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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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Delicate. — Part 1.

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a/n: Here we are fam, i gotta be honest with y’all, this is heavily inspired in the fact that i watched Miss Americana twice this month, what resulted in me going through my taylor swfit phase again. Pls bare with me, i haven’t written anything like this before.

catch up here!

They said artists become what they are because deep down they are as insecure if not more than normal people. Because they craved constant validation in what they do.

At least it was the case for Y/n.

A girl who has built an entire system around being accepted by the public, someone who their major source of happiness is provided by strangers all around the world. When you are living from the approval of strangers and that is where you drive all your joy and fulfillment, one bad thing can cause everything to go down. Y/n has spent her whole life trying to please the world so they would like her, so what she has achieved over the years would last.

When the world turned their back on her, Y/n had no choice but to disappear, because she thought that was what everyone wanted. Even then, she made her choices around what she thought would make them happy.

Y/n knew she could not hide forever, but for now, it was a necessary evil she had to take. Deciding to take a break from everything was the healthiest decision she has ever made, shutting down her social media, getting out of the city and going back home with her family was exactly what she needed.

"Mom was sad she couldn't pick you up from the airport."

Seventeen-year-old Jensen, whose driving license was still new and fresh, was the one who picked Y/n up when her flight landed. In complete honesty, she did not like using a private plane, but she could not risk someone seeing where she was going. Jensen was good at driving, well, he has not crashed into a tree yet, so they were safe.

"She would've brought Chase and scare Pandora and Lizzie."

Jensen chuckled. "She's obsessed with him. I haven't started college yet and she's already thinking about turning my room into Chase's."

Her parents’ house was a gated property away from others since it was safer that way. Y/n would not stay there the whole time since she had her own apartment a little closer to town. Her luggage, as well as her cats, were picked up separately and taken to her home, she would go there after lunch with her family. Jensen parked next to a black range rover that belonged to their dad, meaning both of their parents were home.

Y/n threw her backpack over her shoulder as she stepped out of the car, eager to finally reunite with her family, especially her mother. She is in desperate need of a tight hug, a mug of hot chocolate and a shoulder to cry on. Y/n did not realize how mentally drained she was until she saw her mother open the front door.

"My baby!" Louise exclaimed, embracing her daughter in a tight hug. "How was the flight?"

"It was fine. I'm starving though."

They walked into the living room and Louise closed the door behind them. Y/n dropped her backpack on one of the couches and sighed in relief. “Where’s dad?” Jensen went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Get the white wine.” Y/n told him.

“It’s too early to drink that.” Louise took the bottle from Jensen’s hands and put it back in the fridge. “Dad’s outside. We bought some roses that will look beautiful by the pool.”

“You’re buying a lot of plants lately.” Y/n pointed a big vase full of daisies, her mom’s favorites, on the kitchen’s island.

“I like supporting local business.” She shrugged.

“That and she’s obsessed with the owner of the flower shop.” Jensen chuckled, cracking open a water bottle.

“Hey! That’s not true.”

“Mom, you there like… every day. Who needs new flowers every day?”

“Shush.” The elder woman faked offense then gigged. “Handsome young man, he is. I’ll take you tomorrow.” She turned to Y/n.

“Oh, no, mom. I’m going to lock myself in my apartment and try to write.” She said, making Louise scoff. “I’m serious!”

“I know you are. But living like a hermit is not going to do you any good.”

“I agree, sis.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowing they were right as always but did not want to admit it. The truth was, she wanted to write some songs, so badly, but could not find the right words. She was hoping to get some peace and quiet to get her ideas and emotions in order again. Before any of them could say anything else, David entered the kitchen while taking off his gardening gloves and smiled widely when he spotted Y/n.

“And who do we have here?”

“Hi, dad.” Y/n smiled at him brightly before wrapping her arms around her dad, who hugged her back just as tight.

“Good to have you home, darling.”

The family of four sat on the kitchen island and started to catch up. Jensen talked about his different college options and how he was considering getting a summer job this year. Louise kept talking about how nice the owner of this flower shop was, making emphasis on how he was also single. Y/n didn’t know what she was trying to do, but she didn’t pay much attention either.

