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mooncello · 1 month

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Hey friends. Holy wow my big sad brain took me out this past week. I couldn't touch anything creative until the last couple days. (The warm sunshine is helping.) I'm on my fourth rewrite of chapter two for lost boys. (Fourth!) I think this is the version y'all are gonna see because I cannot keep doing this to myself. At some point, things just need to be good enough, yeah?

Eternal gratitude for @thewholelemon who has read every version, every axed sentence and dead end, and continues to offer sage wisdom, feedback and encouragement. Jenny, you're also reminding me to have fun, and, well, I honestly think I would have given up on this thing by now without you. Alllll the love, my friend. 🩵

For today, I'm sharing part of a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor. Enjoy this dead darling as it's headed to the compost pile. In the spirit and practice of having fun and not overthinking things, it is unedited.

It's also long so I've placed it under the cut.

A delighted laugh spills out of my mouth, and I hold out my arms in a raw embrace of the elements, tilting my face into the warm rain and feeling the water collect in the dips of my eye sockets. Eventually I blink open my eyes to find Simon racing between thick, tall flower stems with Pockets. Simon stops for a breath and looks over his shoulder at me, his smile bright and open and wide. It only takes a couple minutes before we are completely soaked through. “Tink didn’t tell me it would rain,” Simon says once he’s finished running around and joins me by an enormous tower of purple orchids. “I don’t mind it,” I reply. I don’t, really. Not when it feels like the most luxurious hot shower, surrounded by giant flowers. Not when Simon is standing in front of me, his soaked t-shirt clinging to his form like a second skin. (That’s happening more – me noticing things like that. Specifically about Simon.) (He’s a dream. It’s fine. I wish he were real, but it’s fine.) “Let’s go dry off,” Simon laughs. We part ways with the others and return to the flat rocks overlooking the sea. The rain ends at the meadow’s edge, so it’s nothing but big blue sky and gentle sunshine as we stretch out on the rocks. A slow, balmy wind sweeps over us from the ocean. It smells of salt and lime and driftwood. The sun-warmed sandstone bleeds its warmth into my back, and I release a contented sigh. “Fuck…” I draw the word out so long it turns into a groan. “The sun feels good.” Simon gives a lazy laugh and rolls onto his stomach, resting his head across his arms. Our bodies make a near-perfect 90 degree angle. “I feel like a cat,” I mumble. “I don’t want to move. Ever.” There’s no response. Simon is silent, which is unusual for him. I squint open an eye against the bright sunlight and glance over at him, only to find him staring at me. His curls fall over his forehead and his eyelashes are still clumped together, thick with meadow rain. My stomach swoops. I feel exposed under his gaze. “What?” The faintest pink sweeps down his neck, and his eyes flick away. “Nothing.” He sniffs. “I mean, do you ever – I dunno…Would you…” He trails off, and I’m too sun-drunk to fully pursue. “They’re called words, Simon,” I drawl. Simon scrunches his nose and tucks his chin over his arms, tilting his head at me. “What d’you wanna do after drying off?” That isn’t what he had wanted to say, but I’m loose-limbed from the sun and distracted by the way his forearms are folded over one another. I tear my eyes away from his arms and say with a deep sigh, “Told you. I’m never moving from this rock. I’m a cat. A lizard. I’ve entered my reptilian era.” Simon laughs again, and the sound finds every crack inside my body and fills it with a warmth that surpasses the sun.

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tangerinesteve · 2 years

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Y'all i just know eddie munson can DANCE. Like, he's a musician, he's got rhythm, that boy can move. And the day steve finds out about this, his brain fucking shuts down.

Maybe he ends up at a club with eddie, nancy, and robin. Because robin had come to eddie one day after she and nancy got together and she'd just been talking to him about how she wished she could be with nancy in a public place and not have to worry. And eddie, ever the sweetheart was like "well i know a place you could go. I can take you guys if you want?" So he takes them to an lgbt friendly bar he knows down town. And sometimes they go by themselves but mostly its the girls and eddie, he's their "creep buffer" on the dance floor. And even they had been like "holy shit" when they saw him dancing.

But one day Eddie's in the video store and he's checking out and just nonchalantly says "im picking you up at 8 tomorrow right?" And robins just like "yep! And nancy might already be at mine. If not we'll have to grab her too" and eddie of course just like "yeah no problem" and steve is just standing there like ".....um... hello???? What's happening?" So they invite him too.

And he's nervous when eddie picks him up, eddie opens his fucking door for him. Says something about the passenger door sticking, but it looked fine to steve.

And then steve sees him dancing with the girls and just, stops functioning. He's staring, he knows this, cannot get his eyes to move away from eddie. Steve's sitting at their table, not really a dancer, at least not in public. And eddie comes back to the table, to chug the rest of his beer. And Steve is STILL staring. And eddie just stands there, looking at him as he sets his glass down slowly.

"Why is everyone always so suprised i can dance?" Eddie says, prompted by nothing steve can figure out. Steve shrugs, his mouth is dry, if he tried to swallow right now he swears he'd just hear a sad clicking sound. Eddie shakes his head as Steve keeps staring.

"Just cuz it's not my kinda music doesn't mean i can't dance to it Harrington." Eddie jokes, steve doesn't react, well he blinks, twice, maybe three times. Eddie blinks back and then...

He leans down, palms flat on the table, getting into Steve's space (but not close enough goddamn it). And he's like "better watch it, starin like that. Might give a guy the wrong idea." And he winks, and he grins but its... shy. And then he's gone. Back out on the dance floor dancing literal circles around robin and nancy, making sure no one unsavory gets too close.

And maybe eddie gets them all anotber round of beers, and he's sitting next to steve as they all rest at the table. Then nancys favorite song comes on and robin drags her away again and eddie just looks at steve, holds his hand out subtly by his thigh and is like "you wanna?" And tilts his head toward the crowd of dancing people. And steve flushes down to his chest and shakes his head. Eddie nods, smiles, and goes after robin and nancy, steve doesn't miss the disappointment in his eyes when he looks back at steve over his shoulder.

And then a slow song comes on. One steve actually knows, and kind of likes. He watches Robin and Nancy move together, swaying to the soft music, sees eddie heading for the table again, not wanting to dance alone to a slow song. His head is hung, his shoulders drooping a bit and that decides it. Steve stands quickly and walks to eddie, determined.

He bumps into Eddie, sliding his hands down his arms gently and grabbing Eddie's hands. He tugs him back toward robin and nancy a bit and then moves Eddie's hands so they're around his neck. Eddie gasps when Steve holds his waist. Steve hasn't looked at him yet, he's trying to focus on moving normally while being so close to eddie. Eddie's fingers snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and steve sighs, relaxing a bit and letting eddie move them a bit more.

"Thought you didn't wanna dance." Eddie whispers, and steve looks up at him and is fucking floored by the look on Eddie's face. His eyes are wide, open, and he looks so goddamn fond that Steve's pretty sure his knees are gonna buckle. He presses his fingers into Eddie's waist gently, worring at his shirt.

"Changed my mind." Steve mumbles, his eyes dropping away from Eddie's face and then moving right back up to see that beautiful bright smile of his.

"Im glad." Eddie moves closer, one hand pushing up into Steve hair more, the other draped across his shoudlers as he holds Steve close, swaying side to side. Steve's brain isn't functioning, there are no thoughts at all in his head, the only sort of coherent thing he can think is Eddie's name. So he just wraps his arms tighter around Eddie's waist and lets him move them around the dance floor.

Steve goes with them to the club everytime after that. And if it takes him a few more weeks to gather the courage to actually dance with eddie when the music's fast, eddie isn't complaining, slow dancing with steve is always the highlight of his evening. Shit, the highlight of his fucking week. And if it takes steve another week after that, to finally ask eddie if he can kiss him one night when he's dropping eddie off at home, well, the soft look in Eddie's eyes when he nods and takes a step closer to steve, is definitely worth the wait.

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miyuhpapayuh · 11 months

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eight.

It had been a couple weeks since Zora and Leon had been a couple, and it was everything they'd hoped for.

Pure bliss.

Breaking the news to their respective circles and mamas might as well have been a marriage proposal, the way everybody was over the moon excited for the two.

Zora finds her way to Leon's job with his favorite food from her job, as well as something for herself.

Following the path to the main entrance, she stops at the check in desk, biting back a laugh at the way the girl looks up at her.

“Mmhm, and who are you here for, pretty girl?” She asks with a smirk on her face.

“Leon Grey.”

“Oh, you're the girlfriend he's been telling us about!”

Zora lets a laugh loose. “He's been talkin’ off heads about me??”

“Mmmhm! He's right, you are absolutely gorgeous!” She compliments, sliding the clipboard her way.

Zora blushes and thanks her, before signing her name on the line and sliding it back. The lady unlocks the steel door, both of them cringing at the loud buzzing sound it makes as it automatically opens up.

“You never get used to that ugly ass sound,” she comments. “Go down the hall and make a right, and you'll find the lounge.”

“Thank you!”

“Anytime.”

Following her directions, she finds him sitting at a table with a couple guys, who start staring at her immediately.

“Yo, who is that?” One of his coworkers asks, making him look behind him. An immediate smile graces his face.

“My girlfriend, Zora.”

“That's your girlfriend??”

“How you pull a thick’n like that, with your lanky ass?”

Leon sucks his teeth and turns back to them. “Where y'all girlfriends at, again?”

The table fell silent, making him nod. And just as he was about to lay into them a little more, a hand finds his shoulder, making him look up.

Zora smiles sweetly, placing the bag on the table. “Hey, baby. I got your favorites.”

“Hey, sweet stuff! Thank you. I wanna introduce you to some knuckleheads.”

“Yeah, caught em starin’ at me when I walked in. Might as well learn some names.” She smiles, making one of them choke on air as Leon chuckles.

“Zora, this is Craig, Darnell and Clyde. Y'all, this is my girlfriend, Zora.”

“We've heard so much about you, dear. It's a pleasure to finally put a name to a face.” Clyde smoothly speaks, reminding her of her uncle, Tommy.

“Yeah, sorry about the staring. Leon wasn't lying when he told us how gorgeous you were.” Darnell says, making her laugh.

“Hey, at least your mouth wasn't open.” Craig adds.

“It's all good, guys. It's nice to meet y'all.”

“Well, let's get out of their hair, y'all. We'll see you later, Leon.” Clyde says, wrangling the other two up from the table.

Zora sits down beside Leon, laughing as he quickly leans in for a kiss, before pulling the knot from the bag.

“How's your day been so far?” He asks.

“It's been good. I talked to my boss today, and she agreed that her son is outta control. Finally.”

“Really? That's great! Wait… he ain't try nothing else, did he?” He asks, before getting too excited.

“No,” she shakes her head, “I told her about the last run in, and she wasn't happy about it. Suspended him for a few weeks in an attempt to make him understand how serious workplace harassment is. She's only giving him one chance and I've got the paperwork already printed up if need be.”

“Is he a mama’s boy like I'm thinking he is?” He asks.

“He's a spoiled brat, yeah.” She nods, making him laugh.

“Well, good. I'm glad you get to have an uninterrupted work schedule for a while, maybe indefinitely. That's ideal, ain't it?”

“You have no idea. I really cannot stand that boy.” She sighs and adjusts her glasses, leaning on his shoulder as he eats.

“You sleepy?” He asks, glancing down at her low lids.

“Maybe a little. I didn't get much sleep last night..”

“How come?”

“Eh, your couch is more comfy than my bed, maybe.” She shrugs, glancing up at him.

Which was code for, “I wanna graduate to sleeping beside you in bed, but I don't wanna be too forward.”

And, of course he knew that's what she meant.

“How about I come over and tuck you in, tonight?” He suggests, feeding her a couple fries.

A small smile creeps its way onto her way before she can stop it. She nods, circling her arm around the one she's leaning on.

“Consider it done.”

“You need extra clothes, too?” She asks with a giggle.

“Hell, you already got my shirts at your crib. I think I'm set!” He responds with a laugh of his own.

“They're so comfy and they smell like you. I'm not sorry.”

“Mm. Maybe I'll just sleep naked, then.” He shrugs.

“Leon,” she smacks his chest with her free hand.

“Look at you, already copin’ a feel.” He continues to tease, laughing at her incredulous expression.

“Anyway, which one of those knuckleheads were you beefin’ with?”

“Craig.”

“I knew it!”

“How?”

“He looks like the type to get into with some– everybody. A hothead like you used to be.”

“You'd be right about that,” he nods. “He's a good kid, he just needs to relax. I just try and look out for him.”

“That's sweet of you.”

“I do what I can.” He smiles.

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“I'm so glad y'all are a couple, cause this glow of yours is out of this world!” Nique squeals, right along with Neoma and Lovita.

Meeting them at Neoma’s place, Zora was finally freely gushing about her new relationship.

“I'm glowing?”

“Like an angel baby!” Lovita says, pinching her cheek.

