spinning you around forcefully. It was the one person you were trying to avoid; Brock. His nasty, signature smile was plastered on his face.

"If it isn't my best friend! Say, Clint isn't here, is he?" He pulled your arm forward, your bodies collided.

"Dude, give up. You're just a cunt who gets off on scaring women, you think this forceful side of yours will get me off or scare me enough to agree but I'm not afraid of you. Try me, asshole." You tilted your head towards him with a cruel glare, only to receive a low chuck.

"Can't blame me for trying, but you are quite hot when mad." The moment he finished his words, a force pulled him from your body and sent him tumbling backwards.

"Rumlow, you weren't invited here. I'm going to politely ask you to leave." A tall blonde man pulled you behind him in a protecting way, completely shocking Rumlow.

"Why? This girl is nothing to you. Why would you care?"

"Well, she's my girlfriend, my date tonight and I wouldn't want another mans hands on her and I doubt she would too, right doll?" His hand swiftly snaked around your waist but in a gentle manner. You leaned your side into his with a quick nod, playing along with what he was saying.

"So the Cap could settle for any woman and he settles for this under average, boring girl. Who knew?" His words stung, as much as you hated him and didn't care for his opinion, they still stung.

"Sure. I'm under average and boring but were you not the one who was just trying to get in my pants?" The grip on your waist tightened a little when you agreed to his insults, only receiving a humored look from the pervert.

"Tony didn't invite you, Pepper didn't invite you and I know you didn't walk through those doors with anyone who could back you up and said they invited you, therefore, you shouldn't be here. I'm going to ask one more time, leave. Or else I'll kick your ass right now, while of course teaching you how to speak to my girl, respectfully. How does that sound?" The mans voice got deeper by each word, making the threat sound like a nightmare. You slowly gripped his jacket with your hand before giving Rumlow a smile.

"The girl couldn't put up a fight even if she was forced to, you'll be done with her once you're done with me." He gave you both a defeated look before swallowing with nervousness.

"Well, she has to put up with you so, yeah. Pretty damn amazing in my eyes, I mean, I can barley do that and she seems to being doing it at ease. Now go." The corner of his lip slid up before he gave you a glance and pointed at the door for Brock.

Brock's eyes shifted from the mans, to yours and then to the hand that was gripping your hip. With a sluggish movement, he put the weight of his body on his heels before rolling his eyes and exiting the building in defeat.

"Thank you so much for that, if it weren't for you... I don't know how that would turn out." As soon as Brock was out of sight, you turned and removed the contact from both of your bodies.

"Don't worry, I had an eye out on him anyways but the moment he stepped up to you I..." He gave you a small smile before scratching the back of his neck.

"Saved the day? You are a hero like they say, huh?" You voluntarily ended his sentence, complimenting him in the process.

"Actually I just.. I uh..."

"You just...?"

"I didn't intentionally want for this to happen it's just I saw Natasha with you and the rest earlier before Brock came in and then after I saw you I saw Vision but his face was a different color and that was the first time I have seen that color-" He began to ramble for looking over his shoulder and pointing at Vision. Your eyes wandered, looking at the man too. You looked closer before realizing half his face wasn't a dark shade, it was a bright hue.

"Holy shit. Vision! His face is-"

"Red."

"Wait, does that mean-"

"Well we both happened to notice the color after seeing each other for the first time... so yeah, that would only mean..."

"That we're soulmates?" Your eyes widen as you stared at the man who mimicked your expression. His hand slowly raised to his mouth before furrowing his eyebrows towards you.

"This is crazy, I saw you from afar and thought how beautiful you were and I didn't think for a split second that I could ever be with you because you seem just too ... good, normal for me but then I saw Vision. You were the only new face I've noticed so I just assumed, and then Brock came up to you and I don't know. I got protective." The once stern and serious man let out a cheeky smile with a tint of pink covering his cheeks.

"And we haven't even introduced ourselves yet. I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady, huh?" He gave you a shine of his white teeth before you playfully slapped his bicep, blushing from his compliment. "I'm Steve Rogers. And you my friend, were the ticket to see my last color."

"Really? That's so cool! I wish I could say that." The moment you revealed that you haven't seen the main 6 colors of life, his eyes widen in shock before bombarding you with questions.