Overall it was nice for Y/n to get out of her head for a little bit, and her family was always a great help for that. She knew she still had a lot to deal with, and she would probably get a call from her publicist and a lot of other people soon, but for now, she just wanted to think about anything else that wasn't the whole world hating on her.

"How are you doing, Y/n? Be honest." Her mom asked after they stayed alone in the kitchen.

"Been better." She sighed. "I don't want to think about it, mom."

"You have to talk to someone, sweetie. I know your team cares for you and is trying to handle the situation, but you can still talk to me."

"I know, thank you. I'm just trying to figure it what I'm going to do."

Louise sighed. "You sure you don't want to stay here? You have your room and everything."

"Thanks for the offer, mom. But I sort of want to be on my own." She said. "But I'll come for lunch every day, I promise."

Although Louise wasn't convinced by her daughter's words, she chose to not push it. She knew Y/n had her own ways to express her feelings, and she'd talk whenever she felt like it. So she let her go, making her promise she'd come to visit soon.

"Do you need a ride? I'm going to town anyway." Jensen offered, taking the keys of his car from the little plate they kept on the table beside the front door.

"Yes, please."

The drive to her apartment wasn't a long one, and in less than ten minutes she was opening her front door and being greeted by her two beautiful cats rubbing themselves on her legs. Y/n sighed, thinking about how much she needed to unpack now that she was here. The truth was, she didn't know for how long she'd be staying here, but she figured it'd be a long time so she packed a lot. Now she kind of regretted it because she would probably be in her pajamas all day anyway.

After cleaning Pandora and Lizzie's sandbox, Y/n decided to grab an acoustic guitar and try to come up with some melodies. She wasn't quite sure about any lyrics yet, but it was always good to have a little something to start a song.

She went from playing the guitar to play the piano, hoping she'd get more inspirations somewhere. But she had nothing. Not even one decent note. She was empty.

"Don't pretend is... mhmm. Think about the... No." She groaned and slammed the palm of her hands on the keyboard, growing frustrated. Why all of a sudden she couldn't even rhyme? Maybe she needed a break, or perhaps she was tired from her flight and tomorrow she'd be able to write something.

Turns out her writer's block was here to stay. A week has passed since her arrival and Y/n hasn't been able to finish one single song. Everything she started ended up being erased or in the middle of her living room after the ripped the page off her journal.

"I told you, you shouldn't hurry. Inspiration will come eventually, it always does."

"I guess. I just have nothing else to do other than play scrabble with you and write songs, or at least try to."

"Let me take out then." Louise started and Y/n shakes her head. "C'mon, let's eat somewhere or buy groceries and I'll cock at your place." Y/n looked at her mom and realized she wouldn't stop until she accepted, so Y/n offered Louise a nod. "Marvelous. There's this little café that I absolutely love. You'll love the owner."

"What is it with you and the owners of local shops?"

"They're my friends. Oh! We could drop by Blossom House. You could use some flowers around your house so it would look like somebody actually lives there."

"Stop dragging me, woman."

Louise drove them to this café called Furry Cakes, which turned out to be a cat café. Y/n obviously lost it as soon as they walked in, and nearly cried when she saw all the kittens, and absolutely shed a tear when the girl behind the register said every kitty except for one named Chaster was up for adoption. She felt like a little girl all over again when her mom told her she couldn't take every single kitty home.

Y/n was wearing a hoodie that was twice her size, plus some big sunglasses she refused to take off, even inside of the café. She was praying she wouldn't get recognized as she knew people were dying for a picture of her, see how she was after the entire world canceled her.

"We'll leave the car parked here, the flower shop is just around the corner." Louise pulled from Y/n's hand to make her walk faster. There weren't a lot of people on the streets and she was grateful for that, she hasn't gotten a proper walk in what felt like ages.

They stopped outside a modern-looking building with a big, bright sign that read 'The Blossom House'. It was simple yet cute. The pair stepped in and a little bell ringed. Y/n looked around, admiring how everything looked like it was straight out of a fairytale. There were little pots hanging from the ceiling and she looked up, she saw the ceiling was pure glass, which made the whole place brighter. Flowers weren't really her thing as she could barely keep them alive, but seeing this amount of flowers all in the same place... made her somewhat happy and warm inside.

