#and i was sweating like yes please dont notice his outfit change he is definitely still in the tower

[cobaltfluff]

ksjfjsks i was at a con today and heard someone VERY loudly partway through a rant about how some part of Shadowbringers jUST "ISN'T WHAT FINAL FANTASY FOURTEEN MEANS TO ME" and their friend was just "mmm ok but consider this"

lmaoooo i was like... things getting heated over here

#dust bunny #i for one very much love Shadowbringers #and it has become what ffxiv means to me #i would have liked to eavesdrop a bit longer #but i was tryna find my friends kdjfjks #i also saw a really neat warrior or light cosplay #i was like MR FINALFANTASY HIMSELF! #i think it was more OG warrior of light than elidibus #but man i only play 14 so idk the lore #except that it always makes me cry. so. #also my friends kept pointing out the graha merch to me #they were like omg your fav catboy who sacrifices himself and seals himself in the tower!! #and i was sweating like yes please dont notice his outfit change he is definitely still in the tower #(they're only up to HW) #how long until they get spoiled that he's actually BEST BOY

[totheendofthelinepal]

MAN OF HONOR (PART ONE)

Summary: You were dreading a certain wedding you were involved in, desperate to find a suitable date that could pass as your fake boyfriend. Luckily, Bucky Barnes had nothing better to do. 

Notes: NSFW (18+), Swearing

For the fourth time, your head had met the counter. It didnt help that Tony used the most expensive granite he could find, well then it again it might help with the impact. You groaned out, the thought brimming once again you had to fly away tomorrow to your little sister’s wedding. It wasn’t only the fact she was younger than you, it was the fact she was most definitely making it known she is getting hitched off before you are - which makes you the exhibit of the wedding. You weren’t prepared for all of the comments of you being old, needing to get married - kids. The whole shabang. Now two days away, you had exhausted every possible option of a date - you were at your wits end. Sitting in your misery, you heard a soft laugh above you. Flickering your eyes upward, you saw your best friend clearly amused by the fact you could possibly be acting over dramatic. 

“You know, it doesn’t help much - banging your head on the counter.” Wanda smirked, pouring you a small cup of coffee. 

“You’re right, if its not a headboard its not worth it.” You coughed out, wiping away the small ache you had collected to your forehead. 

“Just so you know, you haven’t asked…everyone.” Wanda smirked once again, bringing her coffee to sip.

You already began to shake your head, the thought that she planted was already being pushed out of your mind. There was no way in hell you were going to ask the only bachelor left in the Avengers compound.

“Are you insane?” You knitted your brow, “Mr. Grouch? there’s no way.”

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad.” Wanda defended, and she motioned to the workout facility. 

“No. Wanda. I’m not. He’s a huge pain in the ass.” You rolled your eyes, hoping she would deter already from the topic, “Besides. He wouldn’t go anyways.”

You shuffled throughout the halls, nearing the workout area. As much as you fought it, it was your only hope to show up to the wedding with some dignity. You already could feel the confusion brimming in your mind, hearing a rather modern song begin to echo as you neared the door. Sure enough, it was a song you had heard just the other day - and you remembered writing it down. You always liked chainsmokers - and their newest hit was something you had been playing on repeat. Now it was ringing throughout the workout room. Your eyes had finally caught him, and you were genuinely surprised at how good he looked. You had only had a couple of interactions with him - obviously through Steve. You had heard stories of his past, he was the infamous Winter Soldier - but in honesty it didnt frighten you that much. He wasn’t that man anymore, now he was known as Steve Rogers best friend. You watched only for a lingering moment, taking in that he had clearly been working hard in here. His hair was pulled back, a few strands falling from his workout. He was covered in a sheen sweat, and you noticed yourself swallowing now. It was no secret he was fit, his frame was incredibly large - he could took take you out in mere seconds. Which is why you hesitated, but you needed to move forward. 

“B-Bucky?” You choked out, and noticed the music was a little loud for him to hear you.

His hands met the punching bag, and you wanted to ignore it - but his low grunts from the blows was beginning to cause you to sweat. 

“Bucky?” You nearly yelled out now, and finally he turned.

He was out of breath, and you noticed the front of his black shirt was slightly damp. 

“Can I help you?” He huffed out, his expression clearly confused as to why you were talking to him.

“Uh- I was just, wondering-“ You stammered, your eyes flickering across his sweats hanging low to his waist.

“Wondering? What?” Bucky began to unwrap his flesh hand, and you noticed that they had grown slightly bloody from his harsh workout. 

“Well I have this-“ You stammered even more, “I have a wedding this weekend. I know this sounds crazy, But I���ll do something for you in return if you could maybe, think about possibly-“

“Spit it out, Doll.” Bucky sighed, closing his eyes in slight annoyance.

“I have my little sisters wedding, and I need a date. My ex will be there, and I can’t go alone in front of my family.” You blurted it all out, and you realized you probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.

“Oh right. The one you asked Steve go to, and Sam…Let’s see who else” He cleary sounded annoyed now, and you knew how bad it sounded.

“Come on, Bucky-“ You choked out.

“No really, its flattering. Being your last choice. Is it because I’m Scary?” Bucky was now teasing, shaking his head as he walked away.

“Please.” You almost sounded begging, but you didnt care, “Please, Bucky.”

He stopped in his steps, and you had hoped that was a sign of him thinking about it. 

“Fine.” He sighed out, “We’re leaving tomorrow?”

“Oh my god, thank you.” You couldn’t help your excitement, “Yes, yeah. we leave tomorrow.”

“I’m saying this now, just so we’re clear. I’m not your goddamn ken doll.” Bucky looked to you, his blue eyes nearly piercing to you.

“Yes. Of course.” You motioned, taking a deep breath, “Just, please. Be…nice?”

Bucky only glared to you, and you realized you could’ve gone without saying it. 

“Oh I’ll be nice.” His eyes traveled you, “See you tomorrow.”

You released a sigh, as if you were holding your breath all this time.

Planes Suck. That was the only thought that was in your mind, but you managed to still look somewhat presentable. Already the two of you had conflict, Bucky explaining he was going to be late - which ended up him getting a flight an hour after yours. Which led you to this moment, waiting for him in the London airport. You took the time in the airport bathrooms, refreshing your waves - changing into your dress for the Brunch your Mother had planned for the wedding party. You went with the safe option, the peach and beige dress. It was classified as your lucky dress, whenever you wore it something wonderful happened - you were hoping today was the case. You sighed out, taking yet another glance to your watch - you only had 2 hours to get to the country house, and Bucky was still nowhere to be found. You pulled out your phone, ready to call him to see what the hell was taking so long. Your eyes flickered upwards in the right moment, and you were unsure of what to do with yourself. Without control, your mouth hung open - seeing Bucky finally walk towards you. You swallowed harshly, you had never seen him look so incredibly dapper. He wasn’t kidding, he wasn’t taking this lightly.