"Wait, you haven't seen all of them? Which ones are you missing out on? If it's more than one color then I'm going to make it my lives mission to get them for you." You giggled at his hopeless attempt at flirting that for some reason was working.

"Ironically, the color of my dress. Purple."

"Self-acceptance, huh? It took me a while too but I got there. And with you being my soul-mate and probably the prettiest girl in the world, I hope I can help change that." You smiled ear to ear before tilting your head and giving him the question he wanted to answer.

"And how exactly will you do that?"

"Well, you can always accompany me to a dance while I tell you everything I love about you so far, and then you can tell me things I don't know so I can name off more things I love about you." Before giving you a chance to answer, his hand gravitated towards yours before slowly pulling you to the dance floor.

"Always this smooth with the ladies, Rogers?"

"Only for the ones who show me red, Darlin'."

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Chapter Three: We'll Show Them- Luci

summary: things take a turn for the worst when Farrah suggests a night out, and Shea risks everything when Sasha gets into trouble

tw: drinking, mild harassment, slight homophobia (not as dark as it sounds)

The day had begun like all the ones that week, quietly and dull. Sasha sat behind her desk with her elbow rested on the wooden surface, chin held up in her palm. Her eyes stared blankly at her computer screen, the words of a forwarded email blurring across the page. She narrowed her eyes, trying to focus on each sentence, but her attempts brought no success. Sasha minimised the email, leaving the screen on her desktop background. She smiled nostalgically as she remembered when the photograph had been taken.

The picture was of every member of staff that worked on Good Morning Bitches during Sasha’s first week. She was stood with the other anchors, Alexis and Shea, her arms draped shyly over their shoulders. Shea held her arm around Sasha’s waist; whilst a reluctant Alexis let her arms hang at her sides. The receptionists and assistants were adjacent to them, the cheerful group engulfing each other in a hug. Farrah, Kimora and Aja often seemed closer than any friend group Sasha knew, which seemed especially odd for colleagues. Trinity and Eureka stood firmly at the centre of both groups, neither indulging in the cheerful photo. They both managed a small smile, however.

Although Sasha had always loved the photo, one part in particular always caught her eye. Sasha’s mouth was slightly agape and her head was slightly tilted towards Shea. Shea’s own head was thrown back in laughter, eyes sparkling in amusement. Of course Sasha remembered the significance of the photograph; it was the memory behind it. It was the first time Sasha made Shea laugh. It had cost her a stern word from Trinity, something along the lines of, ‘we’re using the picture for the website, even if you made my staff look like a bunch of monkeys’.

Sasha longed to make a joke that would make Shea look at her like that again. She knew, however, that Shea wouldn’t want to hear one of her jokes for a while. Shea had created distance between herself and Sasha, hurt from Sasha’s rejection the week before.

“Hey, idiot, when were you actually planning on starting work? You’ve been staring at nothing for like 10 minutes.” Alexis scolded, peering over Sasha’s shoulder. Her comment had snapped Sasha out of her daze, and she glanced up sheepishly.

“Why can’t you smile like that anymore?” Sasha pointed to where Alexis stood in the photo, “What happened to that tiny, barely-there smile that you used to have?” Her joke made Alexis roll her eyes.

“You’re unbelievably useless. Eureka said that Aja was supposed to ask you about finishing a report from last week?” Alexis prompted.

Sasha sighed dramatically, moving the mouse so it hovered over her recent emails. Sure enough, there was a reminder from Aja. Both she and Shea were meant to find a story to discuss for the following week, when they were given a longer time slot. Sasha figured she’d find something herself as opposed to forced conversation with Shea. Alexis, satisfied that she’d done her job, walked back to her own desk.

Sasha tapped mindlessly on the keyboard, which was stained with coffee, as she opened the long forgotten google tabs on her computer.

Shea approached, and Sasha couldn’t be happier for a distraction. Clutching her clipboard, however, Sasha assumed that it was a business talk, not a friendly one. She opened her mouth to greet Sasha but Farrah interrupted, standing in between the two women. Farrah sat on the edge of Alexis’s desk, much to the woman’s annoyance.