“I'm so happy, y'all,” she smiles. “It's been so great, getting to know a man who wants more than just sex. Who doesn't wanna control things, cause Leon knows he can't and he doesn't try. We meet in the middle. We actually talk about things! He's got me sharing stories that I haven't shared since they happened, ya know? And, why is he so fine?!” She smacks her thigh for emphasis on the last part, making them laugh.

“Oh, we've seen him! He's so pretty!” Neoma laughs. “We're shocked that y'all haven't jumped each other's bones, with all this kissing and laying up y'all be doing.”

Zora rubs the back of her neck, as it becomes super warm. She, too, was shocked that they haven't found themselves in such a predicament.

“Well, to be fair, I just got fully comfortable in his presence. I guess cuddling on the couch is phase one,” she snorts.

“What's phase two, then?”

“Well, he said he was coming over tonight to tuck me in,” she giggles, “he's so stupid.”

“His long ass in your queen bed is gonna be hilarious!” Lovita cackles, making the rest of them join in at the mental image.

“Take a picture or something, I beg!”

“Right, cause I gotta see it!”

“Y'all are stupid, too!” Zora points at them. “But, I got y'all.”

“Good. Now, don't forget about the barbecue we're throwing this Friday. If Leon's free, you should bring him!”

“Gotcha. What am I on the list for, this time?” She asks.

“Potato salad and some kind of dessert. Neoma said banana pudding, but I don't know about that.”

“What, you don't like it?”

“You know me and nanas got a love/hate relationship,” she shrugs. “But, if that's what you wanna make, I'll still eat some.”

“I'll see if I can find something else, sis. I don't want you to suffer through it.” She assures, to which Lovita blows out a dramatic sigh of relief.

“See? An angel!” She nudges Nique and Neoma, who both roll their eyes while Zora giggles.

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Heading out of her room and down the hall, she opens the door to find Leon with a bouquet of lilies in his hand.

“Hey, beautiful. These are for you.” He smiles, holding them out for her to grab.

“Aw, how pretty! Thank you.” She says, grabbing them from him and pulling him inside her place.

“Anything for you,” he says, kissing her cheek before she rushes into the kitchen to cut and place them inside the new vase she'd bought.

“How was the rest of your day?” She asks, as he makes his way over to her, leaning against her marble counter.

“It was good. I kept getting questions about you and me, cause people are nosy like that,” he chuckles. “I shared my food with the guys, and now they're planning on swinging by the restaurant for more.”

“Linda's dream is to feed hardworking men,” Zora laughs, plucking the flowers until they fall in place like she wants.

“Her dream’s about to come true, too. She won't be able to shake ‘em off, either.” He shakes his head, finally getting to wrap his arms around her waist as she comes to stand in front of him, gazing up.

“Ah, she'll be okay. I missed you,” she admits, welcoming the sweet kiss he placed on her lips.

“I missed you too, sweet stuff. I practically mad-dashed through the six o'clock traffic to get here.”

“Don't be speedin’ for me,” she half-jokes, stuffing her hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“I got here in one piece, mama.” He says, pressing another kiss to her lips, shutting her up.

Moving from the kitchen to her sofa, the pair cuddle up and start their usual movie marathon.

“Oh, before I forget. My sisters are having a barbecue this Friday and you're invited, if you can make it.” She says, playing with the strings on his jacket.

“What time does it start?”

“I wanna say three, but you know colored people and time.” She snorts, making him do the same.

“Boy, don't I. But, okay, it sounds fun. I do have to work, but I'm off at four. I'll head that way afterwards.”

“Great, I'll send you the address later.”

Two movies in, Zora felt her eyes get heavier and heavier and Leon's soothing circles on her back weren't helping her at all.

She fixed her slumped position in his lap and rubbed her dry eyes, hearing his faint chuckle from above her. She turns to look at him, a smirk plastered on his lips.

“You laughin’ at me?”

“Yeah, you fightin’ sleep. It's cute.”

“I didnt wanna be rude and fall asleep on you.”

“I'm not complaining. Plus, you're so tired. We can continue the movie later.”

“If I ain't know no better, I'd think you were trying to put me to sleep anyway.” She tiredly laughs, sitting up.

“That's what I came over for, girl. Come on.” He says, scooping her up in his arms before she can protest.

Carrying her down the hall to her room, he walks in and whistles at her décor. It makes her snicker.

“What is your problem?” She asks, once he plops her down on the queen size bed.

“It's like a love lair in here!” He chuckles, looking around at the many decanters that litter her dresser, as well as the heart-shaped sunset lamp. Not to mention the baby pink satin bedspread she was currently sitting on.

“A love lair,” she laughs again, patting the space beside her. “You're funny.”

“Yeah, you tryna trap me in here, huh?”

“Nah, you can leave if you want. Once you feel how soft these sheets are, you'll change your mind though.”

“See? Tactful.”

“Shut up!” She tosses a pillow at him, which he catches and tosses back on the bed before beginning to come out of his work shirt and his sweats.

Her incredulous expression makes him pause. “I'm not getting naked, for real. I've got shorts on!”

“Jesus,” she mutters, watching him come out of them anyway, catching sight of something else that makes her turn her head altogether.

Wow was all she was thinking.

He smirks, deciding not to mess with her or the rosiness on her cheeks. He’ll let her live it down, this time.

Since she was already dressed down in one of his shirts, that really did fit her like a dress, along with some shorts, she pulls the covers back and climbs in, patting the space beside her.

He climbs in beside her, pulling her on top of him, wrapping one of his long arms around her waist as he stretches out. His feet didn't hang off the bed like Neoma said they would, which still made her giggle.

“What's funny? I wanna giggle, too!” He says.

“Nothing, nothing.” She responds, hooking one of her legs across his lap and tucking her arm underneath his, smiling to herself as his scent surrounds her.

“Come on, what is it?” He asks, as her hushed giggles vibrate against his chest.

“Okay, okay. I wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be in my bed, cause you're so tall. I thought you'd kinda be hangin’ out of it a bit.”

He hums a laugh, hugging her closer to his frame.

“That's a funny visual, I'll admit. But jokes on you, I'm very comfy on these pink silk sheets.” He declares, making her giggle all over again.

“I told you!”

“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, giggles.”

“Kay,” she responds, pulling the cover back over them.

“Goodnight, angel face.” He leans down to kiss the crown of her head.

“Goodnight, pretty man.”

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Friday rolls around, and all four Hunts’ are standing in the expansive kitchen of Neoma’s house, pulling lids and foil back from the dishes that were prepared for the day.

Zora decided to make cheesecake stuffed strawberries, which was easy enough and put a smile on Lovita’s face, making her happy.

“They look so good, sis!”

“I know, I can't wait to eat ‘em! I made three pans ‘cause I know how your friends like to snag food and leave nothing for anybody else!”

“Hey now, you leave my greedy friends alone! They reimbursed you for that pan of chicken.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waves her off, while their mother laughs at the sight.

“A mess is what y'all are.”

“Says the creator of such!” Neoma quips, moving away as Pamela swats at her.

“Zora, is Leon gonna join us for the festivities today?”

“Yeah, he's still at work, so he'll be here later on. Said, he's bringing sodas.”

“Good, we can always use mixers for the liquor!”

“What if he brings like a coke or something?”

“Coke and rum, dummy. Duh!”

“Dummy? Vita, don't make me hurt you in my kitchen.”

“I'm walking away so I won't be privy to the violence.” Zora says, pulling their mother away and shielding her eyes, making Neoma and Lovita laugh.

Soon, the house and the backyard are full of people, both friends and family, indulging in the good food, music and conversations flowing.

Zora had been pulled in every direction, filling the nosies in on her new man, since their mama likes to spread their business like she's the local newspaper.

“He's a sweet man, and he's fine”, is all she really said, keeping the specifics to herself cause it wasn't anybody's business.

“I'm glad you're not still with that loser. What was his name?” One Neoma’s friends, Sarah, asks, making her stomach sour a little.

“Loser.” She responds, as they both fall into a fit of laughter and high-five each other.

“I know that's right! I can't wait to meet the man that swept your fiery ass up!”

“Aw, come on! I'm not that bad!”

“Nah, you don't take no mess, though! Never have.”

“Hey, nobody should!”

“Right, again!”

The sun was high in the sky, warming the partygoers up. And soon, the liquor came out to warm them up the rest of the way.

“Who's green jeep is that, parked down there?” Zora heard someone say, making her whip her head around to look down the car-littered street, watching Leon step out of the driver's side.

Smiling, she excuses herself and heads his way, damn near jumping in his arms as if she didn't just see him.

“Aw, you missed me?” He asks, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her around a bit, making her erupt in those giggles he loves to hear.

“I did! I might've been counting down the minutes til you got here.” She says, tucking her bottom lip in.

“Damn, he towers over girly!” Sarah says, observing them from the porch.

“A tree to climb.” Neoma notes, pulling her drink back up to her lips.

“I missed you too, baby. As soon as it hit four, I dashed outta there.” He chuckles, moving to get the sodas from his passenger seat, following behind her as she leads them back towards the house.

“Ew, stop staring like yall ain't never seen a man before!” She snapped, and only some turned away as the rest continued to openly gawk.

“Hey y'all,” Leon waves to her mama and sisters, hugs going around.

“It's nice to see you again! I'll take these!” Lovita takes the bags from him, rushing into the house.

“Oh lord, she's about to live her bartender dreams up in my kitchen.” Neoma rolls her eyes, following behind her.

“Those two,” Pamela laughs, turning to Leon. “Are you hungry, son?”

“Starving. I smelled the food when I turned on the street!” He jokes, making them laugh.

“Follow me, sweetheart.” She says, leading them both onto the porch and into the house.

Zora introduces him to everybody, as they make their way through the kitchen, piling their plates high with delicious food, and finding a shady corner in the backyard.

Zora watches Leon eat like it's her favorite show, while she sips on her second rum cocktail.

“Y'all's friends are hilarious, by the way.” He says, wiping his mouth with the napkin she handed him.

“They're the worst, I know. Nique should be on her way soon. I know that's your favorite.”

“She's too funny!”

As if she'd been summoned, Nique rushed over to the couple, kissing both of their cheeks.

“Hey y'all! Look at y'all all cozy in this corner!” She coos, making Leon laugh and Zora playfully roll her eyes.

“What took you so long to get here?”

“Chile, Ron big stupid ass messed up the paperwork I sent to him. So I had to save the day like always,” she rolls her eyes. “I need a drink.”

“Lovita’s playing bartender in there, better go get you sumn!”

“Oooh, see y'all later!” She squeals, rushing up the back steps.

“I think she made mine a lil heavy handed.” Leon snorts, drinking it anyway.

“Yeah, she gets carried away from time to time.” She says, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

“Did you eat already?” He asks, referring to her half empty plate.

“Yeah, this is actually my second plate.” She responds, digging back in.

“You look beautiful, by the way. I like that dress.” He compliments, making her blush.

“Thank you. It's about the color of that pretty jeep of yours.”

“Ain't that a coincidence,” he teases.

As the evening melted into night, the stars were high in the sky, as well as in the couple’s low lids.

Sharing a few dances to the old school jams that continued to play, as well as a few more drinks, Zora was past tipsy and feeling ways she hadn't in a while.

Her left foot kept absentmindedly finding its way up his leg, making him clear his throat and look over at her, catching her wanton gaze.

“If I didn't know any better,” he looks around them, before leaning in to where only she can hear him, “I'd say you were a little hot and bothered.”

“What are you talking about?” She squints, trying and failing at being coy.

“Zora’s had a couple drinks, and now her foot is creeping up my leg. That's what I'm talking about.” He smirks.

“I can scratch the itch you got, if you want me to.”

She huffs in response, but she never drops her gaze from his face.

Inhermission

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fanficonly · 1 year

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Wenclair -One Shot

"Anything for you Cara Mia"

Couldn't get this idea out of my head. Wednesday is clearly whipped for Enid and I thought this would be incredibly fun to write about if they were together as a couple.

I was right. Hope y'all enjoy 😋

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"Wens stop strangling Ajax" Enid didn't even look up from her phone and Wednesday scowled but released her grip from the terrified boy.

Everyone at the lunch table stared at Enid in shock and then watched as Wednesday returned to her seat and allowed Enid to place a light kiss on her cheek

"Good girl" she whispered in Wednesdays ear who then had to suppress the smile that threatened her features. No one heard this of course but they were all baffled to, for the first time ever, see their dark spirited friend actually listen to someone and do as she was told.

The first to pipe up of course was Bianca " Wow Wednesday Addams whipped never thought I'd see the day" she joked and the slight chuckle that muttered across the table was immediately shot down by a death glare admitted by Wednesday.

"If you wish to remain alive I suggest you introduce silence into your daily routine" Wednesday remarked coldly. Bianca just raised her eyebrows and returned to eating her food and occasional chatter with everyone at the table.

Eventually Enid stood up and grabbed Wednesday's hand who happily followed suit.

"Hey where are you guys going?" Xavier asked before they were able to leave

"None of your business Beanpole" Wednesday spat unnecessarily mean in true Wednesday fashion.

Enid again leaned over and whispered in Wednesdays ear. She rolled her eyes and spoke again "Apologies. But I am still declining to answer your question". And with this statement she roughly grabbed Enid's hand and led them out of the cafeteria as the blonde girl smiled happily skipping along behind her keeping hold of her hand.