“Close your mouth, doll. Its just an outfit.” Bucky sighed, pulling your elbow up from the seat. 

“Jesus, where the hell did you get that?” You finally choked out, your eyes still looking over the suit.

“Does it matter?” Bucky spoke softly, “It’s no tux.”

“Yeah but…shit. Thank you.” You blinked wildly, still feeling his hands guide you.

“You got it, Darlin’” Bucky had a teasing tone, already mocking you.

“Seriously, Be nice.” You already grew annoyed, knowing he was going to give you shit this whole trip. 

You had to deal with it for two weeks.

You nearly cursed the car that it took you there in a hurry, and the sight of the country house made your skin now sweat. It had been 4 years since you had been here, your mother married to the man who had lived outside of London his whole life. You were the only one who decided to stay in America, which clearly made you some kind of an outcast. But now you were back in the house that most of your heartache resided in every visit. Most of all the man you used to love also lived near here, and you had found out he was a part of the wedding party. The thought of seeing him again, it made your heart nearly burst. He had caused you so much pain, yet he went on living his life as if nothing happened. Out of nervousness, you began to chew at the bottom of your lip - wondering if you could muster the courage to actually get out of the vehicle.

“Go before me.” Bucky sighed, and you watched him already remove himself from the car.

“Are you crazy? the whole point of you being here is to go in with me, at the same time.” You sighed out, following his actions.

Bucky smiled only for a moment, “I know what I’m doing, Doll. Get your ass in there.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing there was no point in arguing - if there was one thing you knew about Bucky was that he was stubborn, and didnt take the option of no very well. You straightened your dress, turning one last time to see him practically shooing you forward. Taking a deep breath, you moved across the lawn. You gripped at your coat, the near fall weather was causing goosebumps to prickle along your arms and legs. You knew you should’ve worn something else. Once your feet had hit inside of the home you knew, all eyes slowly turned to you.

“Oh, sweetie. Why didnt you wear the blue number I sent you?” Your mother shuffled to you, and quickly your little sister caught your eye.

“Teddybear!” Your little sister nearly squealed, and you shut your eyes to your nickname. It came because you carried the small stuffed bear your father gave you when you were little - needless to say they never let you live it down.

“Please dont call me that.” You grumbled out, feeling your mother already latch to you.

“Honey, I thought you were bringing a date-“ She sighed to your ear, and you knew it was coming.

“Did he stand you up?” Your little sister looked to you in mock sympathy, and you hated Bucky for staying at the car for whatever damn reason.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, you saw your ex now flicker his eyes to you - and he hadn’t changed in expression. You thought you couldn’t breathe to the sight of him, and now a woman closely to his side. Of course he had a date. You removed your coat, your mother raising her brow to the sight of the dress you were wearing. Part of you wore it to spite her. Your mother opened her mouth, and you knew she was about to say something about it - that was until you felt a pair of hands to your back. Giving you no time to process, you understood why Bucky stayed behind. Your eyes shot open, feeling his soft lips crash to you within seconds. Knowing it mustve looked odd, you relaxed to the touch - and for a brief moment you began to taste his lips. You nearly whimpered, feeling his hands grip to the small of your back - and then he pulled away. Standing dumbfounded, you had to wipe slightly at your lips - god you weren’t expecting him to taste that good.

“There you are, sweetheart.” Bucky took a breath, and you watched his blue eyes look to you in complete amusement, “I already missed you.”

You finally looked to your mother, her mouth still dropped to what she just witnessed. 

“M-Mom. this is-“

“James Buchanan Barnes, Ma’am. Nice to meet you.” Bucky flashed a incredibly charming smile, taking her hand to kiss softly.

“Why hello.” Your mother turned slightly pink, laughing at the action.

“You were right, Doll.” Bucky looked to you, still grinning, “You do get your beauty from your Mother.”

You couldn’t believe it, but you heard your mother practically giggle.

“Hi, Hello.” You sister fumbled forward to Bucky’s gaze, and he mirrored his action - taking her hand to his lips.

“Now, You must be the little sister.” Bucky winked, and you saw your sister’s lips turn in a grin, “Here’s to the lucky chrome dome who gets to marry you.”

She giggled too, and you nearly laughed at the sight.

He was good.

“Sorry about that.” Bucky placed his hand to your back, pulling you to his side, “Just can’t keep my hands off her.”

“Well, thats quite alright.” Your mother nodded to you, clearly approving.

“Still in that honeymoon stage, If you know what I mean ma’am.” Bucky winked, and you nearly gasped to the feeling his hand now at your backside.

You took it all in, and you were nearly ecstatic to the sight of your ex trying to get a better look at the two of you.

You were definitely winning.

As your family walked away to return to the party, you noticed Bucky keeping his hands to you.

“Where did that come from?” You turned to him in astonishment.

“1940s, Darlin.” Bucky sighed, pulling you into the home finally.

You managed to make it through the hell of brunch, giving you and Bucky no time to come up with a story. Most of the meal it was quick thinking, and at some point the both of you began to lose your match in stories. You still couldn’t believe that he was here, doing this for you - even if he was technically the last one you asked. Still you appreciated the gesture, but the realization came that you didn’t know Bucky as well as the others. Now here you were, your mother had planted the two of you in the guest bedroom - together.

“So I’m thinking I’ll sleep on the floor.” You coughed out, seeing Bucky already plant his suitcase to the bed.

“What are you, five? Don’t be ridiculous. We can sleep in the same bed” Bucky sighed out, opening the suitcase to grab clothing, “Shower?”

You motioned, swallowing harshly, “I’m just saying wouldn’t it be awkward, or whatever.”

He grinned teasingly to you, “Only if you make it awkward, darlin”

You took a deep breath, bringing the glass you took from brunch - thank god for alcohol. You turned suddenly, Bucky not giving a care in the world of your presence - removing his shirt.

“So we should probably discuss a story. Like how we started dating.” You choked out, “I mean my family knows everyone so it’s not like you’re a total stranger-”

You turned, not thinking anything of it - only to gasp out audibly. He was completely naked. Your mouth dropped, and you screwed your eyes shut - you even heard a soft laugh escape Bucky’s chest.