“Hey guys.” Farrah grinned as the group turned to face her, wondering what she wanted. Kimora and Aja followed closely behind, both looking equally as happy as Farrah. None of the three had the most exciting jobs and, if Sasha got bored at her job, she’d had to have to suffer through theirs. It was unusual for even these usually charming girls to be that happy at work.

“What are you so chipper about?” Shea asked with a laugh, but Farrah’s smile didn’t fade.

“We’re going out for, like, the first time in months. It’s not often that we all have the same night off.” Kimora answered, leaning on Shea’s desk.

“You three need to come with us tonight! There’s a great bar a couple of streets down from here, we were planning on going after work.” Farrah clapped excitedly, her mouth spread into a wide grin. Sasha’s eyes switched from Farrah to Shea, who was sitting behind them with a grimace. Alexis, who was the oldest of the group, seemed much less inclined to join them, but agreed to do so after some persuading from Aja.

“Yeah, I’ll come, it sounds fun.” Sasha decided, hoping that her own disbelief wouldn’t seep through her deceptive words. “Me too. See you around eight?” Shea asked, turning her attention onto Farrah, who nodded in agreement.

Farrah was called back to her desk by Eureka, who had already managed to herd Aja and Kimora back to the office.

“If you want, I can pick you up at 8 and we can go to the bar together? Saves you getting the bus.” Shea offered, her voice still lacking in its usual friendly tone. Sasha was just grateful for the conversation. She’d missed it and she felt deprived, even if it had only been a week.

“That’d be great, thanks Shea.” Sasha smiled, watching Shea return the smile and walk back to her desk.

Sasha waited for her desk clock to tick its way to 6pm, tapping her finger on the mouse in time to the ticks. Eventually, the hands formed the straight line that Sasha had been waiting for, and she practically leapt from her seat. She was looking forward to mending her relationship with Shea, even if it meant having to deal with drunken barely-adults. She couldn’t pretend that she was the mature one of the crew, but at least she didn’t chase men around the bar and dance with them on tables. But, she supposed, there was more than one reason for that.

The bus was waiting to pick her up just 20 minutes later, and Sasha revelled in the chance to sit and think without the ever-present interruptions from her co-workers. Her mind wandered to her wardrobe as she wondered with dread how many of her clothes were actually clean and stainless. Picking out clothes for work that weren’t covered in pen or paint was difficult enough, and she had a lot less clothes for going out. She just hoped she hadn’t ended up painting in one of her nicer dresses, though she wouldn’t have been surprised if she had.

The bus stopped right on her street, and she was thankful because she wasn’t sure how much walking in heels her feet could take without a break.

She chose a black bodycon dress that stopped at the middle of her thighs. She paired it with a colourful blazer, patches sewn all over it, and some black heels that made her almost as tall as Alexis. Her makeup from her day at work was bold enough for her to not be able to justify redoing it, so she opts to just darken the shade of red on her lips and add more eyeliner to sharpen her wings.

The ring of the doorbell made Sasha jump as she sat on the end of her bed, tying up the laces on her heels.

Of course, Sasha couldn’t see her own face when she opened the door to Shea, but in every scenario she could think up, she was staring like an idiot, mouth open and eyes wide. She wouldn’t be surprised if she’d actually been stood there drooling. Shea wore a tight red backless dress with a plunging neckline and black kitten heels. Her hair was curled and sat like a frame around her face. It was a well-known fact that Sasha loved art; anyone could look at her and see that. But if you had placed her in a room full of her favourite paintings, from The Birth of Venus to Café Terrace at Night, Sasha could almost guarantee that she’d still be looking at Shea.

“Hey, you clean up real nice.” Shea grinned as Sasha twirled on the spot once she regained her composure.

“So do you, you look amazing.” Sasha exclaimed, returning the smile. Shea gave a mockingly humble shrug.

“Come on, let’s go. The others will be waiting for us.” Shea pulled Sasha towards the door and waited for her to lock it on the other side. They walked down the apartment building’s stairs until they reached the car park, chatting the whole way. The tension from earlier that day seemed to have lessened drastically, but Sasha was still watching her words. She certainly didn’t want to upset Shea again. Especially not on the first night they’d spent time together outside of work. Just the thought of it made Sasha nervous.