"What the fuck just happened" Yoko scanned everyone at the table who all hummed questioningly, all feeling the same way.

.....

It had been approximately 1 month since Wednesday and Enid had gotten together romantically and the soft spot she had for the werewolf girl had only grown. She was definitely whipped and it was becoming increasingly clear to all of their classmates that Wednesday would do absolutely anything that Enid asked of her. Anything.

Enid became more daring with her requests and 2 weeks in she had learned certain phrases and words that would send her girlfriend into a passionate frenzy.

Good Girl.

Me Amore.

My love.

It sent Wednesday over the edge when Enid would brush her lips against the pale girl's ear and whisper these to her.

And just in general rewarding Wednesdays good behaviour with light affection which she had recently learned she found incredibly satisfying when it came from Enid and Enid only.

They had made their way to their dorm room both fully aware that they intended to skip the rest of their classes.

Enid closed the door and beamed at Wednesday, who turned to face her.

"You know I can't say No to you Enid you are using your powers for evil" she stated disapprovingly.

"I have no idea what your talking about baby" she pouted her lips and innocently tilted her head to the side. Wednesday had to push away her need to satisfy her girlfriend to replace them with stern words.

"Don't act all innocent" Wednesday stepped toward the blonde who had placed her hands behind her back and was rocking from side to side with pride

"Oh come on Wednesday I love how 'whipped' you are" she said quoting Bianca.

"Cara Mia I Love you but you know you'll only confuse their small minds" she spoke bluntly, recalling the confused faces of her peers when she did as Enid had instructed during lunch.

"Wednesday there's no need to be so mean" Enid scolded once again.

"They can't hear me" she defended "You cannot take away my free speech" and Enid just giggled at her wrapping her arms around Wednesdays neck.

"Hmmm fair enough" she pecked Wednesday on the lips playfully, who begrudgingly admitted to enjoying the affection and instinctively placed her hands firmly on Enid's hips.

"You also know you can't say what you said to me earlier in public" Wednesday reminded her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" she lied, winking at her beloved.

"Yes you do." She raised an eyebrow "It ignites a fire within me Enid I told you only in private" she lectured.

"ohhhh that" she smirked "Yeah you should have never reacted to that one it gives me way too much power over you" she giggled sweetly remembering back to when she had first said it as a joke but noticed it had elicited a very noticable response from Wednesday.

Enid then attempted to kiss her girlfriend with more passion but Wednesday moved away and smirked

"Wens" she whined at the absence of the shorter girl's lips.

"No darling I will not reward this behaviour" she smirked again jolting her eyebrows in victory

"Hey do not try and turn this around in me!" Enid placed her hands on Wednesday shoulder and pushed back lightly to look her in the eyes.

"watch me" Wednesday challenged.

"Kiss me" Enid demanded playfully.

"No" she refused, getting gratification from taking back some of that power.

"Me amore pleeeeeaase" Enid gave her best puppy dog eyes that she knew her girlfriend could not resist

Wednesday bit her lip trying to force the Addams Family blood that ignited within her to cool down, after hearing Enid speak in this way.

"This is torture" Wednesday almost pursed her lips.

"That's why you love it" she smirked deviantly, only causing Wednesday to be at the mercy of the girl even more.

"Now kiss me" she instructedm

Wednesday unable to control herself just smiled slightly and replied "Anything for you Cara Mia" pushing Enid lightly against the door by her hips and capturing the girl's lips with her own.

Enid just smiled between kisses enjoying Wednesday's love for her " Anything?" She cheekily asked against her lips.

Wednesday just pulled back an inch and caressed Enid's face lightly

"Anything Cara Mia" she repeated before passionately kissing her once again.

She was so whipped.

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday x enid #wenclair fanfic #wenclair one shot

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iskdndjxos · 9 months

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I was writing this on Wattpad but I think this is the home for it if I’m going to continue.

Next x first girl grader series… I have so lovingly titled “Subject: A5-2”

Chapter 1

I woke up gasping for air. Adrenaline pumped rapidly through my bloodstream. My eyes darted around desperate to asses danger but they only stared into a void of black. Where am I? My head pounded but it didn't drown out the sound of metal screeching. My hands felt around frantically. A cage? The palm of my hand caught on what I think was a bolt. I yelped out in pain and held my hand close to my chest. What was happening? My breath became shallow as more questions set in. Who am I? The sounds of screeching metal sent my overwhelmed brain over the edge. What's my name? Why can't I remember anything? Was I in some kind of accident? "Help!" I screamed. My voice was hoarse already. "Somebody help me!"

Whatever I was in was moving up at a pace as rapid as my thoughts.

Giving in to the panic I started to sob and went to burry my face in my hands. Opening my palm caused another ripple of pain. I realized what I assume to be blood soaked my hand. "Damnit"

I rotated screaming and sobbing for what felt like hours. Till finally, the cage stopped moving. My body jerked with it. I stood quickly and felt along the fence like walls. If this was an elevator, there would surely be a door. I walked the whole perimeter and found nothing. Just then a loud clank scared me back to a corner. Suddenly a white stripe appeared above my head. Then the roof of the box pulled open quickly. The brilliance of the sun was like daggers in my eyes. This and sheer terror, made me curl up tighter into my corner.

Words cannot explain the speed at which my mind ran. Evaluating every sound I heard. Voices. People. If I have to fight they have the upper ground. I'm at their mercy. Two faces silhouetted by the sun grew close to me.

" It's.... a girl."an accented voice said.

A brief silence left me in anticipation. Then came whistling. Cat calls. What? I was too focused on the voice I had heard though. Something about it itched my brain. I've heard it before. My confusion grew with my fear. As my eyes finally adjusted a few of my questions were answered.

A mob of teenage boys stood above me. I scanned everyone of them. The two faces that had jumped into the cage with me came into focus. One had strange eyebrows and looked at me like a meal. The other had sharp features, yet a soft composure. Something in his honey eyes made me curious. I snapped out of it as more calls came about. Some calling dibs others exclaimed what they would like to do with me. My breath hitched in my throat and I analyzed how I would escape.

"Would you all bloody slim it!"

The crowd went silent.

The blonde boys demeanor went soft as he looked at me again.

"Gally.... go get Alby"

The boy who I guess was Gally climbed out of the box and ran off. "It's alright darling I won't hurt you."

His voice comforted me but I couldn't let my guard down.

"Could you tell me anything about yourself?"

I stayed silent.

"....your name?"

I looked away from him.

"It's alright, it'll come back to you soon."

I looked back at him as tears welled in my eyes. I felt so exposed.

Just then from a distance a brooding deep voice sounded.

"Y'all better not be shucking with me! Why the klunk would they send up a girl?"

I locked eyes with a muscular dark skinned boy as he approached. His face however quickly went pale.

"Get back to work! All of you, now!"

Several grunts were heard but the crowd cleared.

About six boys were left staring at me.

"Let's get you out of here huh?" The blonde boy said extending a hand. I didn't take it.

"Right, sorry, I'm Newt."

Common sense screamed not to trust him, but something in me overrode it. I grabbed his hand with my good one and climbed out of the box. My jaw fell to the floor when I saw that I was surrounded by giant stone walls.

"What the fuck?" Was the first sentence I spoke in my new home.

The dark skinned boy walked closer to me as did the other boy's.

"Name's Alby, I'm in charge around here."

I couldn't focus on what he was saying. My eyes scanned the walls and found an entrance. In my case, an exit.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?" He tapped my shoulder to get my attention. My adrenaline kicked in and I knew I had to run.

I sprinted as fast as I could towards the opening in the walls. Unfortunately, a certain 6 foot something boy was a lot faster. About halfway there I was tackled to the ground. Staring down at me was Gally. A sick look of anger was plastered on his face.

"Nice try Greenie."

I squirmed under him till I resorted to kneeing him in the groin. He stumbled over in pain letting me escape. At this point two other boys were on my heels. They all screamed at me to stop. Just as I reached the doors, I collided head on with someone. I fell to the ground and he stayed standing.

"Grab her!" Someone yelled to him. He did just that hugging me to his chest. I was trapped now, that didn't stop my from struggling though.

"Damn greenie relax!" The boy holding me stated. The rest of the boys caught up with Newt still a bit behind.

"Let me go!" I yelled still struggling.

"Throw her in the pit!" Alby shouted.

Suddenly the boy holding me threw me over his shoulder. I continued to scream and scratch at his back. In a faint voice I heard Newt criticizing Alby for his choice. With all my hope lost I finally relaxed.

"Sorry about this Greenie, I'm minho by the way." He turned his beard to talk to me while walking me to whatever "the pit" was.

"Fuck off."

"Sheesh, ok I get it"

"Your really sweaty."

"Really? I hadn't noticed" his sarcasm hurt more than his tight grip.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the pit."

I rolled my eyes so far into my head I could've seen my brain. No one wants to answer my questions.

"What's the-"I screamed as I was tossed to the ground. I looked up to see a makeshift bamboo door and Minho looking down at me.

"Ohh sorry about that greenie, you alright?"

"Terrific" I said pushing myself off the ground.

As he closed the door Newt came up behind him.

"Alby wants you for a gathering right away"

"God can't I get two seconds to relax." Minho responded.

"Not today mate." Newt said slapping him on the back.

He leaned over and locked eyes with me, an apologetic look crossed his face. Then they left me alone in the pit.

#newt x reader #the maze runner #minho x reader #thomas x reader #maze runner #imagine #fluff

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 1 year

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Tada! Another Vast!Jon AU snippet.

I know where this is going now. Oh, boy, y'all are in for a ride.

Martin/Jon Childhood Friends

YouTube Baker Martin!

Famous Photographer Jon!

A plane crash! Angst! Drama!

Stoker brothers!

Archivist Sasha!

Currently: Jon understands he's been marked by the Vast.

He also has learned he's marked by the Eye, and has no idea what that means. Simon Fairchild got him an appointment with an old friend to explain.

(shudder)

Also, Martin is being... shall we say, stalked by a certain Sea Captain who sees some horrifying potential in Martin's delightful little baking show.

Wicked cackle, etc.

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Jon peers at the building.

It’s grand and glorious; white stone and red brick, elegant, with just a single, understated sign saying, THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE: EST. 1818 by the entrance.

Something about it, though.

This building would go into the private collection.

The weird collection.

The photos he dares not release because they would destroy his reputation.

The photos he cannot explain because he does not believe in the supernatural, but the images he’s captured don’t care.

Or… well. He rather does believe, now.

He’d thought there was a scientific explanation for his weird photos. There had to be, right? It was atmospheric strangeness, or… or some kind of strange electrical interference.

It’s not, though, is it?

Though for all those photos to be real…

He breathes away the rising nervousness and raises his camera. Focuses. Snaps half a dozen shots.

“It is a lovely building, isn’t it?” comes from behind him, and he jumps.

There’s a man.

And Jon has to take a moment and close his eyes and let his brain reset because this man's head is one huge eyeball, jerking around, looking at absolutely everything in the world.

Jon takes a slow breath and opens his eyes.

The man looks normal now, to Jon’s relief - a decade or two older, well-coiffed and expensively suited - and does not have a huge, unlidded eye for a head.

“Elias Bouchard?” Jon says.

“Yes. You must be Mister Sims,” says the not-a-man with a thousand-watt smile, and offers his hand.

Jon shakes it. “Thanks for meeting with me.”

“Well, you are in an interesting predicament, aren’t you? Come on in. Ah - fair warning: one of my employees is quite eager to meet you today, should you feel up to it. It seems she’s acquired one of your earlier photos - the spider leg illusion?”

Jon startles. “I thought that burned.”

“Apparently not.” His gaze is unnervingly penetrating. “Call me Elias, would you? We belong to a very special club, and have no need to be formal.”

“Jon, then,” says Jon, because he kind of has to, even though he wanted the comfortable distance of formality.

“This way.” Elias takes the lead.

And even from behind him, Jon can feel he’s being stared at.

Watched.

Studied.

Jon chews his tongue nervously as they enter in. The building feels just like Elias does, and everywhere Jon looks - just out of frame, in the periphery - he catches glimpses of something he swears might be more eyes.

If he looks directly, they’re gone.

He’s pretty sure they’re not gone.

It feels horrible.

It feels wonderful.

It feels like he can stop pretending to be anything he isn’t.

It feels like he needs to go hide in a closet. “It’s, uh,” he manages. “This is, uh.”

“A little much? I know. It can be overwhelming at first - but I assure you, you are safe here,” says Elias. “I’m familiar with your body of work. I’m very impressed, Jon.”

He says that like being impressed isn’t a thing that happens often.

Jon’s heard compliments enough that they don’t make him feel any particular way. He’s too busy being annoyed that he can’t see all the eyes head-on. “Thank you, I suppose.”

Elias nods to a secretary (who pretends not to be staring at Jon's bandages and fails spectacularly), then gestures Jon into his office.

The door closing behind him is frightening and final, and makes him want to turn around and run right back out.