“If we’re going to be dating, might as well get comfortable, doll.” Bucky chuckled, and you felt him throw a material to your head.

“That doesn’t mean you should-” You did it again without thinking, this time your eyes couldn’t help but fall below the waistline - your mouth dropped again, you’d never seen someone so-

“Just say we met through Wanda, I thought you were cute - so I took you out.” Bucky walked the other direction, and you nearly whimpered to the sight of his ass. You shot your hand up just enough to cover his exposed skin.

“Okay fine just-” You swallowed yet again, “Dont think you can just walk around here naked”

“Why, make you nervous?” Bucky winked, shutting the door finally to the bathroom.

You huffed out, these two weeks were going to be hell.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fandom #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #buckybarnes #marvel #bucky barnes smut

[kingdomofgufalla]

The Change

In the dead of night, Remus stalked around the mind palace angrily. He knew everyone was in their rooms and wouldn’t see him out and about, but he was more angry at how everyone treated him and Ulna. Ulna wasn’t evil by any means, and he wanted the others to know it or experience it for themselves. But, they wouldn’t. Whatever. If they weren’t going to see that anyone could change for the better, he’d make them believe. And with a snap of his fingers, the deed was done. The duke quickly scurried to his room and wiggled under the covers, silently waiting for the other’s to realize the change while giggling madly.

Warning: Accidental nudity

Jack

Jack was the first to morph. It had started randomly in the middle of the night when Jack began to 'feel' the change. And then he felt strange. The part of the plant outside of the soil began to grow while he felt his roots recede and solidify at two different points. His vines then collapsed into two long vines. As his body mass began to protrude and take shape, his conscious was shot forwards and then he opened something. All of a sudden, he could see. He blinked for the first time, looking around the room watching as Virgil slept peacefully. The moment was short lived once he felt himself growing heavier and heavier. Suddenly his hanging pot broke and he fell with a loud thump on the ground. "Ow!"

Virgil awakes with a start, blinking the tiredness out of his eyes. Then he screams. "HOLY FUCK!! WHO ARE YOU?!" Virgil yells, grabbing a nearby book to defend himself from the...naked and very attractive black man in his room. Naked- Virgil turns his eyes away, his cheeks heating up intensely.

Jack quickly wiggles from the loud screech, hearing for the first time in his life. "AAAAA!" He screams himself, his arms flailing as his vines would. He sees he has woken Virgil up from sleeping. "Sorry to disturb you Virgil. But...it’s me Jack." Then his vine-hands go to his mouth. He can speak? He can feel his lips move and makes noises to confirm it. His eyes go wide as he sees his hands.

Virgil is in awe but looks around for clues. The pot was broken and on the ground...and Jack was gone. "Hooooly shit..." Virgil mumbles, locking his eyes onto Jack's face. "How did this- how are you a person?"

Jack plays around with his hand and arm muscles a bit, attempting to get used to them. He extends an arm gently towards Virgil trying to calm him like he would in plant form. "I promise you, Virgil. I know as much as you. I am just as 'freaked' as you are. But breathe...it won’t be solved by screaming about it." He chose his words carefully and tried to breathe with Virgil. The oxygen rushing to his lungs felt so foreign, yet refreshing. Now he saw how it helped calm Virgil down.

"R-right, yeah. Sorry." Virgil takes a few breathes in and out, tossing a pair of sweatpants to Jack. "Here, put something on. Humans wear clothes."

The pair of pants landed on his lap. He extended an arm and attempted to grab when he remembered humans moved their fingers. He bent each one trying to coordinate the movements for what he was trying to do. It was hard but he eventually was able to pick up the pair of pants. He tried the same thing with the right hand. He then looked at his legs and moved them a little bit trying to get his feet in position of the pant holes. It was hard but he got them in. Then he pulled the pants with much effort up his to his thighs. He tried to pull them over but then screached in in pain. The small apendage between the human legs was very tender. He moved it until it was in the sweat pants and continued pulling up. He was able to roll over and arch his back to pull the pants up and over his butt. Then he fell flat on his stomach. "Did I do it?"

Virgil watches, trying not to look at anything private while also making sure Jack didn't hurt himself. "You did. You okay there?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, grabbing a shirt for Jack as well as he walks over.

Jack moved his arms to the ground, trying to get himself off of it like humans did, but was very hard to do. He realized the palms were the best place to push off of and was able to get his face out of the carpet. "I dont think I'm ok Virgil. I'm not a plant anymore, and all I've known is being a plant. This...all of this is so foreign. How do I walk on two legs?"

"That's fair. Let's make sure you can stand before you start to walk, yeah?" Virgil walks over, offering a hand for Jack to help him up.

Jack takes Virgil's hands and wobbly stands up, feeling very unstable and leans wholly on Virgil before getting his second foot up. He threw his arms around Virgil for support finally standing up. "I think I'm up. Thank you."

"Of course, yeah. Let's move to the bed, get you oriented, watch how my legs and feet move." Virgil tells him as they start to head to Virgil's bed.

"Ok." He watches his movements and is able to venture over to the bed and lay down on it. "This is...very soft."

"Yeah, most furniture is." Virgil chuckles, sitting next to Jack. "Just tell me when you're ready to start walking."

He takes a breath and reaches for Virgil. "Yes. I'm ready."

Alma

All the other plants changed at a relatively similar time. Alma was resting when her form started to change. Vines morphing together into single shapes, foreign and strange forms that she didn't understand. She was becoming a human. Alma toppled to the floor with a thud, naked and afraid. Opening her eyes to be able to see, this was too much- She lets out a scream. Tears springing to her eyes without knowing what they were as she called out for the one person she could always turn to. "ROMAN!!" She wails, her whole body shaking with sobs.

Roman stirred awake, switching on the lights and is wide eyed to see a crying naked maiden on the floor who looked to be in her mid-twenties. He thinks fast to his training he did in the mindscape, pulling off the sheet of his bed in one fell swoop. Then quickly covered her shivering body, holding her close. "My fair maiden, what troubles you? What ails you? Also how did you get in here?"

"R-roman, I-" Alma has a quick revelation that she has a mouth and can speak before continuing. "Roman, I've ch-changed, I'm not a plant anymore! What- this form is too much!!" She rasps out, clinging to the prince like her life depends on it, like she'll change again if she lets go.