Shea held the passenger door open for Sasha before walking around to the other side of the car. They drove with music blaring, which Sasha wasn’t used to considering her daily commute was a bus, where most people offered a glare to anyone who even dared to cough. Sasha was happy to sing along to the song on the radio, only pausing to laugh with disbelief when Shea rapped the rap verses perfectly.

“I have more talents than just bossing you around, you know.” Shea laughed, tapping the side of her nose to indicate secrecy.

They arrived later than anyone else, and a drunken Aja managed to tell them that everyone else had been at the bar for 20 minutes. Sasha braced herself for one of Alexis’s infamous lectures, but the woman was enjoying a drink and didn’t seem to care less about their late arrival. Sasha and Shea took a seat next to her on the corner sofa that their group had migrated to. The pair both sat on the side adjacent to the bar, legs pressed together as they fought for space amidst their drunk co-workers.

Farrah was known for being a lightweight, but Sasha wouldn’t have been surprised if the woman had broken a record this time. It took her just over half an hour to start dancing on the tables, much to the bartender’s disdain. She was yelling and laughing, pulling an equally as drunk Kimora to dance with her. The pair had their eyes on men sat by the bar, and it was very clear that the men were equally as interested.

Shea laughed from her seat on the sectional sofa. They’d found themselves watching the younger women in their drunken antics, making the occasional comment to each other, Shea delighting in Sasha’s jokes.

“I need a drink if I’m going to forget that,” Sasha laughed with a grimace as she pointed to Farrah dancing up on one of the men, “you want anything Shea?”

She politely shook her head and watched Sasha amble over to the bar. She leaned towards the barman so he could hear her over the loud music, shouting out her order. When she turned around again to walk back to the group, two drinks in hand, she didn’t miss the scowl on Shea’s face. She didn’t realise what was wrong until she heard a catcall from the men on the bar stools.

Sitting down in her seat, she sat further back so that Shea’s body shielded her from their gaze. She leaned over and handed the margarita to Alexis, taking her own gin and tonic, placing it on her bare thigh. The bottom of the glass left a ring on her skin when she picked it up to take a sip, the alcohol warming her throat.

Sasha hadn’t realised how much she’d had to drink until Shea had commented on it. Shea had been talking to her, something about Farrah’s dancing, while Sasha stared up at her, a lazy smile on her face and a glazed expression in her eyes.

“-I don’t know who taught her that move, but they shouldn’t have. Damn, you’re really drunk aren’t you?” Shea laughed fondly as Sasha tried to comprehend what she was saying.

“Hey, Velour, come dance with us!” Kimora shouted from across the room, linking arms with Aja. Farrah had since sat down, barely able to stand. She was still breathing heavily as she curled up in Sasha’s spot on the sofa, an empty glass on the floor beside her. Sasha glanced up at Shea who answered for her, “Go on then girl,” nudging her in the direction of Kimora, whose arms were outstretched to hug her.

Aja twirled Sasha around on the wooden floor that had been proclaimed the dance floor by the locals. Sasha was largely unaware of her surroundings, only of Kimora dancing on a man by the bar and Aja’s hands clasped in her own as they span around, humming in time to the music.

The bartender had since added some dull strobe lights as dancing grew more popular with the people drinking, and the music had gotten louder. Sasha was only alert when she stumbled or when the strobe lights caught her eye, flashes of colour blinding her temporarily.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna puke.” Aja groaned, clutching her stomach. Sasha watched in concern as she grabbed a hold of whoever was closest to the bathroom, who happened to be Kimora, and pulled her through the ‘ladies’ door for assistance.

Sasha was left standing on her own and she stopped dancing facing the direction of the bathroom in concern. Once convinced that Kimora had it covered, she turned to look for Shea. She frowned when she noticed that she wasn’t sitting on the sofa as she had been before.

Sasha focused on searching for a glimpse of red, but she couldn’t see Shea anywhere in the bar, which in itself wasn’t that big. Although busy, Sasha knew that if Shea was in the bar somewhere she’d be able to spot her.

Sasha’s missteps had led her to the small garden outside the bar. Usually, the garden was full of people smoking, but it was unusually quiet. Sasha imagined it was because everyone was dancing inside the bar, too drunk to think about their next smoke break. Sasha knew Shea didn’t smoke, but she thought she might find the woman in the garden, getting some fresh air. She gave a heavy sigh when she realised that she’d been wrong.