But he doesn't.

He needs answers. He needs to know what this is about, what the Beholding is, what he should do.

Oh, but now, now that they’re not on a public street, now that they’re not anywhere ordinary humans can see, Elias stops pretending to be one.

He circles Jon, too close, unblinking.

Jon stands completely still, like a camouflaging rabbit.

“Amazing,” Elias whispers. “I’d already guessed you were marked by the Eye; your photography is very powerful, Jon. And now, you’ve been marked by the Vast - which, I dare say, is rare enough - but Simon didn’t tell me you had three marks.”

“Three?” Jon says. “What? There’s another one?”

“Yes. Very old.”

“Oh, come on, now,” says Jon, irritation cresting right over his hard-won and practiced politeness. “Simon told me less than ten percent of the population ends up with one mark, and you’re telling me I have three?”

“Three.” Elias stops in front of him, holding his gaze. “I know what I see.”

Jon’s protests die on his lips.

He stares.

Those eyes.

Those gray eyes.

They -

“What do you see, Jon?” whispers Elias.

“I… please let me photograph you,” Jon whispers back.

Elias smiles. “Of course. We’ll continue talking when you’re done.”

Jon still hasn’t blinked as he raises his camera.

He doesn’t until it’s over.

Martin jogs up the steps and takes a second to flap his shirt away from his body, hoping to dry the sweat before it stains.

This was not ideal. He hates running.

He could haul rocks up mountains or walk a million miles, but running? Pleh. For the birds.

“Though they fly, I guess,” he mutters to himself, coat over one arm, and brings up his camera app to ensure nothing is out of place .

He’d gotten a text while jogging and hadn’t noticed.

How does it feel to be so alone?

The number is hidden.

Martin stares at it, his heart caught in an uncomfortable tension.

He -

He shouldn’t. Doesn’t.

He -

“What?” he whispers.

“Hey!” says Sasha, coming up behind him on the stairs. “Martin! Good to see you!” She gives him a quick side-hug. “Come on in. Just got back from lunch.”

Martin compartmentalizes the text with a will and focuses on the here and now. “So you didn’t see Jon?”

“He’s here?” She looks ready to levitate right off the stairs.

“Should be. I was supposed to meet him before he went in, but…”

“Come on, have some tea, freshen up. Elias is harmless. I’m sure Jon’ll be fine.” She makes a happy little sound and skips twice, clapping her hands. “I get to meet Jonathan Sims!”

Elias knows about fear gods. Martin doubts he’s harmless. But Sasha’s joy is catching. “Heh. He’s grumpy, but I’m sure he’ll like you.”

She absolutely beams at him. “Rosie,” she says. “Please don’t let Mister Sims leave without seeing me first?”

“Sure thing, Ms. James,” Rosie says. “Oh - you need a visitor’s pass?”

“Probably. One second.” Sasha leaves Martin there and goes to Rosie’s desk to fill out a form.

The office beyond her is closed.

That has to be where Jon is.

Martin can’t hear anything.

He heroically resists the urge to press up against the door and listen in.

Funny, though: no voices come through, but he is certain he hears the click of Jon’s camera.

“There you go.” Sasha hands him a badge not dissimilar to the press pass she’d lent him days ago.

“Oh, I still have the other one,” he says, patting himself down. “Sorry, I left it at home.”

“No worries. You can bring it by whenever. Want to see my Archive?” She smiles like a proud parent.

Martin glances at the door.

“Don’t worry. He won’t leave without us. Come on, let me show you. Come on! You wouldn’t believe the mess it was in when I got the job.”

Another click from that office.

Martin can’t be hearing it. It wouldn’t carry that far.Shook up by that stupid text, he thinks, and wonders if he needs to change his number.

“Would you believe she even had statements put in folders with the wrong years?” Sasha is saying, threading her way through a maze of boxes and stacks of paper with the ease of familiarity. “We’re getting it organized, but I really need more help.”

“How much does it pay?” Martin says as a joke.

She tells him.

He trips over a box. “What, for real?”

“Mm-hmm. Benefits, too.”

Martin looks around. “And it’s just… organizing files?”

“That’s what I need help with.”

Could for sure tell Antoine to fuck himself tonight, and wouldn’t even need to click a spooky link to do it. “Do you hire me, or…”

She laughs. “You’re serious?”

“I really am.”

“Well… let’s go back up. See if we can get you an interview, yeah?”

“Hell, yeah. You should get Tim to join us. Danny, too. We could all quit our jobs and be spooky ghost researchers together.”

She laughs. “I don’t know if they’ll let me hire too many folks without qualifications, but… you shouldn’t need any for this? I mean, it’s basically filing.”

Oh. Right. Qualifications.

“I didn’t go to college,” Martin says, heart sinking, wondering what the hell he’d been thinking.

“I don’t care. You’d be looking at files and putting them in little folders with dates. If they say you need a degree for that, I might just quit over it.”

He thinks she’s joking.

Martin is calculating the amount of money needed to keep a building like this up and running, utilities and all, and is fairly sure qualifications will matter very much.

The office door is opening just as they get back upstairs.

Jon looks bombed.

Pale. Dazed. Staring at the floor with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Jon?” says Martin.

And it’s like the sun dawns. “You came,” says Jon, abandoning his haze like stepping out of a cave.

Behind Jon is a man who spooks Martin right to his core.

It’s the look, he thinks. Very cat-that-got-the-cream. “You ready to go?” Martin says, too cheerfully.

Sasha gives him a funny look. “I thought you - ”

“I really appreciate the tour. Definitely quite the place you’ve got here,” Martin interrupts because he is not working here under some fear-priest who looks like that.

Sasha’s not stupid. She’s confused, but she immediately changes course. “Sure! But before you go… Mister Sims?”

Jon looks at her as if he hadn’t even realized she was there. “Oh. Hi?”

She minds the bandages and doesn’t try to grab him or shake his hand or anything. “I am so pleased to meet you. My name’s Sasha James. I’m the head archivist here. Could I borrow you for a moment of your time? We have one of your old photos here, and I would dearly love to talk to you about it.”

Jon really does not want to give a moment of his time, but he’s learned to be professionally polite. “I can do that. I don’t know if I have any answers for you, though.”

“Ah - Ms. James, we don’t really allow guests down in the archive,” says Elias Bouchard, almost gently. “It’s not public facing.”

“He’s obviously going to make a statement,” says Sasha, chin raised.

Bouchard smiles. “Well-played. All right, Jon. You can go down.”

They’re already on first-name basis? Martin thinks.

“What about Martin?” says Sasha.

“One violation of the rules is enough for today, don’t you think? Not to worry - I’ll get him some tea. He’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

Oh, none of this was cool. “Uh,” says Martin.

“Sorry,” Sasha says, and means it.

“No, it’s all right. It’s fine.”

Jon touches his arm. Looking the question.

“It’s okay,” says Martin, because logically, Jon needs this connection, and Martin doesn’t want to fuck it up for him. “Go for it. I mean, maybe don’t take too long?”

“I don’t have the energy for ‘long,’” says Jon. “You could go? Meet me at a cafe, or something?”

“You don’t have a lot of energy and you want me to just leave you here,” Martin says, dry.

Jon laughs a little, embarrassed. “All right, all right. I’ll be back quickly.”

Sasha looks like Christmas came early. “This way. Oh, would you prefer the elevator or the stairs?”

“Elevator, please. Stairs are still a little tricky,” says Jon.

Martin watches them leave and wonders if he’s made a mistake.

He looks over.

Bouchard is the epitome of banal, non-threatening smiles. “Tea?”

“Sure.” What’s he going to do? Say no and start throwing punches?

Over what?

Jealousy, maybe?

Jealousy. That’s what it is.

Martin can identify it, but he’s not sure why it’s there, and it bugs him. He just feels weirdly… paranoid in this place.

“Do you have a preference?” says Bouchard, leading him the opposite direction of Jon and Sasha.

“Anything but Oolong.”

Bouchard laughs politely. “Good news: I’m fairly sure it’s Jasmine.”

“That’ll be fine. Thank you.”

He doesn’t look like a fear-priest.

“Jon must have impressed you,” Martin says. “I mean, I doubt the head of the Institute is usually out here making tea for randos.”

Bouchard is still smiling as he turns around, offering a little wax-coated cup. “A keen observation. Yes. He did.”

And, Martin thinks but does not say, Bouchard wants to make a good impression on him, so it’s Nice-to-Martin hours. “Thanks.”

“This must be very difficult for you,” says Bouchard, leaning back against the table and crossing his arms. “Witnessing such a dramatic change in someone you know so well can be rather… frightening.”

Martin blinks. Jon told him?

But Jon said not to tell anyone. He said Martin would be in danger.

Well, apparently, he’d trusted Bouchard at once.

What else had he told him?

The jealous feeling increases. “It’s… definitely frightening.”

“Understandable. And of course, the fear that you yourself are in danger must be sharp, as well.”

Wait, what? “Me?”

“Of course. New avatars tend to be… ravenous. You’re quite fortunate that he isn’t new to the whole situation, really.”

What kind of a conversation was this? “He…oh. He said there was that Eye thing, too?”

“Yes. For many years.”

Martin has no idea where this conversation is supposed to go. “Well. Got any advice?”

Bouchard laughs. “Try not to be eaten.”

Martin stares at him.

Bouchard smiles.

Martin sips his tea.

Bouchard smiles.

Martin decides there are hidden cameras all over the breakroom for whatever reason, and that’s why he feels practically x-rayed. “I, uh. Can I take this back out to the lobby?”

“I’d really prefer if you drank it in here,” says Bouchard, low and smooth.

It’s too hot.

Martin burns his mouth a little to get it down faster, and he wonders what else Jon told this guy, and he tells himself he will never, ever need to be afraid of Jon.

No matter what his deeply startled gut says.

Bouchard smiles.

Neither of them say another word until the tea is finally gone.

#tma #tma fic #fic in progress #wip #amwriting #vast!jon #tma au #sasha james #elias bouchard #martin blackwood

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degreeofdisorder · 1 year

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young royals s2e2 live reaction

okay here we go I am hating this

"you can tell her I have nothing more to say" YEAH BOY

oh I'm gonna die lmao

they're gonna kill me that's it

the girls are so sweet ugh

MI SARA

my babies im going to cry

oh sara don't be like this

NETFLIX AND CHILL LMAO

hopefully not tho

oh man it really says a lot that everyone around simon hates wille :/

well ok not necessarily ~hates but like. from an outside perspective he really really did simon dirty

from an outside perspective tho

baby you've literally seen simon's face when he comes you cannot possibly be this dumb when it comes to staring at him

REALLY. THAT'S YOUR CONCEPT OF SPACE YOU DUMBASS SKFJDLGJDLGJFLGJKF

wille: simon wants space? ok. I will stare at him in the changing room but I will Not pass him the ball during PE.

(just occurred to me he's just jealous o wow)

wille making the freshmen overthrow the seniors is the single funniest thing in the world.

OH LMFAO HE REALLY SAID THAT

I'M LOSING IT

simon: SARA PLEASE DON'T-- wille: hello 😌

oh I forgot wille is trying to give him space

oh haha this one's about to be absolute shit

OH IS HE DOING A SCENE

OH HES DOING IT HES DOING IT HES JEALOUUUSSSSSSS

YEAH SIMON KEEP IT GOING

oh the gurls are fightingggggggggggg

what are you gonna do about all this tension? kiss?

can mr englund pls clear his throat he's giving me an asthma crisis

oh okay so that IS what happened. he randomly left his sweater w simon, then gets kidnapped, and then simon has a crisis about it

AND THEY WERE ON A FIGHT TOO

ok mr sweater thief who are you charlie spring

oh he's deep in his feelings about it

SOMEONE START FILMING PLEASE

GET THOSE FUCKIN PHONES OUT AND START FILMING

oh no

oh my god

malin how could you. guess you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor

"at least you don't have to be crown prince" oh fuck you erik. doing this and dying. this bitch killed himself didn't he. on god if he did.

"i know you're grieving. we all are" oh FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF KRISTINA.

"unconventional relationship" what the fuck?

"i want it to come out in your own terms, not because someone forces you" did she just...... did kristina just say something that somewhat made sense?

"please can you just be my mom right now?" oh this is fucking heartbreaking I'm gonna die

oh wille baby

"i want you to see a therapist" WHO IS THIS. WHO IS THIS PERSON WHO'S MAKING SENSE AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE W KRISTINA

malin being a traitor and kristina being all "if you wanna come out do it in your own terms" and "see a therapist"??? who the FUCK are these people

"get rid of the bodyguards" AYYYEEEEEEEE

I cannot believe I just lived to see malin's downfall

can't y'all stop making heart eyes at each other and just fucking TALK

he went to the PRINCIPAL

wille straight up just acts like a scorned lover lmao

OH OH OH

"it would just be two years" baby do you even begin to understand what you're asking him? did you not listen to him at all? have you listened to simon at all???