Roman's eyes bulged out of his head. "Alma!? Its you!? You're...you're human? What happened?!" He glanced towards her pot noticing all traces of the plant was gone. "Oh my stars! Please Alma, I promise I will get this sorted out. Until then hold onto me tightly." He scoops her up bride style, keeping the sheet tight around her and laid her on the bed.

"Don't go." She whispers in the smallest and most terrified tone, gripping onto his arm with a vice strength hold. "Please don't go." Her voice breaks, more tears pouring from her eyes.

"I'm right here Alma. I’m not going anywhere." He ran a hand through her hair trying to soothe her but not sure exactly what to do. "My dear, you have no clothes and you must be cold. Can I conjure clothes for you?"

She simply nods, every movement new, much too new, as she leans into Roman instinctively.

He throws off the covers tries not to look too much, he forms her undergarments and conjures a long sky blue length dress to her form and socks to cover her feet. "How do you feel now, Alma?"

She peers down at the clothes on her, running a- hand? hand- over the fabric slowly. "I...can feel. I can touch and see and breath. Like you." She murmurs, looking up at Roman now with her still watery eyes but her tears have stopped.

"Yes. And I wish I knew why that was. Everything must be terribly new. And I wish I had answers for you. But I don’t and as someone who created you and the land you were in, it pains me to say it. But, I promise we will get to the bottom of this. Until then, Id say we should see Logan. Maybe he'll know what to do. May I carry you again?"

"Please, yes. These...legs are strange. I don't think I'm ready for them yet." She admits, moving them around experimentally.

"Of course. they do take some time getting used to." He scoops her up again. "Then again, I don’t think anyone can quite get comfortable in their own legs. I still trip over my own." He chuckled hoping to make light of the situation and hear Alma's laughter.

She lets out a few giggles at that, smiling. "You definitely do." Her arms wrap around Roman's neck without realizing.

Roman chuckles as he begins to head toward Logan's laboratory, supporting her gently. "I'm glad your memory is still in tact. I'm sure you have all the recollections of me bright faced and laughing in your vines." He chuckled walking out of his room door.

Audrey

It was the dead of night that Audrey started to feel the change. Things compounded. Vine compiled. Flowers folded into the leaves and became her head. Suddenly she could see, feel, and touch. It was all too much. She squealed and fell out of her pot, it crashing on the floor from the heighth of Logan’s table. She began to shiver crying not knowing what was happening to her. She was cold, lying on the floor, and moving her new thicker appendages. "Logan!!! Logan what happened!?"

Logan starts to awaken at the sound, sitting up in his bed and noticing Audrey's pot on the floor. "What?- Audrey?" He murmurs, putting on his glasses and seeing a naked woman on his floor. Extremely odd- wait, was this- "Audrey, is that you?" He rushes to her side, snapping his fingers to summon a simple outfit for her so that she was clothed; a bra, underwear, jeans and a t-shirt.

Audrey froze and stopped shivering, the clothes feeling odd but she was no longer shivering. "Logan?" She spoke again feeling her lips and looking at her hands. "What? I'm human!? How? This shouldnt be possible! Im a plant not a human!" She felt around on the ground moving her arms and felt glasses in her hands she put them on and realized she was able to see better with them. She moved better than other plants, able to get up on her own two feet weighing her body distrubution of weight and balance. "L-Logan!? What's going on?!"  She took a step and almost fell. 

"Whoa, hold on, sweetheart. Let's take a moment to breath. Together." Logan holds her arms gently, looking at her patiently as he starts to take slow breaths, letting her watch and see the pattern of breath.

She watches him and does breathe with him gently. "Logan. I can breathe. Im breathing like you. Your hands are warm. This is warm right? This is what warm feels like? I'm intruiged Logan." She looks around blinking unnecessarily. "Again why am I human?"

"I'm not sure. This is all very odd, I must say. But yes, this is warm and you are breathing." Logan confirms, running a hand over her hair in a comforting gesture.

She closes her eyes sighing. "I understand why touch is comforting for humans. That is very calming." She leaned into him.

"So Patton has told me." He muses, a small smile on his lips. "My best guess is that someone or something from Roman's realm made its way here and changed you and possibly the others. But if you feel more comfortable, we can stay in my room for the time being."

Audrey thought. "Although I want to be a plant again. Id like to explore this new form." She quickly turns to him. "Because I'm human, does that mean I'm ticklish too now?"

"Possibly. Most humans have at least one sensitive spot. But for now, let's focus on basic functions. Walking, using your hands, mobility." Logan's tone is soft, holding one of Audrey's hands.

She takes his hands and is a little wobbly at first but gets a hold of it with the next few steps able to walked by herself. She moves both of her arms, shoulders, and hands, bending each finger gently. "I seem to be fine in mobility. No catches or abnormalities."

"That's good. Just to be safe, get used to walking around a bit. New limbs and a new body need time to adjust in." Logan watches in amazement at how fast Audrey was learning.

Audrey takes a couple steps, able to walk faster, turn every which way. Then she tries walking backwards, almost falling but getting back up. She tries to run a bit, but almost landed on her ankle wrong so she stopped running. "Legs are amazing. Roots were good too, but I actually prefer legs. More versatile. Wait...because I dont feed from laughter anymore does this mean I have to eat actual food? I can taste actual pizza now!?"

Logan chuckles at her enthusiasm, standing and walking over to her. "One thing at a time, my dear, we'll get to everything soon enough. You most certainly can eat real food now."

"Oh Alright." She giggles too and tries to jump actually doing the splits mid-air, but feeling light headed after. "Okay! Okay. Fine, fine. One thing at a time."

Cotton

Cotton had no clue what was happening but it didn't feel normal. His mouth was shrinking and losing its feathers, his neck growing smaller and smaller until his whole body became...human. He stumbled out of his pot, knocking it over and dirt spilling out in the process. He opened his mouth but no sound came out, only soft whimpers as he crawls his way over to Patton's bed. Patton.

Patton stirred in his sleep while turning over. A small smile on his face as he dreamed of puppies and his Cotton, unbeknownst the plant was human beside him. He heard a whimper and yawned a bit turning back over, eyes still closed. "Not now Cotton..." He mummbled sleepily.

Cotton struggles to stand, leaning heavily against the bed for support as he gently shakes Patton's shoulder, desperate now as tears begin to form in his eyes.

Patton is shoved awake, coming face to face with a crying human. His dad instincts come in and he reaches to pull the adorable chubby human into his arms. "Hey...hey it’s ok. Shhhh... How'd you get in here?" He rubs his back gently.