With a slight stumble, she gripped the wall for balance. The brick wall of the bar’s exterior was cool, and Sasha was grateful for it when she pressed her back against the wall. The wall made her sturdier and gave her the courage to take another step around the corner, hoping to see Shea waiting for her there. Someone was stood around the corner, but it wasn’t Shea. A man stood; one foot rested on the wall, the other firmly on the ground. He didn’t seem drunk at all, but Sasha’s senses were hardly at their peak, so she couldn’t be sure.

“Sorry.” Sasha spoke, her words merging together as they slurred. The man’s attention turned to her, and she could just about see his smirk in the darkness. He slowly brought his foot to the ground so they were both firmly planted on the ground.

“It’s alright love. No worries.” The man spoke coyly, his voice much stronger and steadier than Sasha’s. She nodded politely and attempted to back away. Walking backwards proved difficult and she stumbled, only evoking a huff of amusement from the stranger.

“You don’t have to run away or anythin’. What’s your name?” The man asked, turning his body so that he faced Sasha. He was standing close to her now, close enough that Sasha was conscious of her own breath, tainted by intoxication. She didn’t have the mental capacity at that moment to weigh up the pros and cons of giving away that information.

“It’s Sasha.” She mumbled, scanning her surroundings with tired eyes. There was no one around, and Sasha was sure as hell not able to run anywhere.

The man’s hand has found its way onto Sasha’s arm and was working its way upwards when he paused. His eyes narrowed as he watched her frightened expression.

“As in, that Sasha Velour woman?” The man asked; the lustful smile wiped from his face. Sasha braced herself and took a deep breath. The man’s eyebrow rose as if prompting her to acknowledge her question. She gave a slight nod, and the man’s body tensed.

“So you were just gonna let me chat you up and make a fool of myself? You lesbians think that’s funny?” The man growled, his grip on Sasha’s arm growing in strength. His fingers left red marks on her arm, his chewed nails still managing to dig their way into her skin. Sasha flinched, trying to pull herself free.

“Let go.” Sasha spoke, making her voice as firm as she could. It still cracked, both from nerves and her dry throat. She wondered if the man had even heard her, because he showed no signs of acknowledgement. Instead, he just leered over her, his grip as strong as ever.

He leaned in closer when Sasha mumbled protests, her pounding head causing her disorientation.

“Have you ever been kissed by a man? I mean, a real man. Maybe that would solve all your problems.” The man sneered, holding Sasha’s jaw with his free hand. She pulled away, holding the corner wall in hopes of someone seeing her. Surely enough, she heard distant footsteps become louder and quicker.

“Hey fucker.” The newcomer called, pulling Sasha away from the man so they could confront him. Sasha’s eyes darted to her saviour, seeing a familiar red dress and dark hair. It was Shea who now stood in front of Sasha, separating her from the man. Farrah stood behind Shea, wrapping an arm around a shaking Sasha.

“Are you trying to protect that? You should be protecting me.” The man shouted with outrage. Shea paused for a moment, her mind clearly running with scenarios. She bit her lip for a second before balling her fists.

Shea’s punch came suddenly, knocking the man back as her fist made contact with his face, just under his jaw. He cried out angrily, swinging his own fist at Shea. It missed her as he was still regaining balance.

“Come on sweet, let’s get you inside.” Farrah gently pulled Sasha into the bar after giving Shea a meaningful look. After assessing that the woman would be fine, Farrah held the door open for Sasha to walk through.

Sasha sat on one of the barstools, as it was the only spare seat in the now very busy bar. Aja, Kimora and Alexis watched Sasha with concern. Aja and Kimora were arguably as drunk as Sasha, however, so didn’t bother sobering up to check on her. Farrah re-joined the others when Sasha had insisted that she was fine.

The bottles of alcohol glittered with colours, changing from red to blue with the strobe lights. It made Sasha feel dizzy and she shook her head gently to fix her swimming vision. Her head protested the sudden movement, and she held it with a grimace. In her disorientation, she hadn’t seen Shea pull up a stool next to her. When she noticed the woman, Sasha grinned widely.

“There’s my knight in shining armour.” Sasha hummed.