She was so deep in thought she didn't even realize her mom left her and was nowhere to be found. It doesn't look like it from outside, but the shop was actually big and very spacious. It was also empty right now, not even an employee was around, so she decided to have a look on her own. It looked like they had all kinds of flowers in here, which made her even more excited because that meant they had-

"Azaleas? They're also my favorites." A deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She jumped on her place as she wasn't expecting it, which made the person behind her chuckle. "I didn't mean to scare you, sorry."

"It's okay..." She turned around and it was fair to say that was she saw stunned her right away.

In front of her, a gorgeous looking man was standing there with a bright smile on his face. She noticed the two dimples poking at each side of his face, making his smile even more beautiful. His emerald green eyes were the greenest eyes she has ever seen in her life, she believed. He had crinkles by his eyes due to his smile being wide. But to her, the icing of the cake was the beautiful mop of chocolate curls he had on the top of his head. She suddenly felt the insane urge to run her hands through it just to see if they were as soft as they looked.

"Harry, darling!" Louise appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around the man, who only chuckled while reciprocating the greeting.

"Hello, Louise. What's it gonna be today? Tulips? More daisies?" Oh God, he's British. Y/n thought to herself.

"Gosh, you know me so well. I'm actually here just to look around, I see you found my daughter though." She smirked.

"I surely did. I'm Harry, nice to meet you, love." He offered her a hand for her to shake.

Y/n was a little surprised by the pet name but took his hand nonetheless. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you too."

"I want her to get some plants for her house." Louise spoke again.

"Well, you're in the right place then." He said. "Do you want them for your garden?"

"No, uhm... I don't have one. I live in an apartment."

"Personally, my favorite to keep indoors are Begonias." Harry guided the two women to a different section of the flower shop and pointed to some pretty ones in pink color. "But I also enjoy Daylilies, although they're a little harder to maintain."

"Yeah, maybe not those then. I'm not very good at keeping plants alive."

"She killed a cactus once." Louise mentioned.

"No way."

"I didn't know they'd drown if I watered them more than once a week!" Y/n defended herself.

"Amateur mistake." He joked.

The truth was Y/n was too busy to have a garden, she was always traveling and didn't stay too long in one place so even if she tries to have one, it'd be dead by the end of the month.

"What plants are cat friendly? I have two at home."

"Bromeliads are cat friendly, they're easy to maintain too."

They looked around for a little bit. Harry said a fun fact about every type of flower Y/n pointed out, never failing to make her laugh. The funny thing was, it didn't look like Harry knew who she was. Either he hasn't recognized her, or he didn't know about her. Which by the way, not to be a narcissist, would be highly unlikely.

She ended up taking a couple of new plants home, starting to grow excited about them. It was true, her apartment could use a little more life to it, and now she was sure her new plants would do that for her. Harry was wrapping everything for them while he stood behind the counter.

"Oh, here. This one's on the house." Harry handed her a pot with some beautiful blue Azaleas. She took them with a growing blush on her face, a blush that went deeper when their hands brushed with each other. "Try to not kill them though." He teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes as her mom chuckled behind her. "I'll report their aliveness back to you, you'll see."

"You better. Have a nice day, ladies. I'm guessing I'll see you around, Y/n?"

"Sure, I'm uh... I'm living here right now."

Harry smiled at them one last time before they exited the shop. After the door closed behind them, Louise turned to Y/n. "He likes you."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"What do you say if we invite him for dinner sometime?"

"Like, at your house?" She asked surprised.

"Yeah, why not?"

"I have to keep a low profile, mother. For all I know he could be tweeting about I just exited his shop."

"Don't let the paranoia ruin the possibility of forming new friendships... or more." Louise sent her a wink.

"Okay, that's enough."

Y/n brushed her off, trying not to think much about it. A new friendship sounded impossible at this point of her life, let alone pursuing a new relationship with someone. She had made up her mind, she was better off being alone.

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poke-madhouse · 3 years

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Christmas at the Madhouse - Pt 1

CW - Abuse Mention

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe how beautiful it is!” Ginger exclaimed as she looked over Mikaila’s ring.

The house was bustling as everyone decorated for Christmas. The Pokemon were helping hang the decorations outside while the ones who lived in the house were hanging lights and tassels everywhere they could. Mikaila and Ginger, however, were sat on the couch while G hauled a big box of Christmas decorations out of the closet, levitating Bonnie along with her. Bonnie was flapping her arms overhead while making engine noises with her mouth. Apparently that was part of her ‘flying process’.