Cotton practically melts in his human's embrace, pointing over to the pot on the floor, hoping he would figure it out.

Patton squinted through the darkness, reaching for his glasses. "I’m going to turn the light on okay?" He rubbed Cotton's back and flipped the light on, the spilt pot coming into view. His eyes widened. "Cotton!?" He turned to the human beside him. "Cotton? Is that you?!"

He nods furiously, his hands grabbing onto one of Patton's hands instinctively.

Patton catches Cotton's hands, quite flabbergasted at the whole thing. "You’re human!! And quite adorable as well. Oh gosh this must all be so new? Do you know how you changed?" He asked gently and continued rubbing his back.

He shakes his head at the last question, looking around at everything. This was all new. And goodness gracious, he knew Patton was cute, but seeing him was so much better! He was so lucky.

Patton smiled gently at him, holding his hands and played with his fingers. "Okay buddy. We are going to take this slow and one step at a time alright? First thing first. Can you talk or speak at all?"

Cotton tries to use a few words he knows by heart, 'good boy, treat, Patton'. But no sound leaves his lips. His hands are fidgeting though...maybe... "No." He signs out, not completely sure what he just did, only that he technically just spoke.

Patton jumped up in surprise! "Cotton! You can speak! You can speak with your hands. Here!" Patton signs out 'Cotton' with his hands to the human. "Its called sign language! Try saying your name in the same way."

Cotton grins wide at this discovery, slowly but surely forming his name. 'Cotton.' He liked this signing stuff.

Patton grinned just as wide. "You're doing great Cotton. Now can you sign to me what you touch right now? Just touch. We will focus on the other four senses later."

'Bed. Blanket. Patton.' He signs, resting a hand on Patton's knee as he does.

"Perfect. Now what can you see with those beautiful blue eyes of yours?" He cups Cotton's face gently, kissing him on the forehead as he had done so many times while he was in plant form.

Cotton lets out a few giggles at this, signing a few words. 'Room. Window. Pot. Patton.'

Patton cuddles him closer. "Wonderful! You are doing amazing Cotton. Alright, can you smell anything? You've never been able to smell anything before, so I'm wondering if the cookies beside my bed had any smell to them. If its too much sensing I understand, but go ahead and take a whiff if you think you can. No pressure though! Let me know how you feel."

He takes a few deep inhales, trying to smell what was in the room. It takes him a few seconds but he can smell a few things. 'Dirt. Cookies. Sweet.' He takes another sniff, leaning into the other a bit. 'Patton.'

Patton chuckles lightly. "I have a smell? Thats actually rather comforting. Im always worried I smell bad. But onto hearing, what can you hear? Most likely my voice but is there anything else?"

Cotton tries to hone in on any noise he can, hearing a couple things. 'Creaking. Scream. Alma.' He signs out as a screech resonates through the house, feminine and loud.

Patton turns around. "Thats Alma!?" He says quickly and worriedly. "Wait, plants can hear each other in plant forms? That must mean all the other plants had turned into humans too. Would you like to come with me to check on all of them?"

He nods frantically, rushing off the bed but quickly falling to the ground. He messily sits up, shaking the vertigo out of his head.

"Cotton!!" Patton gasps and is at his side immediately. "You can’t walk by yourself yet. Here. Let me help you up." Patton helps Cotton up and puts his arm over his shoulder and walking him up the door. "C'mon buddy. Lets go."

Cotton's arms wrap around Patton as they walk, his new legs slowly getting used to being used.

Kaa

Kaa was having a pleasant rest in the corner when they felt the change. It was rapid, sporadic, and extremely unnatural. The trunk grew out, and the branches shrunk in. They flailed as it happened, the new Orpheus opening and immediately let out a loud yelp, falling from their pot. They continued to make noises, scratching at the ground, two things blinked open and they could see. They used the new supposed roots and branches to scoot themselves back to the wall and they let out another sound of terror looking at the room around them. "Dee..."

Deceit awakens sharply at the sudden yelp, looking around and seeing a naked person on the floor of his bedroom. "Who are you?" He asks, his snake eye shimmering in the darkness. "How did you get here?" His tone is curious but not threatening, not wanting to scare this newcomer.

Kaa is surprised that Deceit doesn't reccognise them and cocks their head to the side. Then he simply raises their hand and screams. "Aaaaa!!!" He looks at their pot and screams again, then points to themself. "Dee! It's me Kaa!" Then their hands fly to their mouth.

"Kaa? But-" He flips on a lamp, shedding soft light across the room. "Indeed you are." Deceit nods, moving over to the humanized plant slowly, as not to startle them. "Take a few breaths, Kaa. You are alright."

Kaa shields themself from the light and grimaces, getting used to the new type of information flooding their senses. "Deceit...what happened?" Kaa reached a hand awkwardly toward their side.

He reaches out to gently hold Kaa's hand, kneeling next to them. "I unfortunately don’t know. Are you okay? Do you have any injuries?

Kaa looks at their form, unsure. "Not that I can see. I’m more...freaked out than anything. How do all of you deal with these...forms?" They tried to stand up, but fall down on their butt. "Ouch! Was that pain!? I hate it!"

"That was pain, yes. And it's quite unpleasant." Deceit can't help but grin softly, offering his hand to the other. "Let's try to walk, yes?"

"Am I able too? My legs feel like...I dunno...I don’t know what to call this." They grasped Deceit's hand awkwardly and clung onto him, almost falling down again. "Its...so weird..."

"New?" He offers, standing slowly and keeping a firm but gentle hold on Kaa.

"Is this how you all feel everyday? Is this what cold is?" They shiver, cuddling up to Deceit. "You're warm then. It's not comforting." Kaa gently teases, trying to mimic his leg movements.

Deceit rolls his eyes fondly, his smile remaining. "It's good to see your personality hasn’t changed." He wraps a jacket around Kaa's shoulders, grabbing a long shirt, offering it to them. "Here, this will keep you warm."

Kaa grabs it awkwardly does their best to throw it on. They shruggle it on and walk with Deceit. "Thanks dude. I could get used to talking with you."

Coco

Remy laid on his bed tapping away at his phone, an arm under his head as the notif sound went off once ever awhile. He watched Coco out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing she'd reach for his ticklish palm sooner or later.

For her, the change was extremely sudden. Vines and stems changing into limbs and organs as Coco rolls onto the floor, undressed and terrified. "H..Help! Please!! ReMY!" She barely whispers at first, but slowly finds her voice, yelling only slightly, fear caging her volume.