KEEP THAT HAND OFF HIS LEG WILHELM [sprays him w water]

OH SHIT

I wish I was as true to myself as simon is when it comes to standing his ground

like it hurts me but he's so fuckin good

SWEDEN'S TINIEST BLADDER SKFJDLFKDLGKDÑFKFL

MADDIE IN HER KOALA SHEET MASK I LOVE YOU SO DEEPLY MADDIE

"why sleep w someone when you can just cum on your own" LMFAO SARA MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

"yes! yes preach it" MADDIE I LOVE YOU

sara that is 100% NOT a sign for you to go fuck august

don't fuck your classmates! don't fuck your classmates! don't fuck your classmates! don't fuck your classmates!

not the fish

I will simply lie down and cry idc

he put it on

I'm killing myself

oh honey boy

is it moral if I simply skip this entire thing

i am hating every second of this and they have literally only looked at each other and talked

"action" disgusting

I'm not watching this. I'm like actively looking away

oh thank god he's got morals

I still literally looked away that entire scene lmfao

"i think I want to have sex with you" oh sara

that is hilarious though

but OH SARA

HER FACE WHEN SHE LEAVES

AUGUST???? WHAT

oh he likes her? august was that a FACE? DO YOU LIKE HER?

wille is SUCH a teenager. I forget how young they all are and then he simply sits down to not talk during therapy bc he thinks he's being mature and rebellious and sticking it to the man and.... wow. he's a baby.

august also badly needs therapy good god child that's a whole eating disorder

oh no

oh that's gonna be fun (not)

oh he's so jealous

this is either gonna be super violent (he gets every clay thing) or super pathetic (he gets none of them bc he's trying to have a dick measuring contest)

oh it was both

the worst part is that marcus really is super nice like who can hate him (I can I am petty and wish he didn't exist but like..... I'll defend him tho. I will defend him)

BRUTUS

wille: oh really 😌

stella and fredrika are so weirdly nice lol

oh vincent is a little bitch isn't he

oh they're all so pathetic ksjgkdjgkdgjkfgj

"do you mean cheating" a line straight from my heart to the show yeah let's cheat here babies. all for cheating

OH HE DIDN'T TELL HIM

wille's a constant 😌 about it huh

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT

oh FUCK

fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I hate every second of this season

why did it have to be a love triangle. why did it have to be this. didn't we have enough with the rest of the drama. lisa why.

review: still hating this lmao

#yr livenats #yr spoilers #yr s2 spoilers #young royals spoilers

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I posted 1,149 times in 2022

That's 688 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (8%)

1,056 posts reblogged (92%)

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I tagged 142 of my posts in 2022

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#jimin - 38 posts

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Longest Tag: 69 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 2 - Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU , Age Gap and Drama.

Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware, momentarily forgot when he tried to kiss her. TRIED. SPOILER). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they also kinda reflect Yoongi's thoughts during those moments. UNEDITED!

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 3.6k including lyrics.

A/N: Thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series.

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

If you want to be added to the taglist of this series, please ask here. or If you want to be part of the permanent taglist and get notified every time I post a new story. And if you want to read more, check out my Park Jimin story!

Don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback on what you think about this story :)

Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series: Read Part One here.

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2014

Flight number DL6310 has been cancelled. Passengers of this flight please approach the nearest information desk.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed at the board making a few people around glare at me. I walked towards the information desk where they rescheduled my flight to the following week if weather conditions at home got better in the next two days. Once that was settled, I hurriedly ran out of the airport with my hand carry and backpack, and hailed a cab back to my hotel to book a room for another two days, instead of going back to my cousin's house. As I laid on the bed, relishing the cold air of the air conditioner when I decided to take a shower and change clothes before taking an afternoon cat nap. Rummaging through my backpack for something to wear when my book fell out of my bag. Picking it up, I examine the cover and flip the pages with my thumb, stopping at a page I bookmarked with a random receipt that had scribbles. Reading what I wrote.

'Suga. Rapper guy from South Korea. Laundromat. Santa Monica Pier. 3pm tomorrow. '

I stare at the words I wrote for a good second before I finally remember what it was about and who was Suga. I got up leaving the book on the bed as I went to the bathroom to shower, music playing loudly on my phone that I carried with me.

As I was lathering up my body with soap, with shampoo in my eyes when my brain decided to wake up and reminded me that I met Suga yesterday, and that '3pm tomorrow' is 3pm. Today.

"That cannot be today!" I scoff as I reach for my phone and see that it was already 2:45pm making me gasp dropping the phone on the sink as I duck my head back under the shower head trying to hurriedly finish rinsing, "You fucking irresponsible idiot!" I yell, scolding myself as I rubbed shampoo off of my stinging eyes.

Getting on a cab, I give the driver directions telling him to floor it as I silently pray I don't start smelling like sweat by the time i got to my destination fanning myself with the map of California that I had first bought when I arrived earlier in the summer. We were near the pier when the traffic started, the street looked like a damned parking lot. I looked outside the window wondering if I could make it if I either walk fast or run.

"Does this always happen?" I asked exasperatedly at the driver, staring to feel down that I might not see Suga or meet his friends.

"It gets worse to be honest with you," the old man says "The pier is just over there you see?" he points a shaky finger at the ferris wheel "You could just run to get there or walk, I just hope your date doesn't mind if you start smelling like the ocean and sweat combined," he kindly smiles.

"It's really a date, but I hope he doesn't mind the scent," I smile as I start to pull out a few notes and handed it to him "Keep the change, sir. Take care!"

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The Companion 3

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy (hopefully lol)

Summary: A year after all their world tour was cancelled with the announcement of the pandemic, Jimin goes through a roller coaster of emotions and he can barely his emotions and he's trying so hard to stay happy. Namjoon and Jin suggested to get a puppy when they got drunk but Joon thought a human companion sounded funny to his drunken brain, not knowing that Jimin took his word seriously. When he finally finds the one who's going to be his human emotion companion, he wonders if she's up for it? And most importantly, he wonders how things would play out with him being Park Jimin and her being... well, a fan... an ARMY to be precise.

Warning(s): Fluff. Bit of pandemic talk. Sentences in italics are Korean words translated to English. UNEDITED!

Word count: 2k

A/N: We're back to Y/N's pov. I was supposed to post this on Sunday but I fell asleep too early, my sleep cycle is fcked because of insomnia.

Fun fact: this was supposed to be a hybrid!Jimin fanfic. 👀.... I can turn it into that we still got time i guess.. lemme know what you think, comment down beloowww. Search author_effie on the birdapp.

Sorry it's pretty short. Enjoyyyy

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I stare at the empty lobby of Hybe waiting as per the instruction of Jimin. It's been two weeks since the trip to the grocery and the last time I saw Jimin, and within that time Jimin and I settled for phone calls and when he had the time, video calls usually before midnight. But little did he know I slept past 3am due to the what seemed to be never ending jetlag.

"Ms. Y/N?" I heard a voice call my name, looking up I see the receptionist bowing. I bow back as I greet her "Good morning,"

"This way please," she says as she leads me to a door guarded by security. She reaches over to the guard who hands her an ID with a black lanyard that she hands to me. It had my picture from my resume and my name in English under the Korean characters, along with my job title, Executive Secretary. If they only knew...

Before entering the elevator, she teaches me how to use the biometrics system to clock in whenever I arrive and to enter the code I'll receive from Jimin. The ride up the elevator was silent and quick, as soon as we arrived at our designated floor she leads me towards another door that had another security guard waiting outside.

"She's Park Jimin's personal assistant," she informs them as they nod and open the door for me. I say my thanks and walk in as quietly as I can. The room was filled thumping, squeaking and loud music playing on the speakers of an English song I didn't recognize, but the voices I definitely recognized. Eyes gazing around the large, somewhat dark room that looked a basketball court inside the building I find seven men singing and dancing to a new song. Their manager walks up to me and greets me with a smile, hand extended to shake my hand.

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Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 3 - Miss Right in her Converse High

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Chapter Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they can also reflect Yoongi's thoughts or it just fits with the moment. UNEDITED!

Chapter Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 4.8k including lyrics.

A/N: Again, thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series. Grab your tissues... maybe? Also, I let this just flow on it's own... so, confuse hajima? lol Enjoy! Oh btw, it was my first day of work last Friday, so the writing is gonna be a bit slow😅 Sorry, but I'll try my best💜 Next update might be for The Companion, I haven't updated it in almost 3 weeks me finks. Imma stop talking, enjoooyyyy!

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

Don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback on what you think about this story :)

Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series:

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Present - 2021

"Namjoon-ah,"

"Yes, hyung?"

"Would you bail me out of jail?"

Namjoon stares at me as if I've lost my mind, he's not wrong. It's been years since I've lost my mind, I just keep growing more and more insane.

"What makes you say that hyung?"

>Converse converse i really hate a converse<

"She still wears those god damned shoes," I grunt as I close the car door too hard making Jungkook who was sitting in the back with Hobi whining and complaining about how I shut the door to hard. Namjoon chuckles as he gently closes the passenger door and walks up next to me, "You've been saying that for years, hyung. Fuck, you even wrote a great track out of it."

"I don't know if she's playing dumb with me or if she's just fucking clueless that it's about her," I huff as I watch her run towards an ice cream truck, "It's literally me telling her to wear something aside from those damn shoes, she'd look in something else,"

>On your gorgeous appearance, black sheer tights and stilettos will be good

Yeah, they’ll be too good to be true

But, what will suit you even better are Jordan numbers

Together with your body, it turns me on even more<

"So you did say in the song," Namjoon agrees "Maybe she thinks its just another song of ours,"

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Girl of My Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst (squint in tiny), Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Summary: Every one has always wondered why Yoongi was good with words especially when it comes to the topic of love. It wasn't a question of why, but who. Who made him think of love that way? Who was his muse? Who was the muse that always made Yoongi smile like he won the damn lottery? Who made him laugh even in situations where he had to be serious? If you ask him, he'll just smile and blush, but if you ask the other members they would smile at Yoongi then look at you and start giggling like gossiping high schoolers.

Warnings: Underage reader (first few chapters). Lyrics in the chapters are not in order. Mentioned lyrics are not just Yoongi's parts. Warnings will be mentioned per chapter.

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Disclaimer: Quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol. Not all songs will be included just the ones that will tug on your heartstrings😏😇

*thank you doolsetbangtan and other blogs that I will mention per chapter that translated and explained all BTS songs*

Girl of My Dreams

Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Miss Right in her Converse High

I NEED U / RUN

DNA / Pied Piper

FAKE LOVE

Trivia: Seesaw

Pluto and the Truth Untold

Make it Right

Boy with Luv / HOME

Savage Love / Telepathy

My Universe

Girl of My Dreams - Finale

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My #1 post of 2022

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates (?). Age gap.

Warning(s): Sentences in italics are English words translated to Korean (that sounded confusing but I said what I said). Cursing. Underage reader at one point (Yoongi didn't know and tried to ask her out)... Spoiler lol. Mentions of MC being tipsy. A bit of angst at the end. UNEDITED!

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: The summary was really the idea or the question that came to mind, though we all know that Yoongi is undeniably a genius in any topic you throw at him, his idea of love is always what gets me. And his part in Girl of My Dreams sparked my thoughts - he's a hopeless romantic. Other might think he's very serious and cold but I think he's very romantic and sweet, even at times clingy. For now here's my idea on how it would be if he had a muse - which one day, of course, will happen when he gets married to his s/o and have kids they would be the lucky ones because they're his muses in life.

Enjoy this one!!!

P.S: this is my 2nd fanfic for BTS lol and I became an Army during the Dynamite era (though I knew them since I saw For You and Idol). sorry if some of the facts are a bit off. Do feel free to correct me but please remember that this is a fanfic, some stuff are meant to be different!! 😅💜

Please don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback. Please don't be a silent reader🥺! My ask box is also open as well as my permanent taglist if you wanna get tagged for future stories. There are probably more parts after this, just ask if you wanna be added to the taglist ;)

aaand... Happy, Happy Birthday to the best of the best, our one and only Min Yoongi (lil meow meow). We love you. Stay healthy💜 Borahaeeeeee

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"Y/n?" I call to her and she hums in question looking up from her book.

"Do you think I would sound cool if I sing?" ask her twirling my ballpen in my fingers, I stopped myself from murdering the button to click it open and close repeatedly out of being nervous.

Her pouty lips curl inwards to stop herself from laughing and she shut her eyes as she removes her glasses.

"Be honest, please," I beg with a smile already knowing the answer but I wanted to hear her voice she's been quiet ever since she sat on the couch in my studio and hid behind the pages of her book, a romance novel. All I could hear when I put my headphones away were the quiet humming of the air conditioner and humidifier, and her flipping pages on her book.

"I mean, I know I don't sound like Jin hyung or Jimin, or Taehyung or even Jungkook," I explained "Even Namjoon and Hoseok sound good when they're singing," she snort laughs and starts giggling hiding her face in between the book, "I can carry a tune, I'm a rapper, I can sing just not as amazing as the vocal line!" I exclaim and she guffawed "Ya~! I'm serious!" I tease her though she knows I'm not serious.

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YAHHH @jessamine-rose YOU CANNOT JUST DROP A SPOILER LIKE THAT?? IT SHOOK MY HEART!?!?!