“Right!?” Mikaila was grinning ear to ear as she looked at the sparkling emerald that was adjourned on her ring. The engagement ring that Lily gave her. “I had no idea she was even planning something like this!”

“Honestly, I didn’t think she would after the disaster the last one turned out to be!” Ginger exclaimed, her nose wrinkling slightly in disgust.

That caught Bonnie’s attention. Whereas being almost blissfully unaware of the conversation happening on the other side of the room, something about Ginger’s emphatic disdain compelled her to listen.

‘The last one.’ A person unnamed. A story without context. A mystery that needed to be solved. Bonnie knew there was only one thing to do when she was ever presented with a mystery.

“...Momma, who’s ‘da last one?’” Bonnie asked innocently before plopping down on G’s head as they reached the foot of the tree.

“Hmm?” G glanced up. Though she couldn’t see Bonnie, her weight on her head was unmistakable. “What do you mean?”

“Auntie Ginger said da last one was a disaster,” Bonnie said, gently patting her hands on G’s hair.

Clarity dawned on G’s face as she realized that Bonnie was asking about Kirsten. Even just thinking about her made G want to crush the box of decorations in her hand. “Oh. Your Mommy used to be engaged to a very bad lady, Bonnie.”

Bonnie tilted her head and sat up. “Why she do ‘dat?”

“She didn’t know, Bonnie. This lady…” G racked her brain, looking for a way to communicate the problem in a way Bonnie would understand. “...She was kinda like the Sun.”

Bonnie prickled, her face contorting into pure, unadulterated horror. “BUT THE SUN IS PURE EVIL!” She made it very clear to the entire household how little favor she had of the sun, the bright thing in the sky that always made her head hurt.

Without missing a beat, G simply responded, “Yeah, but she met her at night.”

Horror was swiftly intercepted by an definite, yet underspoken understanding as Bonnie simple went, “Oh.” With the utmost care, she shuffled down her Godmother’s fram and onto the floor, standing in front of the tree beside her. “So wha’ happen’?”

“Well, it’s a long story, Bonnie,” G sighed as she set Bonnie down on the floor and kneeled down in front of her. “A few years ago, your Mom got together with a woman without realizing how nasty a person she could be. She belittled your Mom and tried to bend her into being a different person. As time went on, she continued to treat her worse and worse. She even tried to separate me and your Mom.”

G sighed and sat back, propping herself up on her hand as memories of those awful years continued to tear through her. All the arguments, all the fights that centered around her, the battles for control, the ultimatums. They made her cold blood boil the more she remembered them.

“Your Mom wouldn’t let her split us up, though. It was the one thing she refused to cave on,” she continued. “And the lady got more and more angry over not controlling her completely. So one Christmas, she broke your Mom’s heart more than it had ever been broken.” G’s mind flooded with memories of that day. The aftermath of what was supposed to be a cheerful getaway christmas vacation for Lily and her then fiance. G awoke one night to find that Lily had come home earlier than expected bawling her eyes out on the couch. The look of absolute despair on the face of her lifelong friend. The things she spoke of. It still made G’s blood boil over ‘the last one’.

She was snapped out of her introspective anger when she heard a minute bout of sniffling from beside her. Looking down, she could see that Bonnie was reduced to tears by what G had said. She could tell that it really upset the girl because her mandibles protruded from her mouth as she cried.

“Why would she do ‘dat?” Bonnie asked with a sob. “‘Dat’s mean!”

“That lady was mean, Bonnie,” G said, kneeling down beside Bonnie and reaching out to brush the tears off her cheeks. “She was mean, and cruel, and she hurt your mom very bad.”

“...I don’t like this story,” Bonnie murmured as her crying ebbed ever so slightly.

“Me neither.”

The sound of the front door opening drew G’s attention as she saw Lily walking in with bags full of food. Christmas dinner, most likely. She didn’t really pay attention to what Lily was going out for anymore.

“Alright! I got everything I needed, so I can-” Lily stopped when she set the bags down and noticed Bonnie crying on the floor. “What? Why are there tears, sweetie?” she asked as she rushed in to scoop her daughter into her arms.