Remy hears the thud first looking over and watching in horror as Coco changed. "What the!? Coco!? Holy shit. Uhh...Coco stay calm. Stay calm girl." He jumps to his feet, grabs his jacket and covers her front after kneeling down next to her. "Hey. You're gonna be alright okay? Girl, you just turned human! That...I don’t think was supposed to happen." He held her gently, bewildered and unsure of what to do.

Coco clutches onto the jacket weakly, leaning into Remy and trying to hold back her tears. "I-I'm not supposed to be human. Wh-what do I do? How- how do I act?" She asks quickly, looking up at Remy with desperation.

"Hey hey. You're gonna be okay. I don’t have a clue what happened, but I promise everything’s going to be alright. First things first, we have to get you some clothes alright? I'm gonna pick you up, don’t be alarmed at anything you feel. But let me know if anything is uncomfortable for you, ok girl?"

"Okay. Th-thank you, Remy." She mumbles, waiting for the man to do something, anything, to help her feel at least a little normal.

He scoops her up and walks over to his closet picking out a pair of sweat pants and a Jean jacket. "This should be enough for now." He carefully sets her on the bed, still making sure the jacket covers her up. "I'm going to clothe your lower half first ok? So raise your leg if you can and I'll pull it over you." He gets the swear pants ready.

She moves her leg up shakily, nodding slowly. "Y-you're too nice to m-me, Remy. So c-cold.." She murmurs, cuddling the jacket close.

He slips that pant leg up and does the same with the other leg. Lifting her back side up so he can pull it over to her waist. "Awesome. You are doing amazing Coco. And its just curteousy and I love you Coco. Doesnt matter what form you are in. You'll always be my friend. Now for the jacket, I'm going to roll you over gently." He does so and turns her face to him. "Stretch your arms out, this'll keep your top part warm."

"I love you too." She can't help but smile, blushing softly as she stretches her arms as instructed.

He guides her wrists into each arm of the jacket, pulling it snug around her and buttoning it after turning iher upright again. She was fully clothed. "Great! You’re still doing good. Would you like to try to walk? I’d like to get this sorted out before we sleep. I wonder if the same thing happened to the other plants." He took her hand gently.

"Good idea." She nods, letting her feet touch the ground experimentally.

He holds her as she walks on the ground. He walks in sync with her as they begin to walk out of the room. "Atta girl. Nice and easy."

Appa

The change was sudden and Appa had an idea of what was going on when it happened. They couldn’t believe it was though. Fingers. Toes. Mouth...nose...then their eyes opened and they saw for the first time. They fell out of the pot onto the ground and instantly was wide eyed at everything. Appa felt around, more bewildered than anything else, getting a feel for the new limbs. "I'm human? I’m human! How? Emile! Emile please wake up!" They had trouble standing.

Picani blinks a few times, fumbling for his glasses and his eyes adjusting to the light and the new person in his room. Hold up- "OH GOSH!!" Emile yelps, jumping a bit. "How...do you know my name?"

Appa falls on the ground trying to stand up but is unable too. "Emile its me Appa! I know I don’t look like it because Im human now, but honest! Look at my pot!" Appa falls to the ground trying to get up but leeeggss. "Legs are much harder to use than they seem." They struggle out.

Emile looks at the pot, then back at Appa. "How peculiar...oh! Here, hold on, lemme help you there, bud." Emile quickly stands, stepping over to help them stand, keeping one arm around their back.

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Appa clings onto Emile and stabilizes themself. "I dont look like at all what I imagined myself to be as a human." Appa mummbled. "Im not dissappointed though. Id rather not deal with legs right now. They are very hard to control." Appa joked chuckling holding onto the therapist for support.

"They can be, at first." Picani agrees with a giggle, moving Appa to sit on his bed, examining him for any wounds or bumps or bruises. "Nothing out of the...ordinary..." Emile's voice falters as he runs a thumb over Appa's left hand, seeing a large burn mark covering most of the skin there.

Appa looks down and their eyes widen at that. "Oh Emile. Please I know whats going through that smart brain of yours. It wasn’t your fault and stop beating yourself up about it." They used that hand to grasp Emile's hand with it, holding it lovely. It seemed Appa had better control over their arms than the other plants.

"I- I know. It's just..." He looks at their hands, planting a soft kiss to the burn scar. "I wish I could take it back, sweet Appa. You didn't deserve that."

"It was an accident Emile Picani. I know you may never forgive yourself, but can I ask you to see it as an opportunity and a tool to bring us closer in our friendship, rather than something unfortunate that happened? Some good came out of it. And I wouldn’t take it back because it lead to some of the happiest moments of my plant life. Moments I got to spend with you. Goodness it means a lot more actually speaking it than writing it on a white board." Appa tears up, understanding the power of the spoken word.

Picani's eyes start to water as well but he smiles. "It's true. And thank you, Appa. It means a lot to hear that from you."

Appa throws their arms around Picani in a nice big hug. "And I get to hug you for real now! Oh this is so nice! Now I understand why hugs are essential! I love you very much Emile."

"Oh, goodness, I love you so much, too, Appa!" He squeals in delight, returning the embrace with a wide grin.

Appa laughs loud for the first time in their human form. "As much as I’d love to pretend nothing is wrong, I'm still unnerved as to why I’m not a plant anymore. What do you think we should do?"

"That's fair. I say we check on the others, make sure they're okay. Or okay as humans, possibly. You can't be the only one affected." Picani suggests, absolutely adoring the other's laugh.

Appa blushes and holds onto Emile as they try walking again. "I didn’t think I was." Suddenly a loud scream can be heard throughout the mindscape. "Alma!" Appa shouts. "That's Alma's voice!"

Emile gets a worried expression, looking toward the source of the scream. "Let's go! Well, carefully-" He keeps a hand around Appa as they walk.

"Thank you Emile." Appa learns to walk as quickly as possible. "Do hurry."

The plants are now human.

(Their human appearances I will put in a different post. Just to help give you guys another visual to go off of.)

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It’s a Boy-Girl Thing - E.D.

Authors note: I’M BACK! for those who care: my holiday was sO MUCH FUN OH MY GOD!! I had the bEST time!!! sadly school has started again and i’m drowning in homework again!!! 

disclaimer 1: over these past few weeks I’ve received so many asks about whether or not I was still gonna update this: the answer is YES!

I hate the feeling of letting you all wait or maybe letting you down when i’m not posting as often as i (and you) would want me to. 

the things is that (and this might come as a shocker) actually do have a life outside of tumblr. I’m in my senior year of high school and I trying to get good grades, so I can get into a good university next year...