...

Okay, sorry.

I'll calm down a bit...

For the sake of possibly getting 🍀 going through a crisis, he wears it for the sake of being able to see. He struggles a lot because (correct me if I'm wrong cause its been a WHILE) he's actually far-sighted! However, when he doesn't have his glasses, he just wears contacts instead.

So, i just imagine darling huffing around and saying that boss already met them before. He said that he didn't see darling at all because he wasn't wearing his glasses (despite him actually wearing contacts) and darling believed that cuz this is all before them being 'close friends' and darling was only admiring (?) him.

After them being 'friends' and darling knowing the fact that he sometimes wear contacts, i doubt darling would be chill about it when they remember it lol (manifesting my petty personality to darling 🤞)

(First scenario may or may not include Friend! Darling staring at his face and saying he looks more handsome with glasses)

THIS THO?? HELP ✋️ WHERE'S THE HELLO, HOW ARE YOU??? But yes, i agree with darling, he is HOT wearing glasses. I mean, with or without, he looks absolutely fineee. But! I personally think people with glasses are hotter and like damn, kind of sadistic too??? Okay, i'm gonna stop rambling before i say something weird-

- 🍀 anon

LMFAOOOOO I MEANNNN

Tbf with you 🍀, if Boss can't see, it's high-key that he legit cannot see without his contacts. My boy has those days where he couldn't bring his contacts or something and when he lost his glasses, he's just squinting like "...???"

Please he acts like it's normal for him but some of those days were the ones he's genuinely blind if you're near him. God forbid you accuse him of lying because he'd point at his eyes and go "I can't see without my contacts. If you'd like, you can head out." LMFAO

(my boy may be a mean Yan but he's STILL a boss, so...)

Though, it would be funny for him to have contacts and still see friend darling... I just see him as more blunt at times with them. Cause yk, they're friends and friend darling knows when his mood swings from one end to another lol

Reading the end makes me cackle because I swear I have plans and man... Man y'all are going to hate it.

#💌 ;; messenger writes #💌 ;; promising letter: one last call #💌 ;; a letter from: 🍀 anon #💌 ;; fine print: ''boss''

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years

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The idea got popular so here it is, the twst boys’ prefered body type! Be sure to take this with a grain of salt however, these are just my opinions and headcanons. They would all still love you regadless of your appearance! TW for low key misogyny lmao, maybe even some feeding kink? Also implied female s/o, but not necessarily.

This also didn't quite turn out to be about body types but IDC I'M TIRED 😴

HEARTSLABYUL :

Riddle cares about your health to an obsessive degree and he will want you to be proportional in every sense of the word. He wants you to be the best version of yourself, therefore he won't allow you to be neither overweight or underweight. He'll spoon feed you himself if he must, your health really is top priority to him. He doesn't really have a preference due to this. He does have a soft spot for delicate hands and legs though.

Trey, oh God Trey, I'm sorry but the two of you are literally in your late teens/early twenties but y'all are gaining weight like an old married couple, it's so precious!! 😭😭 He really likes to spoil you with sweets and he has a hard time saying no to you, he just wants to spoil you, okay? 🥺 He says that he has no preference but that's a lie, he likes to see you gain more weight and become a bit more chubby over time. If he's in the mood he'll even squeeze your belly but he won't be mean about it! Softness is his weakness, especially if he was the cause.

Cater, I can see him going in several directions but rn I feel like being mean, he is SHALLOW lmao. He really wants you to look good for all of his photos and he'll guilt trip you if you don't work out and eat well. He'll join you sometimes, maybe! I also see him being into someone that's shorter than him, he really likes to look down at you because it's just so cute to him.

Ace - THIS BULLY, THIS AWFUL, MEAN BULLY!!! No matter what you do or how hard you try Ace will poke fun at you and he won't hold back. You're skinny? Wazzup twig, go eat something! You're bigger? YOOOOOO piggy, go take a nice long run, it could do you some favors! If you're a girl, if you have a flat chest? Boooo, you're not trying hard enough! Big chest? You little slut, you're in an all boys school, you ought to dress more appropriately! You're a guy and you're not built like a brick house? God damn you are WEAK, he could take you on right there and then! He's mean, mean, MEAN! In reality he is shallow too and he'd really like it if you were ✨sexy✨ but you're always cute to him. He just won't say it out loud though!

Deuce is not super picky in my opinion, but I think he'd really like it if you had some cake 😫🥴 He's a pervert that stares, and he'd love to grab your ass and just grope it!

SAVANACLAW :

Leona wants you to have a soft chest and not to be too bony. You'll be his personal body pillow and he really wants to use you, but he can't do that if your bones keep poking him. I also see him really liking nice and smooth skin, it just catches his eye.

Ruggie, grrrrrr he'd die if you were taller than him but that's quite sexy to him. Look down at him and tell him what to do, he's there to obey. Just don't push it too much, k?

Jack would be so happy if you were an athlete and a good amount of muscle on you. He has a lot of stamina and energy and he would love to go on long runs with you! He just loves to work out with you and I can't see him with a couch potato.

OCTAVINELLE :

I'm sorry but I feel like this entire dorm would be just straight up chubby cashers 😭 Azul would look at you and he would just !!!!!!!!!!!!

Gorgeous, beautiful, let him touch you, please let him touch you!!! He's so handsy he cannot control himself even if his life was on the line.

The tweels? BULLIES, but not as bad as Ace. They'll tease you but they will stop at some point and then they suddenly switch to being really doting and sweet. They don't mean what they said, they just like to see you flustered!

SCARABIA :

Jamil - HIPS, HIPS MAKE HIM 🤤🤤🤤🤤 Hips, thick thighs !!!!!!! You could crush him and he might just thank you with the faintest of smiles on his face. He's blushing like mad but he wouldn't trade it for the world. He's also an ass man, don't @ me

Height is irrelevant to him

Kalim, precious baby. You're literally so beautiful to him regardless how you look. You could be wearing a trash bag and his heart would still burst with joy. He's the type of guy that will tell you look gorgeous in all of your outfits but you just want to hear some consecutive criticism 😭

POMEFIORE :

Vil and Rook are similar to Riddle. They want you to be the best version of yourself, but there is a certain shallowness from Vil's side. He's greedy and selfish, he wants to destroy you and build you from the ground up, you are his personal project that must be done perfectly. There will be no blemishes, those are ILLEGAL. Weight? He controls your diet strictly. Clothes? Exactly the same.

Epel on the other hand... Girly girl. Be cute, be helpless, BE SHORT, wear skirts, let him feel like a man god damn it. Big boobs would be nice to squish though ♥️

IGNIHYDE :

Idia has been spoiled by anime/games and if you don't look like that he'll bully you too. He'll force you to wear skimpy clothing when it's just the two of you, he doesn't care if you hate it, you will wear it. Maid costumes + CAT EARS, he's on the ground sCREAMING (feel free to remove that s! 😏)

The problem is, most people just do not look like generic fantasy babes and he's an incel because I said so, and by default that just makes him out to be a MASSIVE prick, ESPECIALLY if you're a girl. Everything you do to him is a tease, you are literally just breathing in the same air as him and in his head that must mean that you want to be with him. But yes, ideal body = BIG BOOBS, tiny waist, BIG hips, just imagine the most basic, typical anime babe.

DIASOMNIA :

Malleus, I also don't see him as someone that fawns over your body all too much, but I can imagine him really enjoying the warmth of your chest, bonus points if you have boobs. Size is irrelevant, he wants to SQUISH them. Your neck is also something he likes to fawn over, that pretty neck that he gets to nibble on like a snack every single night. I also think he'd really like eyes that are just soft, full of love and light. He's weak for your eyes man.

Lilia is incredibly versatile, he's seen it all and he loves it all, he loves you. Tall? Amazing. Short? Hehehe, he can bully you!~ Although, I see him fawning over someone that gets sick easily 😭🤣 Therefore, be a little skinny, very weak, let him take care of you 😔 He keeps you docile this way, and pampers you like doll. Probably dresses you in lolita style dresses.

Silver is a tough guy and I can see him fawning over a dainty, feminine, sweet little thing that just needs his help with everything. Kinghtly duties run in his blood, he's used to servicing people, but you are a special kind of enjoyment.

Sebek, ugh. He wants to be like Riddle and Vil but he sucks at it. In reality he doesn't care, he just doesn't want you to get sick or anything like that.

♥️ TAGS: @sammo-writes-whatever, @cc-6789, @yanroma

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luvrlixie · 3 years

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NCT DREAM + CALLING HIM PRETTY

hiii first of all tysm for all the support I've been receiving!! I've only had this account for a few days and I'm already so overwhelmed with all the kindness y'all have been showing me!! this is inspired by all the tiktoks on my fyp where girls call their bf pretty. very very slight suggestive theme in jaemin's

MARK*°࿐

my man FREEZES

his eyes get so wide too

he's just really flustered and has no idea how to respond

It takes him a good minute to finally say something back to you

"I- uh .. I'm what?"

"you're pretty :D !! .. do you not like being called that??"

mark just shrugs and awkwardly scratches the back of his head

"I mean I think I'm good looking or handsome but not pretty"

you assume based on his reaction that he doesn't like it. you're a little bummed cause like ... he's v v pretty <\3

ultimately though you'd never wanna make him uncomfortable

anyways

like 4 hours go by and you've pretty much entirely forgotten about the whole incident

but mark certainly hasn't

he's never been called pretty before and he can't stop thinking about it

you're cuddling and out of nowhere he asks, "do you really think I'm pretty"

now YOU'RE surprised

cause ???? you weren't expecting that

but you just smile and nod

"of course I do, I think you're very pretty"

mark likes to act like he's too cool for names like pretty boy. but he secretly love it

probably brags about it to johnny later lmaooo

RENJUN*°࿐

WON'T STOP SMILING

I REPEAT:

WILL. NOT. STOP. SMILING!!!!!!

he loves it. he love being your pretty boy

he'll start blushing like crazy and hides his face in your shoulder

"you really think so?"

YES BABY I DO!!!!! <33

it makes his day when you call him pretty

no matter how bad of a day he's having or how insecure he's feeling, he will always smile when you call him pretty

and it's all because he knows that you really really mean it

it's just the way you say it. he knows you're not lying

It reminds him of how much he's loved

and in return, how much he loves you

JENO*°࿐

"ah well then I guess I've been spending so much time with you that all your good looks are starting to wear off on me"

SIR

JUST LET ME COMPLIMENT YOU

literally you cannot give him a compliment without him somehow turning it back around on you

I feel like he's pretty neutral about the name

ofc he likes it but he doesn't go crazy for it

y'know?

howeveR

If a good amount of time passes without you calling him it

he'll start calling himself pretty just to bait you into saying it ... cause he misses being your pretty boy <3

he'll be like "yeah ik I look good in this shirt. I mean I'm the prettiest boy in the world, remember?

"haechan's arguing with me he keeps saying he's the prettiest in our group, please help cause we both know I'm prettier"

HAECHAN*°࿐

okay so

I feel like he calls himself pretty a lot

and will ask you to rate how pretty he looks on a scale from 1-10 and stuff like that

but the first time you call him your pretty boy completely unprompted

he's honestly so taken aback

he can't even get all cocky cause he's too flustered <\3

it's so devastating to him cause he wants to make a joke and be dramatic but he's too busy trying to hide his blush

no matter how energetic he gets

calling him pretty boy is his weakness!!!

It immediately makes him pause

and always makes him blush <3

he loves being your pretty boy . so much

JAEMIN*°࿐

literally just smirks and goes "yeah I know"

😐😐 jaemin. I will strangle you (with love tho)

your plan backfires so hard

cause he ends up referring to himself as your pretty boy cause he knows it makes you flustered

you just wanted to make HIM embarrassed, not the other way around

also uses it to get attention from you

If he wants extra cuddles

or wants you to play with his hair

or a blowjob

he'll text you something along the lines of "hey guess what! your pretty boy totally killed it on music bank today :)"

it always works

CHENLE*°࿐

similar to mark, he gets really quiet

just stares at you for a few seconds

"I'm what?

he's been called pretty by his fans before

but there's something about the way you say it that really catches him off guard

so you say it again and his whole face goes soft

has the goofiest smile and the biggest heart eyes

"ah, thank you"

he really like it, it makes him feel special

(and pretty, obviously)

because of how special it makes him feel it's not something that he wants to be called all the time

cause he doesn't want it to lose its meaning

of course he loves being doted on and complimented on his looks

but pretty boy is reserved for the tenderest of cuddles and the softest of date nights

JISUNG*°࿐

MALFUNCTIONS

POOR THING

HAS NO IDEA HOW TO REACT

he's a whole mess™

he's stuttering and won't make eye contact with you and his whole face is turning bright red

It makes him so embarrassed

(in a good way though!!!!!)

the name makes his insides turn to mush

he absolutely adores it so don't you dare stop calling him pretty 🔫 or it's on sight istg

It makes you melt too

cause you call him pretty and he had the biggest heart eyes and shdbjshsbskhsbs

the name also makes him super soft and clingy

call him pretty boy and he's not letting go of you for hours

I feel like he's usually not the biggest fan of most petnames but he loves pretty boy <3

#nct imagine #nct preferences #nct imagines #nct dream imagine #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream preferences #nct dream reaction #nct reaction #chenle imagine #jeno imagine #mark imagine #jaemin x reader #jisung reactions #jisung x reader #mark x reader #nct fluff #nct dream fluff

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huge-enthusiast · 3 years

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MIRACULOUS FIC RECOMENDATIONS!! (Part 2)

You can find part 1 here.