Bonnie didn’t answer right away. Rather, she clung to her mother and hid her face in the crook of her neck, crying more openly in the comfort of Lily’s embrace.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Lily whispered, carefully running a hand up and down Bonnie’s back in order to soothe her. “It’s okay, honey. Tell mommy what’s wrong.”

Bonnie shifted her head slightly and sniggled. “...Momma told me ‘bout ‘da last one’,” she responded almost pitifully as her tears began to seep into Lily’s shirt.

“The last one?” Lily looked up at G in confusion.

“Kirsten,” G explained.

Lily’s eyes widened as she held Bonnie tighter. “Now why would tell the girl something scary like that?”

“She asked me to,” G shrugged almost dismissively. “She overheard your other two talking about that and wanted answers.”

Lily let out a small breath of exasperation, gently rocking Bonnie to and fro in order to help calm her. “Still, you could say it’s just a scary story and leave it at that.”

“You were going to have to tell her eventually,” G argued as she took a step back and glanced at Mikaila and Ginger, who had both clued in to the conversation and were looking at her disapprovingly. “What?”

“Yeah, but not when she’s still so small and baby,” Lily pouted before going back to comforting Bonnie. “It’s okay, sweetie. The last one is gone and she’s never coming back. Mommy is much happier now that she’s gone. It’s okay.”

Bonnie seemed to be soothed by this reassurance somewhat, looking up at Lily with shimmering eyes and a quivering lip. “What if she does come back, tho?” she asked almost fearfully.

“Then Momma will eat her,” Lily said with a warm smile.

“Oh don’t call me Momma!” G groaned.

Lily snickered. “Your Godmom will eat her.”

“That’s better,” G huffed. “And yes, I will. I’ll bury every fang in her sternum. I’ll purge her evil from the world with the unstoppable power of my digestive tract.”

“I’ve never seen you this enthused to eat a whole human G,” Mikaila noted as she walked over and pressed a kiss to Lily’s cheek.

“Keeping this household safe from that vile creature is a fantastic motivator,” G said, holding her head high with pride. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m just saying, ‘eating someone’ has very different connotations when you’re a lesbian,” Mikaila snickered.

G frowned. “Stop making it weird, or I’ll eat your fiance,” she bit back with a smirk.

“G!” Lily balked, instinctively covering Bonnie’s ears.

“She started it!” G protested.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s leave the Christmas fighting to dinner with the parents!” Ginger insisted as she walked over and took some of the shopping bags from Lily’s grip before Mikaila took the rest. “Mikay and I will put the groceries away for you, babe. You go relax with G and Bonnie. We can tell they missed you.”

“Mhmm,” Bonnie said, nodding against Lily’s shoulder.

“Sweetie, I’m not going to invite you over just to have you handle my chores,” Lily chuckled as she kissed Ginger’s cheek. “G lives here, she can help.”

“Hey!” G said, scrunching up her lips. “Don’t give manual labor to the second class citizen!”

“G get over here and help!” Lily huffed. “Or at least hold Bonnie while I help.”

“Ooh! I’ll take that job!” G brightened up as she took Bonnie into her arms. “The kid’s the easy job!”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that,” Mikaila smiled as she cradled the sizable Christmas turkey in her arms. “Hey Bonnie! Look what we’re going to be eating for Christmas! Doesn’t this look yummy?”

Bonnie looked up from G’s shoulder, her lips still quivering slightly before she nodded. “Mhm.”

Mikaila’s face fell as she set the turkey on the table. “Wow, that story really got to her,” she said.

“Bonnie’s an empath, like G is,” Lily explained as she helped Ginger stack the cans in the cupboard. “She can feel everyone else’s distress whenever Kirsten is mentioned. Not a good feeling for a toddler to have.”

“Was G like this when you guys were little?” Ginger asked.

“Sort of? When we were little, G’s psychic powers were still developing so she couldn’t really read people as effectively,” Lily explained. “And since we were both little, we had little kid things to worry about. Telling Bonnie about Kirsten only made her understand the feelings she picks up better. That’s why we have to be careful what we tell her.”

“Got it,” Ginger nodded. “Well, why don’t we tell her a nice story now?”