I do love writing this and I am so excited to continue writing this story (and more!!) and I will not stop until this story is finished!!! I promise ahha!! I see those messages as a compliment (bc apparently you all like this very much and want to read more) but sometimes they make me feel a little bad/stressed because i feel like I’m let you all down... so yea..... I hope you all understand! 

(what im trying to say is that i dont really mind those asks but at the same time it won't help asking bc YES i will be updating: but only when I’m able to...) (which will be regularly again next week!!!!) (promise)

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Part 9 一 ANIMOSITY

Summary: Ethan and Y/N are neighbors. And although Y/N is on good terms with Ethan’s twin brother Grayson, Y/N and Ethan loathe each other and are constantly in dispute. Ethan is a populair varsity football player, who likes to be in the spotlight. Y/N prefers to stay under the radar, while reading books and poetry.

Although the constant bickering between the two drives everyone around them crazy - the two live their separate lives peacefully. At least that’s how it was until they wake up one morning and every had changed…

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You liked sports. You honestly liked being active. But not in late summer, when it was hot like an oven outside and the air humid.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your back, your shirt completely drenched. Your heart beat banging in your head and your legs shaking. You squint your eyes against the intense sunset.

Ethan had made you run around the field all afternoon. He had made you run laps, do pushups, situps and all different sorts of exercises which names you had forgotten right after Ethan said you could stop doing them. After finishing you had dropped yourself next to Ethan on the grass: completely worn out.

‘What are you doing?’ Ethan had asked.

‘I’m taking a break. Actually, not even a break: I’m done! I think if I continue I might get a heart attack or something,’ you breath still went rapidly.

Ethan just laughed while grabbing a water bottle from the cooler he had taken with him. ‘What are you on about? This was the warming up!’ He threw a cold bottle of water next to you in the grass. Your hands quickly opened it and you gulped down half of the bottle before glaring at Ethan.

‘I’m definitely warm…’ You mumbled annoyed.

Slowly you had gotten up from the grass and Ethan had made you catch footballs for an hour. The sun was now setting and your whole body ached. You fell onto the bench at the side of the field.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave this bench. I can’t carry your body anymore Eth,’ you sighed and wiped your forehead with his shirt. It didn’t help much: your shirt was completely soak. Ethan stood in front of you, grinning. Silently you watched the sunset behind the hills.

‘Let’s go home,’ you said, getting up. You grabbed your bag and looked at Ethan. He was still smiling at you. ‘I thought you said “you were never gonna be able to get off that bench”,’ he chucked at you. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but let a smile creep on your face.

‘We really need to head home though. Grayson said something about a party this morning and I think he really wants to go,’ you say as you walk towards the parking lot where Ethan had parked your car earlier.

‘Who’s hosting the party?’ Ethan asked you, eyeing your in a curious manner.

‘Austin, I think…’ You say, trying to remember what Grayson had said this morning. ‘He said Austin invited you both. And that it would be a big party. Apparently his parents are out of town.’

‘You should go,’ Ethan says, as he opens the trunk. You put the footballs and bottles of water and other training gear in the trunk.

‘I don’t want to go,’ you say in all honesty. Ethan rolls his eyes as he closes the trunk again.

‘Grayson and I never go somewhere alone-’

‘Yea, that’s kinda weird: you two should try to being more independent,’ you cut him off. Ethan eyes you angrily - irritated that you cut him off, but ignores your comment.

‘Like I said, before you cut me off: we never go somewhere alone. If Grayson wants to go: you go with him,’ Ethan says as he walks towards the driver seat. You walk towards passengers seat and get into your car.

‘I don’t like those kind of parties! What do you want me to do while I’m there?! Also; this could only go wrong. Someone will definitely notice something’s off!’ You tell him, trying to convince him why you shouldn’t go to Austin’s party.

‘You can try talking to some girls?’ Ethan suggests chuckeling, but quickly comes back from his idea: ‘Wait, no! Don’t talk to girls! You’ll for sure embarrass me!’

You glare at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Y/N, you might have a 4.0 on your GPA but you definitely don’t have a 4.0 in flirting,’ Ethan laughs at his own joke.

‘I’m not that bad….’ You say softly.

‘You know what, I’ll go to the party as well. That way I can keep an eye on you so you don’t embarrass me too much.’ Ethan says. You give him another glare. Annoyed how he won’t trust you.

The field wasn’t far from your home. Ethan parked in front of the Dolan house and you got out of the car.

‘Do you need to pick an outfit for tonight too - or do you trust me to pick one out myself without embarrassing you?’ You snarled at him. Ethan looked unimpressed by your remark.

‘Nah, you’re good,’ he simply said, pushing a strand of your long hair out of his face. In the days that he had been trapped in your body, he had only wore your hair down. It was now that you relised it was probably because he didn’t know how to tie a ponytail with long hair. You huffed and walked towards the trunk where you got the footballs and other training gear.

You walked towards the Dolan house without saying goodbye to Ethan. You dumped the training gear in the garage and walked immediately upstairs. You grabbed a clean pair of undrwear and some basketball shorts and walked towards the shower.

You took a quick shower - the same way you did that morning. This time the towel didn’t drop and you got the underwear on in one go. You stood infront of Ethan’s side of the sink and sprayed on some cologne. You closed your eyes as you inhaled the scent: it was smelled very good.

You walked out of the bathroom and layed down on Ethan’s bed. The party wouldn’t start till 9:30 - so you had a good three hours to kill.

Before you really could think of something to do, Grayson barched into the room. These boys left eachother no privacy did they?!

‘E,’ he exclaimed as he jumbed on the bed next to you, ‘wanna play some video games?’

And before you knew it, you were walking towards Grayson’s room. It was practially the same as Ethan - but with different colored bedsheets and instead of a poster of a motercycle there was a poster of old looking car. You recognised Grayson’s Ford Bronco - altough the one on the poster was red in color. Grayson turned the PlayStation on and handed you a controller.

‘Dude!!’ Grayson yelled at you. You stared at the screen. “YOU DIED” it read in thic red letters.

‘I swear I shot them first! I don’t know how I died?!’ You said annoyed.

‘Why are you so bad at this game?! Did you lose all your skills while haning out with Y/N today or something?!’ Grayson said jokingly, although he stilled looked a little annoyed at you for losing.

‘No,’ you mumbed while restarting the game. Playing video games was more fun then you innitionally thought it would be. Grayson was good company too, chatting away about his day.