The first one was really popular! So I decided to make a second part.

The rules are the same:

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don’t put the author’s tumblr is because they didn’t put it in the fic or/and I couldn’t find it.

The only thing that changes is that I would be putting the pairing in the description of the fic.

Without further ado...

Written in the Stars by Boogum (@botherkupo here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and Adrienette.

He was the god of destruction. She was a princess whose kingdom had been prophesied to fall. To save her people, she became his wife. To save him, she would have to do the impossible. The castle has secrets, the gods are watching, and time is running out.

Chapters: 37/37

TW for mild violence.

Arrange marriage, God AU. While I'm making this list, I still haven't finished the fic, but I had to recommend it because is THAT good. The way I gasped out loud while reading some of the plot twists. The worldbuilding is so good, and even if you aren't into AUs that deviate a lot from cannon like me, I 100% reccomend it.

Need a Lift? again by Boogum.

Pairing: DJWifi

Getting stranded on a foreign planet sucked. Luckily for Nino, his rival was willing to give him a lift home. Unluckily for Nino, she was beautiful and funny and he might just be in love with her.

Chapters: 1/1

Space Bounty Hunter AU! Really sweet and funny. If you are into flustered!Nino then this fic is for you.

hey, you by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

“Have you ever had a dream about someone that changes the way you think of them?”

or Adrien has a dream about Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

Okay so, peachcitt is one of my favorite ml writers. Everything that they write is sooo good y'all, and i'm already a sucker for adrienette, so I cannot recommend this fic (or any of theirs) enough.

double dare again by peachcitt (I told ya!)

Pairing: Ladrien (with lots of sided ladynoir)

“Don’t ever do that again,” Marinette says, maybe a little too emphatically, and Adrien looks at her, his expression quiet. His cheeks, Marinette notices, are a little red.

“But I wanted to save you,” he says.

or Ladybug and Adrien can't seem to stop running into each other. (whether that is on accident or on purpose is nobody's business but their own, of course).

Chapters: 30/30

This was a ladrien june fic! Every chapter corresponds to the day's prompts but it also continues a story. If that doesn't make you want to read it then I don't know what it will. I fear fanfic writers, they're insane.

(not) so much by therentyoupay (@therentyoupayfanfiction here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and adrienette

(The claws are sharp, but the host of Destruction—for all of his loudmouth chaos and lack of reserve—is paradoxically careful.)

Chapters: 1/1

In which Chat Noir pays a visit not long after Marinette has made a pretty difficult decision, and they accidentally make a routine.

Prompt: Marinette gives Chat a hickey. Adrien has a suspiciously similar looking hickey the next day at school...

Gotta be honest with y'all, I did not expect this fic to be as good as it is. The adrienette has everything a stablished!Marichat should have. Marinette conflicted with her feelings? Check. Adrien being a hot mess bc That's My Girlfriend But She Doesn't Know That? Check. Them being absolute idiots? Check. It's good!

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me The News (Your Lips Is The Only Cure I Could Use) by BreG21.

Pairing: Adrienette

Rainwater sloshed up from the pools they had made on the sidewalk and coated his jean pants with every step he took. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He sniffed away some of the water that dribbled down his matted head. "Yeah?"

He paused as if to consider his words while Adrien stared down at him, so lost. "You weren't wrong when you thought you knew. A part of you wanted it to be her, but it was too perfect, you let the illusion fool you because how would you get that lucky. But trust me, Adrien. You weren't wrong."

He wasn't wrong? What was he not wrong about?

You weren't wrong. You want it to be her.

And it finally clicked as a small gasp wisped past his lips. He wasn't wrong.

In which, Plagg falls ill, and with Fu gone and Ladybug being the guardian now, has to go find her civilian self-even with the knowledge that she might not like that-is shocked to realize that even with having the kwami that was supposed to embodied the very being of bad luck, Adrien could conclude the very opposite of what he had thought for so long.

He was so very lucky.

Chapters: 1/1

I screamed so hard while reading this fic. It's just one of those who gets the characters right. Do you like a good reveal? Go read this now.

Operation Mega Sleepover by InTheWild (@smellerbeee here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

When Alya and Nino drop out of their long awaited mega-sleepover at the last minute, it leaves Marinette and Adrien alone together for the night. An Adrinette one-shot with lots of fluff and sleepover shenanigans.

Chapters: 1/1

I just,,, I love adrienette fluff so much,,, I love them,,,

You, Me & A Little Bit Of The Future by joonapeach.

Pairing: this is a fortunate case of all lovesquare shenanigans™

Marinette expects some disaster on her first outing alone with Adrien.

She just doesn't expect that disaster to be her future self passing off a baby for her to take care of with Adrien.

(Alternatively... two idiots obliviously in love cooing over their daughter while acting like they have no idea whose kid this is.)

Chapters: 1/1

I think the description says anything that it needs to be said. It's really sweet and funny and I love how they just change their minds so quickly and get emo for literally nothing. Peak shakesperean dumbasery.

The entire Marry That Girl series by Miraculous_Max (Maximilian_Alexander).

Pairing: Adrienette

Let’s say Marinette has a special sketchbook. This sketchbook is filled with drawings of their future house, of Adrien as an adult in multiple occupational settings, of Marinette and Adrien’s wedding, and most importantly, their future children.

Let's say Adrien found this sketchbook.

Works: 8 (All are 1/1 chapters)

Just realized how this list exposes me as number 1 adrienette sucker... oh well. I love how Adrien doesn't feel weirded out by the intensity of Marinette's crush. He likes it! He's as weird and romantic as her! That's one of the reasons I love the lovesquare so much and it makes me happy to see that everyone is in the same boat with me.

Strenght by 11JJ11.

Pairing: Adrienette

Marinette knew she was much stronger than she looked thanks to being a hero. So when her class had an arm wrestling contest she knew that she could beat all of them with ease, but she wasn't expecting anyone else to come close.

Chapters: 1/1

Good ol' accidental reveal feat. the entire class shenanigans. I, once again, screamed for an adrienette fic. Who could've thought.

Super Fan by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

It was a good thing Alya was holding the phone and not her, because it would have slipped from her fingers and shattered. How had she not noticed? She had been there, and somehow she’d missed her crush looking at her like she was an angel sent from heaven.

Forget the perfume ad. This picture was going to be her new desktop.

(In which Marinette realizes that she and Adrien might both be obsessive fans.)

Chapters: 1/1

Canon divergent from after Gorizilla. They're so dumb. That's my opinion on this fic.

How to Kiss Your Crush in Five Minutes or Less also by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

He just needed to know if Ladybug needed Chat Noir. He didn't expect to learn just how much she wanted Adrien.

This would be the best five minutes of his life, if he didn't expect her to forget it.

Chapters: 1/1

CW for making out.

Set during Desperada. I promise there's a happy ending. Also Luka is there for some reason, felt really bad for him.

Laying Down the Rules: The Gabriel Agreste Clauses by LadyKae

Gen

Adrien leaves the manor on a dark and stormy night and seeks sanctuary at the only place he feels safe: The Home of the Dupain-Cheng Family. When Sabine learns why her dear boy is fleeing to her home in the middle of the night, she makes a personal visit to one Gabriel Agreste.

There's more rules in play, but not for Adrien and Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

This is just Sabine going to beat the fuck out of Gabriel and it's really satifying ngl

4am. by hannieks

Pairing: post-reveal lovesquare

In which Adrien has the cat tendency to wake up their owners at stupid o'clock, and Marinette just wants to sleep. Cuteness ensues.

Chapters: 1/1

Really short but really sweet. If you like Adrien acting like a cat then you would like this.

Can I Date You(r Character)? by midnightstarlightwrites (@midnightstarlightwrites here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

Adrien turned to her, something unreadable in his gaze. “Are you ok with this?” he asked.

And what a loaded question that was. Was she ok with it? Was she ok with the one guy she couldn’t seem to get over in real life kissing her in a game of Dungeons and Dragons? When she put it like that, it seemed a bit silly to get so worked up.

It was just a game...right?

She was ok with it, right?

“Sure,” she lied. “I’m ok with it.”

When Adrien's character falls in love with Marinette's, they decided to date in-game. What could go wrong?

Chapters: 7/?

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE. You want to scream??? Read this.

two idiots and a hamster by Boogum (again) and carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Pairing: Adrienette

How do you hide your superhero identity from your roommate? (spoiler alert: badly)

Chapters: 5/?

Once @anna-scribbles described this fic as "is literally the closest i’ve ever seen a fic come to matching the energy of canon", and I couldn't have described it better.

And that's all for now! Next time I will probably make an only DJWifi list since I've been treating them so dirty lol.

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The short version: We had a serial thief at the flower shop. She’s retired recently and I think that due to Covid she really means it this time.

The long version? hoooo boy, here we go.

This story, and others, are viewable on Tablo

There are rules and there are rules.

In dealing with shoplifting in retail, there are rules on how one engages with a thief. The handbook, if there were one, would consist of a single word.

Don't.

Don't pursue, don't interrogate, don't accuse. Let them take the merchandise, let them get away. Let them return the Cricut machine for an equivalent amount on a gift card to be exchanged once again for drugs.

Let them.

There is no handbook on how to handle Flower Thieves. Prior to working in a flower shop, I never thought that this was a problem.

Life is surprising.

I'm sure some of you have figured that out by now.

The Flower Thief is notorious, and she has a system. There are days when you simply know that she's going to be in.

"Break the heads off the flowers before you throw them away," Grandpa will say. "She's going to be here tonight, I think."

And sure enough, she would be. At 6:45, a quarter til we close- the Thief would announce her arrival. Loudly.

"Heeeeey, baaaaaaby!"

The very first time I encountered the Flower Thief, she came in through the back door.

"Oh Hiiiii, Darlin'- ain't seen your face around here: you must be NEW! I'm Wren, you know- like the bird? Well, Kyle and I have an agreement that I come and work for y'all sometimes. You should take out this trash, it stinks to high heaven. Anyways, nice talkin' to ya, see ya later."

I may only be a little bit psychic, but I've spent enough time around liars to know insincerity when I see it. Kyle, at the time, was the manager of our store and I have it on record that he's tried to throw her out of the building once or twice.

While I was taking out the trash, her pile of purchase became so tall it towered over her. I watched Clark massively undercharge her for the sake of getting her to go away.

She has a pattern.

She comes in during the design classes because she knows that when there's twenty people in the store, there's not enough people to watch her and make sure she's not stealing. "There's a class today," she asks as if it's not literally every Tuesday. "Don't worry I know you all wanna get out of here on time."

The Flower Thief announces her presence in a grand way and then makes her way to the back to grab a trash bag or an empty box and then proceeds to bury any spare parts she finds in the cooler in the trash bag, hiding them under the things that she's actually buying.

After that, she checks the garbage cans for things we might have thrown away that will last another three days and stuffs them underneath her other ill-gotten goods.

Just when you think she's finished, she'll go through her pile of flowers and say: "You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus." And she'll go back into the cooler with it, stuff it in her purse, and walk back to the register.

And when she's all done being sneaky, she asks one of us to come ring her out.

This is the part that no one wants to do. Because ringing out the Flower Thief means haggling with the Flower Thief.

"Oh baaby, you know I don't pay those prices."

"Oh baaaby, I only pay $19 for roses."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaby, those carnations were on special."

She'll talk you down to under $100 with a sob story:

"Oh baaaaby, you know I'm donating this spray to the family. It's for that woman you know- you know the one. She got herself murdered a couple nights ago? Two children and she was pregnant too! Pregnant! Can you believe it? Who murders someone with child? What's the world coming to? So I need a good discount to make sure we treat this family right because they got a looooong road ahead of them."

"Oh baaaaaaby, you know this one's for that car crash over on Cleveland Avenue? I hear he was taking care of his dying father himself, so it's such a shame for him to go first like that."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby, this is for that little boy that shot himself, isn't that sad?"

Thank you, Sister Mary Loquacious.

And you nod because you don't want to come off as an uncaring sociopath. And while you're nodding and adjusting the price for her sad, sad consequence and mulling over how good she is for donating to these people in their time of need, she steals some greens from the trash can and sticks them in her bag.

She hands you crisp $100 bills. You check them and she makes jokes about how she printed them this morning. They're legit. Counterfeiting isn't why she went to prison.

What she went to prison for was drug trafficking.

"Do you need some help," you ask, trying to be a good citizen.

"Oh no, I got it," she insists. "I'll make it in two trips. I'm stronger than I look!"

And don't you dare get caught looking to see what she put in the bag or she will give you one hell of a lecture.