“You okay bitch?” Shea asked, shaking her head fondly at Sasha’s absentminded smile. Sasha nodded distractedly, but judging by her frown, something else caught her attention.

“Why aren’t you drinking?” Sasha asked curiously, her words slurring together. It took Shea a few moments to comprehend what she was saying.

“I don’t really drink.” Shea explained simply. “Then why did you come here?” Sasha asked, watching Shea with a curious stare. She reminded Shea of a young puppy when it tries to understand a command for the first time.

“Honestly, I came because I wanted to see you. That’s it.” Shea confessed, hoping Sasha wouldn’t notice the flush appearing on her face. In her current state, Shea doubted it.

“Why’d you tell me that?” Sasha grinned. She drew out her words, each one bringing more notice to the liquor on her breath. Shea just shrugged, “because I know you won’t remember this in the morning.” Sasha nodded in agreement, a gesture that read, ‘fair enough’.

Sasha’s eyes were wide, her brain only just beginning to process the situation she’d been in before. She checked Shea’s face worriedly, gasping gently when she saw blood on Shea’s knuckles.

She shrugged, as if claiming that she was fine. Sasha’s lips were still drawn into a smile, but it seemed to be forced, as if it were frozen on her face. It looked out of place with the panic in her eyes and her tense muscles. That was typical Sasha; even in her drunken stupor, her intelligent mind was still running wildly. She tucked her legs under the bar stool, as if that made her feel safer, and swivelled to face Shea. The other woman tried to disguise the concern from her expression.

“I like you.” Sasha mumbled; her empty vodka shot pressed to her lips.

“I’ll get Alexis to drive you home.” Shea announced, placing a kiss on Sasha’s cheek. Sasha brought up her hand to where Shea had kissed her, her hand shaking slightly.

She watched Shea as she walked away, not sober enough to call out to her. Instead, she pouted on her stool until Alexis walked over, handbag slung over her shoulder, wrapping an arm around Sasha’s waist as she brought her to the powder blue fiat waiting outside.

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July Favorites: Lifestyle.

Moving on to everything I loved in the month of July! It’s rather “bag heavy,” ha. I did share a few things I’m loving this pregnancy over on the baby page a few weeks ago. Share your favorites below! xo

Okay, as for music… don’t laugh at me. I can’t help it if my music tastes range from being 17 years old to 68 years old. First up, we can’t stop listening to Bruno Mars Versace on the Floor. It’s not like it’s an appropriate song for Max but he must have heard it in the car and is OBSESSED with it. I’m dying to go to the Bruno Mars concert here on the 22nd but feel like unless I want to put my pregnant body in a crop top or bodycon dress, I will stick out like a sore thumb. Ha! Okay next, I wrote earlier this month that my mom and I went to the James Taylor concert and Bonnie Raitt opened for him. I didn’t know anything by her, but when her song “Nick of Time” came on, my mom was like OMG I USED TO LOVE THIS SONG OMG. I love that she loved that song back in the day because I think it’s so relevant to so many people I know at the moment. I’ve been listening to that too, like a baby boomer.

My crazy candle love this month still goes to the Copper Coconut from Bath and Body Works. Ugh! I hate that I love this candle so much but the scent is unreeeal. I wish I could find a coconut way or soy wax candle that had the exact same scent.

DeLallo GOLDEN(!!) Balsamic Glaze. Years ago I used to make my own balsamic glaze, but then DeLallo came out with an easy squeeze bottle and I’ve never looked back. We use it all the time, especially in the summer on tomatoes. I just about died last month when I was in the store and came upon the golden balsamic glaze. AH! I love golden balsamic vinegar more than traditional, so this has been in constant rotation over here. It’s amazing.

I’m steadily making it through my summer reading list and in July, I read And We’re Off and just loved it. Such a good story!

Costa Del Mar South Point 59 sunglasses. I completely copied off of my cousin who bought these in May. They were on my counter and I tried them on and fell in love. I prefer plastic frames over wire (I just think they are more comfortable), but this is sort of a mixture of both. Not only do I like the look of them, but they are polarized and so great for swimming, driving and full days out in the sun. My eyes are weirdly sensitive (why is this? They have always been this way!) and a lot of times I wear sunglasses even if it’s cloudy. Cannot even explain my love for these ones.