‘How is Y/N doing?’ Grayson asks suddenly. You huff, concentrating on the game, ‘she’s good.’

Grayson falls back on the bed, starring at the ceiling, ‘she looks good.’

His comment makes you forget the game and within a second the red letters spelling out “YOU LOST” fill the tv screen again.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You ask Grayson, confused. Grayson gives you a ‘like you don’t know what I’m talking about’-look. You gave him the ‘I-really-don’t-have-a-fucking-clue-what-you’re-talking-about-so-tell-me-now’-kind of look.

‘You said it yourself E: she has a good ass!’

You look at him in shock. It was weird hearing Grayson making comments about your ass - well just any ass - without getting red and flushed.

‘I never said that!’ Ethan would never say something like that about you!

‘Yea you did, like three days ago,’ Grayson says while taking the controller from you hands. ‘But don’t worry, I won’t tell Sophia tonight.’ He chuckles at his own joke. He walked towards the PlayStation and turns it off.

‘Is she gonna be there too?’ You mentally roll your eyes. Your energy level for this party just dropped to minus 6.

‘Yea, so let’s have some diner and get ready for this party,’ Grayson says as he walks out of his room. When he’s halfway down the stairs you hear him laugh and say:

‘and don’t forget to bring protection! We don’t want any surprises in 9 months!’

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[alternatejasper]

Your Daddy's Girl

Wednesday 

I watched him everyday during the summertime. His melanin would glisten in the suns rays. He would mow his mothers lawn on Sundays and help her with the flowerbed. Sunday was my favorite day to admire him because he would be outside with no shirt on. It was like a ritual. Watching his sweaty body move across the front yard was better than church to me.

This sunday was different. I stood by my window on the second floor of my house and patiently waited. After twenty minutes he didn't come. This was strange to me. I watched him every summer for 4 years mow the lawn on sunday at nine in the morning. His small frail mother was tending to her flowers. I waited at my window a little longer, he never came out  I wondered to myself, “where is he?”.

If you haven't noticed I have an obsession with him. Ive been since i became his neighbor a little over two years ago. He is the definition of tall dark and handsome. His teeth are whiter than the sun is yellow and the sky is blue.

After being at my window for so long I decided to go walk my dog. His house is to the left of mine so I decided to go right. I don’t like walking past his house. It makes me nervous. 

I started  to make my way back home and couldn't help but wonder if he was home yet. My thoughts wondered around. As i approached my house i noticed there was a red car parked outside. I've never seen this car at his house before. The closer i got to home the more anxious i got. Why is this Sunday so different than any other Sunday in the last two years. He has a schedule and i have a ritual. Today is out of place.

 I slowly approached my mailbox in hopes to buy me time to see who is in the car. I can tell in the passenger it was him. I know by the shadow in his jaw line. But who is driving?  There was nothing in my mailbox so i continued letting the dog play in the front yard to buy me some more time. I needed to see who was in that car.

He got out the red sedan and made his way to he front door. As the car passed I looked. Its a girl. Shes pretty. I didn't know how to feel in that moment. I had no right to be angry. He isn't mine, I’m not in a relationship with him, and he doesn't even know me. Im not upset because he was with a girl. Im upset because this random girl ruined our Sunday ritual.

  went in my house. I  didn't want to hear the thoughts i was thinking. My mother was in our library room. We have a library room because i am home schooled, and my mother works from home. We spend alot of time here. By “we”  I mean my mother and myself. My dad is not in the picture.

“Victoria, come here please”  she called.

I slowly walked into the library not concerned about what she had to say i had my own concerns about my two year obsession.

“Sweetheart, I just got the mail. Our neighbors are having a party at their home to celebrate 20 years of marriage. The party is on Friday, lets go shopping for a gift and outfits today”

“Our neighbors who? Miss Johnson isn't married.” I replied hoping she wouldn't give me the answer I dreaded.

“No Vicky I mean the Langlys’ , are you going shopping with me or not?’

Why did it have to be them. The neighbor to my left out of all neighbors. I cant decide if this is good or bad. Im going into his home. Will i be awkward? Will he even like me? Who is going to be there? I dont think I can go. 

“Victoria are you coming?’ my mother interrupted.

“Yes, let me go change” I replied.

I went to my room only to hear the familiar sound of a lawn mower going off. Instantly I was excited. I peaked out my window. He had his shirt off. It was later than the usual time but of course  I was still excited to see his body. As he walked across his front lawn my hands danced across my breast. I watched the muscles in his back move as i slid my hands down my pants pretending they were his. This is my sunday ritual. I watch him sweat while i make myself cum. As he makes circles around the yard my two fingers make circles around my untouched pussy.Untouched,meaning I have only been touched by my own hands. I think about how it would feel for the first time and how bad i want it to be him. I tried not to moan to loud, I don’t want my mom to hear me. 

.

My mom and I are  on our way to the mall when she decided to ask,

“So have you ever talked to that boy?”

My stomach dropped. Does she know about my obsession? Moms do know everything. 

“What boy?” I replied.

“Patricia's son. Do you two ever speak?”

Moments like this I remember my mother does not know me. Shes a single parent so she work a lot to prove herself. Shes feels like since she has a nice car and a nice house on her own, shes a great mother. That’s not the case. I know a lot more than she thinks I do.

“Vicky!” she said loudly interrupting the negative thoughts I was having . “ Do you two speak?”

“ I don’t speak to anybody mom.” That is actually true.

I tried to be quick in the mall. I don’t like spending a lot of time with her. She gets annoying very quickly.

After trying out 7 stores, we finally make it into Neiman Marcus . I hate this store. Just a bunch of snobs looking for unnecessary expensive things. Today im one of those snobs. Im cranky. im nervous. I slide over to the Johnny Was section and pick out a sleek and slightly sexy black dress. It has long sleeves but its open in the back. It fits my body very well. On our way out I decided to pick up a pair of heals to match. If im going to see him, I need to make a statement. 

THURSDAY

Im excited about tomorrow. Im nervous. im  panicking. why am I blowing this so out of proportion. I feel like my intuition is telling me that either something great or something amazing is going to happen tomorrow. either way the excitement is making me horny, well as horny as a virgin can possibly be. 

im prepping myself. im watching porn and reading blogs so I know what I should do and how I should do it. am I psychotic? im acting as if I know im going to fuck him tomorrow. im talking to myself like we planned this out for weeks or something. yes im slightly psychotic. im not ashamed either. im just very horny.