By the time all of this has passed, the class will be over and there will two minutes left in the work day. She's spent thirty-seven minutes in the store. Your register is unbalanced because now you don't have enough small bills to balance it and only have one $100 bill to get you through tomorrow.

And that's why there are rules.

On occasion, a new person will break the rules not knowing that there's rules. One such occasion was when Clair decided to be helpful.

"You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus," Wren said.

"Oh! I'll put it back for you," Clair suggested. And before Wren could protest, it was out of Wren's hands and nowhere near her purse.

It was mentioned to Sage, who only worked for us one summer, that Wren had failed to pay for something and she immediately chased her out into the street.

Wren drives very fast.

If you cross her too many times, she'll make sure you never forget it. One day, she stomped her way in through the front door, angry.

"You ain't treated me better than a damn THIEF," screamed the Flower Thief.

Grandpa, who was helping Blue make a wedding bouquet at the time, departed from the desk. "Beg pardon?"

"A thief! You been treating me like a thief ever since they made you manager and I'm sick of it! I see you bringing in your henchmen, following me in the cooler, chasing me down the street. Treat me with some damn respect."

Words were exchanged. They were not kind. We thought we'd seen the end of her.

But she was back one week later, doing the same damn thing.

So now there are rules.

If you make something and there's an excess of flowers left over from the pack, you have to make something out of the leftovers or she'll pick through them and stuff them in her bag.

If you cannot make something out of them, you must throw them out.

If you throw them out, you must break the heads off first.

The trash cans must be emptied every night before 5:00.

We do not keep trash bags in plain sight.

Break down all empty boxes, or she will use them in place of trash bags.

Do not leave any food or drink where she can find it.

Do not leave any half-used rolls of floral tape where she can find it.

Do not let her know anything about you- lest she use it against you.

If you speak of a Thief, you summon a Thief- speak quietly, and never her name or you invite trouble.

The basic rules one makes when dealing with pests. Or fairy-folk.

There are rules and there are rules and there are rules.

If you want to keep a pest away, you make these sorts of rules. But if you want to get rid of a pest indefinitely, you have to remove their food source. And Wren's food source was her discount.

You start exercising your right to say 'no' to a customer in small ways.

She saw a bunch of carnations in the trash and said:

"Oh baby, these are still good! I'll take them off your hands for you!"

"They've been sitting without water for hours."

"They're still good!"

"They were out in the sun."

"Oh baby, I've been working with flowers for 40 years and I know that these will still be fine for a couple of days!" She picks a bunch of them out of the trash and shoves it in my face. "See, it's still stiff- it's still good!"

"Okay," I said. And before I could stop myself: "Full price."

Her eyes just about popped out of her skull. If it were just a little bit colder, I would have been able to see steam coming out of her ears.

We stared at each other for about a minute, waiting for the other to flinch. She took the bunch away from my face and threw them back into the trash. While she was in the cooler, I took the liberty of snapping the heads off of them and burying them further into the garbage.

And so began a war between the flower shop and the Flower Thief.

She came in: every single night. And each night, she got me.

Again.

"Oh no, baby! These carns are supposed to be 39 cents a stem. I can bring up the email."

"Sure." She brings up the email. "I see that they are 39 cents but... this was for Saturday."

"Yea, and I bought those carns on Saturday and you charged me full price!"

"Saturday."

"Yeah."

"You didn't buy these on Saturday. You bought them Friday."

"Well I didn't know that they'd be on sale, so I need them for that price because I didn't know they'd be on sale."

"The sales are one-day only. I can't adjust a sale from Friday to reflect Saturday's sale... on Sunday."

She made a noise that reminds me somewhat of a cement mixer.

And again.

"I got a bad banner last time, can you print me a new one?" She shows me the banner in question. It's white. The 't' and the 'h' in 'mother' ran together.

"Sure."

"Okay, I need it to say 'Beloved Mother' and I want it in pink."

"Sure."

I print it. I ring her up $5.

"Oh baaaaaaby, no, that one should be free."

"Grandpa said- banners start at $5."

"Oh, but you sold me a bad one last time."

"We haven't sold you a banner in three weeks. How long have y'all had that body sitting in your cooler?"

She grumbled, and paid.

And again.

"I swear you been workin' every night this week! You must be tired," she said, nerves plain in her voice. "When do you get a day off?"

"When the work is done."

"That ain't what I'm askin'. When's your next day off, baby?"

"I stop working when the work is done, Wren."

She narrows her eyes, which is a fun change from them bugging out of her skull like a fruit fly. "You don't ever get any days off?"

"When the work stops, I rest."

And again.

"I'll be in and out, I know y'all want to get out of here on time," she said- announcing her presence to the entire class. She piled her stuff across the register counter and Grandpa began ringing her up.

"Oh baby..."

"No. We're doing away with the discounts."

There are twenty people in the workshop for the class and Grandpa doesn't want to make a scene. She pulls her into the back, and I choose to make my instructions louder to mask the sound of them yelling.

"So you're going to take your hypericum berries and you're going to cut the stem to about ten inches-"

"How can you do this to me?"

"And you're going to slowly fill the vase with these berries to kind of set the shape of the arrangement."

"After all these years and this is how you treat me?"

"Fun fact- you might know hypericum berries as their more common name: St John's Wort! St. John's Wort has been used as a medication for depression prior to modern medicine." You see- I, too, have taken notes from the Chattering Order.

"You can't do this to me," Wren said, stamping her feet like a toddler.

"But I wouldn't recommend eating them. However, they do smell somewhat like baked brown sugar."

Stamp, stamp, stamp.

Wren threw herself into the cooler and began putting a bulk of her flowers back.

"This is robbery," I heard her say to Grandpa at the register.

"Is it now?"

And again.

She came in and immediately reached for a half-empty box of oasis bricks (the green sponge material that we use to hold flowers.) She said few words to me, few at all. She talked to Carrie about how she was going out to the country for awhile, to take care of her nephew's property. She needed to stock up. And oh- don't worry about it, she knows what she's doing. She's part of The Family.

She is in no manner of speaking, a member of The Family that owns this shop. Not even a third cousin.

I saw her beeline for a rose I'd set in the trash. I picked it up, opened my mouth, and bit the head off of it. She stood in the middle of the workshop, absolutely stunned.

Rose petals have the vague texture of arugula, by the way. Slightly sweeter, though. Tough to swallow in one go.

She ran back into the cooler and didn't talk to me.

I began taking down numbers.

27 bricks of oasis. One pack of roses. Ten calla lilies. 1/2 pack of assorted greens.

I punched the numbers in to the register. As if sensing something was amiss, she emerged from the cooler.

"$54? What do I have that's $54?"

"The oasis. They're $2 each."

"Oh no baaaaaby, they're $1."

"I can text Grandpa and ask her."

"... that won't be necessary. Why are you charging me $22.50 for roses? You know my prices by now!"

"22.50 is the price for a pack of roses."

"22.50 is everybody prices."

"Welcome to 'everybody.'"

"I ain't paid a price increase in 7 years!"

"The price of milk went up, Wren. So does everything else."

She was seeing red, I knew it. There's a vein in her forehead that pops out when she's angry and it's the same shape as the river that runs through my home town. She sized me up, as if wondering if she could take me.

I'm 256 pounds of 4H beef, and I have a knife. Try me.

"I'm gonna call Kyle on this."

"Do it." A lifetime of retail has made me immune to 'I'd like to speak to the manager.'

She grumbled and put things back. Carrie offered to watch her, I held up my hand.

"Can you do something for me on these carns? They're the last pack in there and they're lookin' kinda ratty."

"9.50."

"9.50's the regular price."

"Regular price is $14."

"No it ain't."

"Is today. You're taking our last pack and we need those for funerals."

She put them back.

She gave me a credit card. It seemed fake, but it ran. Every time I see here, she's got a different card. Did she print this one this morning, too? At least she stopped trying to sell me on Bitcoin. As you can see, it made her incredibly wealthy.

She gathered her things and left. "Guess I'm getting the rest of my flowers from KROGER!"

There are things you want to say. Like... I hope they enjoy your company just as much as we do. Or: Haven't graced them with your presence in awhile, huh? But at the time, it was better just to watch her leave with her minuscule bunch of flowers. I get a choice in where I loan my voice.

Not here.

Is it over? Nah. She'll be back for another round. But one day she'll finally retire in the way that she's always threatened to. And then? Then it can be as over as it ever will be.

It is shocking to come from a history of retail, where you're not allowed to even hint at the idea of a customer being wrong, where you have to override every single price change to get the scores up, where you have to just let them steal your things and pull the wool over your eyes...

... to flat-out telling someone 'no.'

"No."

It's such a great word.

There are rules and there are rules.

And there are thieves that the rules are made for.

And there are words like 'no.'

And all those things are magic in very human ways.

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drabble night - could ya show us how bucket and miss villian are at one of tonys parties? thanks!!

gasp two drabbles??? yes because i cannot be bothered to check if they’re okay i am just throwing them out into the world like lil birds and expecting them to fly

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"Target acquired," you say, voice low. "Sending data."

Bucky stares at you, champagne flute untouched in his hand.

"This is not a mission and you're not James Bond."

"Partner is going rogue. I repeat, partner is going rogue."

Bucky gives a short wave to some random celeb who walks by. "If Pepper sees you doing this, we're both getting kicked out."

"I fuckin' wish she would." You sigh, leaning back against the bar counter. "Hey, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?"

"None." He knows you can and he does not want to see you try.

"Ugh." You eye the crowd who were too sophisticated to start a game of King's Cup. "Bucky, no offence, but this is so fucking boring."

"Why d'you think I hate them so much?" he murmurs, raising the flute to his lips. "Nearly strangled myself with the curtain chord last ti-"

"Hey guys," Steve has a smile on his face but you can see the pain of a few hundred 'good evening, it's a pleasure to meet you' run deep in his eyes.

"Steven, you fiend." You don't bother looking at him. "Where is the love of my life?"

Steve glances at Bucky.

He raises the glass to his lips. "She's talkin' about T."

Steve, in return, doesn't bother looking at you. "Made the logical choice of not showing up tonight."

"Fuck." You knew that. Just thought she’d be a great pal and not leave you stranded at this godforsaken parties. "Steve, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?

"None," Bucky cuts in before his best friend can answer. “The answer’s none.”

"Don't tell me y'all drank this place dry already,” another voice cuts in.

Bucky silently slides him a whiskey in silent camaraderie.

"Sam, how much do you wanna bet-" You turn to the newest member with shining eyes.

"Stop it,” Bucky interrupts. “No one’s betting on anything.”

"Well, would ya look at that? I collected the whole bunch." You grin at them, dismissing Bucky’s grumpiness. "Hello, boys."

"Tony's gonna notice," Steve says, but he doesn't look too bothered.

“Maybe we’ll finally get kicked out,” Sam raises.

“That’s what I said.” You nurse your temples. “Why am I even here? I’m evil.”

“Only on the weekends,” Bucky reminds.

“It’s Friday night, I turn evil in-” you glance at the clock in the corner of the room -”thirty three minutes.”

“Like an insufferable Cinderella.”

“I like that take on it,” you agree, staring out at the crowd.

It doesn’t seem to be thinning any time soon, but it’s awfully addicting to look at. Glittery and shimmery, full of laughs and false benevolence. Waiters darting about gracefully with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres which Bucky had obnoxiously pronounced as ‘horse divorce’ every single time he saw them.

Like now.

“Horse divorce,” he says.

“Shut the fuck up,” you reply.

Tony does a double take at the sight of four of you, gazing out to the sea of people like you’ve been hypnotized. He backtracks almost immediately and sharply, not exactly thrilled when your eyes slowly trail back to him.

"God didn't give you pretty faces to just be wasting it like this,” he deadpans. “Why the fuck are all of you standing here?"

Steve sighs. “Well, it was good while it lasted.”

“That’s right, go mingle,” Tony chirps as Steve pushes himself away from the counter. “You too, Wilson. People oughta meet their new Captain ‘Murica.”

Which left you and Bucky, both of whom Tony tried to get out there but Bucky’s resting bitch face vehemently disagreed with.

“Don’t ever invite me to a party again, Buck,” you pipe up.

“Only if I get a chance to back out too,” he says, voice low.

“Come over to the sewer drain on 17th Street and I’ll show you what a real good time is,” you propose instead. “There are weekly fights where you battle a guy turned into a crocodile. They got snacks too.”

Sounds interesting. He might just consider it.

Bucky looks up the clock even though he has a perfectly good worn-out watch on his wrist.

"Twenty six minutes till you’re evil again." He glances at you. “Wanna go for a walk?“

"Fuck yeah." You lace your fingers in his and tug him along.

He can’t tell if people have started leaving, or if they’ve just moved away from the floor to better places. Either way, it’s not crowded enough to bump into someone, but just enough attendees to hide the both of you.

"Also hey-" he pulls his hand away for a second to fish something out of his pocket. "I bet ten dollars that you can, so don't fuck it up."

He hands you a bottle cap.

The expression on your face is devilish.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #harmless mini drabbles #Idk what im doing #ari answers #anon

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