New Barn Barista Almond Milk. I’ve been a Califia farms almond milk fan for years (I adore the coconut almond milk!) but grabbed this on a whim at Whole Foods. WHOA. It is the only almond milk I actually LIKE in coffee. I mean, I can stand other almond milks, but I don’t enjoy them. To me, adding almond milk to your coffee is like adding water. It adds next to nothing. This is so much creamier than regular almond milk though. Super impressed.

Dolce Vita Studded Sandals in Gray. I love love love Dolce Vita shoes (I’m afraid to count how many times they have been in my favorites!) and got these on the first day of the nordstrom sale. They are one of the only things I could really wear “now” even though they are meant for fall, and I adore them. The color is perfect and I’m not a gray person. The studs are so cute and they are pretty comfortable too. Freaking love ’em!

KitchenAid Pro Line blender. In full discloser, KitchenAid did send me this blender a few months ago when my kitchen was being remodeled. Holy cow… I cannot say enough good things. You guys know it took me forever to buy a Vitamix, and then earlier this year, that broke. Eddie grabbed a Ninja (which we have had before) since he has a smoothie every morning because we needed something that day, and the blades dulled down within weeks. This KitchenAid blender is INSANE. 100% the absolute best blender I have ever used in my life (and I have no obligation to write about it!). It blends everything. The only thing is that it is HEAVY – heavier than my Vitamix, but it’s not like I’m ever carrying around the base. We are so crazy over this that I recommend it to everyone who asks.

Fawn Design diaper bag. So a few months ago I told you guys that I was thinking of getting the Honest diaper backpack and a ton of you commented and emailed to say I just HAD to get the Fawn one, that it was incredible. I’m at this stage where I hate to use anything but a backpack with Max – I like both hands free. And while I’ve never been one to really carry a diaper bag (since we have to drive everywhere, I just leave it in the car!), my go-to was the Rebecca Minkoff Julian backpack which I adore and wrote about in my favorites multiple times. The only problem was that it was a black hole inside, and it was sort of difficult to fit a diaper, some wipes, a snack and Max’s water without everything becoming a jumbled mess each time. So I got the Fawn Design one and oh my gosh, I LOVE IT. I’ve been using it since before we went on vacation in June and it has been perfect. The pockets on the outsides AND the insides are amazing. While I was on vacation, I saw that they restocked the mini bags, which was what I initially loved. I had bought the regular size backpack and while I love it, it’s bigger than I need right now. I knew the mini would be perfect, so I ordered one of those once they were back in stock and love that too! It’s the ideal size for one toddler. Once the new baby comes, I’ll be using the regular sized for a while – and with any long travel or days out, I use the bigger one too. Might do a big full post on it on my baby page.

While that’s been my go-bag for life, in late spring I bought a Las Bayadas bag and have been using it as our pool bag all season. It’s HUGE and amazing, not to mention neon! It fits so much – like five beach towels (I bring multiple extras for Max!), clothes, shoes, his puddle jumper – EVERYTHING. I also bought my cousin one of the blankets in the neon stripe for her birthday back in June too. I’m obsessed. Give me all the neon!

And on one more bag note (OMG, I know), I couldn’t resist and bought this hot fuschia crossbody Ted Baker bag at the nordstrom sale too. I really only use this when I don’t have Max with me and as I’ve said for years, I’m a crossbody-only girl when it comes to my purses that aren’t diaper bags. They just make everything so easy! It’s been a long time since I bought a crossbody bag that isn’t a Rebecca Minkoff MAC clutch. I love this shade so, so much and the bag fits the perfect amount.

This is certainly a random one, but last month I fell in love with stroopwafel caramel bites from Trader Joes. I have not been into sweets at all this pregnancy, and while these are still a little on the sweet side, they aren’t overly sweet. The best part of them? The TEXTURE! Oh my gosh. Like crunchy and creamy at the same time. I bought them on a whim and Max and I loved them. They are the perfect treat that you can have two of (like, actually only two!) and enjoy. How did I never try these before? Note: I just googled and saw that my friend Bridget actually did a taste test post on these!

[none of this is sponsored, just like to talk about things that I discover and love over the month. i purchased everything myself unless it was a gift from a family member or friend. tell me your faves! there may be a few affiliate links above. love love.]

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