G’s brow furrowed slightly as she combed through her mind to a viable option for a ‘nice story’ to tell Bonnie. After a moment, her pensive expression gave way to one of realization and optimism. “Oh! We can tell her about the thing we do!”

Mikaila arched a brow. “That’s certainly vague.”

“We started doing it a few years ago after Lily started making more friends and we had less time to spent together,” G explained with an unamused glare toward Mikaila. “Christmas Day is just about the two of us doing cool things together, since we met on Christmas back when we were kids. It helps commemorate the start of our friendship that day.”

As Lily was stacking cans, she stopped and her eyes widened. In the chaos of the year, she’d completely forgotten that she was supposed to be planning something for G. And now that it was laid out in front of her… she really wanted to spend Christmas with her entire family. Especially since it was Bonnie’s first Christmas. ‘Oh no, this could be a problem…’

“I look forward to it every year,” G smiled as she hugged Bonnie tightly.

Ginger turned a smirk back to Lily. “So it’s like an anniversary?”

“It’s not an anniversary!” Lily exclaimed, wheeling around with pursed lips. “Why do the two of you always go there?”

“Because we love you and love seeing that cute face get all pouty,” Ginger beamed, draping her arms over Lily’s shoulders and peppering her cheek with kisses.

Lily’s face turned a shade of red as she fought to keep her expression one of indignance. “...You’re lucky you’re so fucking smooth,” she huffed.

The smile that Ginger responded with could not have looked any more mischievous. “Well… you know who I bet is really smooth-”

“STOP!” Lily exclaimed. “Look, we’re not at a place where we can handle rapid fire dragging, alright?”

Ginger nodded, though the shit eating grin never left her face.

“...Fuck you’re so cute,” Lily sighed.

Four bags of groceries and one batch of Christmas Cookies later, Bonnie was happy as a clam and munching on spider cookies in G’s lap. The earlier distress she felt regarding the story about Kirsten long since forgotten. Everyone was sat around the TV while some cheesy Christmas specials played, much to Ginger’s delight.

“You’ve really taken to Bonnie lately,” Lily smiled at G as she ran her fingers through Mikaila’s hair.

“Well of course, I have. She’s your daughter,” G responded as though it were the most obvious point of fact. “If she’s important to you, she’s important to me. Even if she’s something of an odd duck.”

“I’m not a duck,” Bonnie said as she looked up at G with a cheekful of cookie. “I’m a Bonnie.”

“Of course you are, kiddo,” G smirked before ruffling the little girl’s hair.

“What I mean is that when she first got here you were really distant with her,” Lily smiled.

“Yeah, I guess I was still adjusting,” G nodded. “I wasn’t expecting her to come out so… me.”

“So you? G, she’s half you,” Lily countered.

“Well, yeah, but the biology of a child isn’t always a fifty fifty split between their parent’s traits, Sunshine,” Mikaila said as she nuzzled slightly on Lily’s shoulder. “Unless you actually think this hair you love stroking so much came from my bald ass father.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Lily nodded as she kissed Mikaila’s hair. “I look more like my mother than my father.” “See? Exactly!” G nodded. “I wasn’t expecting Bonnie to look so much like me. It was kinda off putting at first.”

Bonnie looked up at her curiously.

“Nothing, Bon,” G shook her head. “Godmom problems.”

“Would a Godmom problem qualify as a bibbity bobbity bummer?” Ginger asked with a wide, unapologetic grin. The grin turned into full on cackling as her question was met with booing and popcorn flicked at her.

“Bibbity Bobbity BOOOOO!” Lily huffed. “Shit like that is why I’m marrying Mikay.” She paused for a moment before adding, “And because the law says I can only marry one woman. If that weren’t the case, it’d be a different story.”

“Would you marry Momma?” Bonnie asked before taking another spider cookie in her mouth.

Lily’s eyes widened slightly as she looked at Bonnie. “No, Bonnie. I wouldn’t.”

Bonnie managed to pout despite both of her cheeks being full of cookies. “Why not?”

“Because your mom and I are just friends, kiddo,” G answered before Lily could, bouncing Bonnie on her knee in a placating gesture. “We’re really good friends who love each other very much, but we’re still just friends.”

Bonnie growled and folded her arms. “I don’t like ‘dat. I want you to marry Momma!”

“Oh god, this again,” Lily groaned as she rubbed her eyes. “Look, Bonnie… sometimes people shouldn’t be that kind of together.”

“Why not?” Bonnie pouted.

“Because… dear lord, how do I explain this to a baby?” Lily let her head fall back against the couch.

“Because it would make both of us unhappy,” G explained as she ran her fingers through Bonnie’s hair.

Bonnie blinked, looking up at her Godmother in complete and utter bewilderment. “What do you mean?”

G bit the inside of her cheek slightly as she took a moment to consider her next words. “Well… a lot of reasons really,” she started. “A big reason is If she and I were together, I would only want to have her all to myself. Your mom isn’t like that. She needs to share her love with everyone she feels it for. She’d have to give that up just to appease my insecurities. Mikaila and Ginger wouldn’t be here to spend time with you or tell you fun stories.”

“And Mommy would be unhappy?” Bonnie asked.

“She was unhappy when the bad lady did that to her,” G explained. “You don’t want your Mommy to be unhappy, do you?”

Bonnie suddenly looked ashamed and slumped down in G’s lap. “No…”

“Well then that means we can’t be together,” G smiled as she hugged Bonnie tightly. “It’s better this way, kiddo.”

“Okay…” Bonnie pouted.

Lily looked up at G in amazement. “G, I… thank you,” she said quietly. “It means a lot to me that you explained that to her in a way that… I don’t think I could do.”

G looked up in confusion and spoke telepathically. ‘Why?’

‘I don’t know, I just… seeing Bonnie be upset I… I have a hard time telling her she can’t have something,’ Lily said, holding Mikaila closer and nuzzling her fiance’s hair. ‘I always feel that pressure to give in to what she wants, you know?’

G’s expression softened, a small smile gracing her lips. ‘I get that. You wanna give the world to this kid after the horrible way your parents treated you. You’d move mountains for her if she asked you. I can’t fault you for that.’

‘Thanks for picking up the slack,’ Lily offered fondly. ‘I promise this won’t make you the ‘No fun’ parent.’

‘I’m not a parent. I’m a godparent,’ G corrected her. ‘Really, Lily. I already don’t like that Bonnie calls me Mom. I’d rather you not get in on it. Even as a joke. It makes me really uncomfortable.’

Lily winced slightly and nodded. ‘Got it. I promise it won’t happen again.’

‘Thanks,’ G responded gratefully. ‘I appreciate it.’

Mikaila let out a small yawn before nuzzling a little closer into Lily, who looked back at her with growing amusement.

“Aw, you sleepy, hon?” she teased.

“Lil’ bit,” Mikaila murmured in response. “It doesn’t help that you are very cozy.”

Lily chuckled and nuzzled into Mikaila’s hair. “You’re very cozy too, sweetheart,” Lily said softly. She reached an arm out to Ginger, who leaned in and snuggled up to her other side. “I love the both of you so much.”

“Love you too, Sunshine,” Mikaila cooed.

“Love you boatloads,” Ginger supplied with a hearty kiss.

Bonnie watched the three of them cuddling and crooning over each other before looking up expectantly at G.

“Literally everything I just said a minute ago still applies, kiddo,” G said, her mouth stretching into a thin line.

“Ok,” Bonnie said, a tone of defeat in her voice as she slumped against her Godmother and turned her attention back to the movie.

#christmas arc #comic #tagged as comic so it's part of the chrono link #bonnie #mikaila #gardevoir #ginger #fic style #G

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daydream-hobii · 4 years

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Hot Box | Poly!Stray Kids

Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff

Pairing: Stray Kids x Bear!Reader

Summary: You’re a bear hybrid and happen to be dating all of the members of Stray Kids. One day, when the boys get home on a cold winter day, they pile on you as you are a bit of a hot box. When they tell you what happened in their day, however, your protective instinct becomes very strong.

Warning: None.

Word Count: 686

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! Sorry it’s so late!! I hope you like it!! ^_^

You were laying on the couch, waiting patiently for your boys to come home. It was the middle of winter, so you were incredibly tired. You closed your eyes, listening to your soft breathing until you heard someone pressing on the keypad outside the door. You sat up quick, tail twitching softly as a smile graced your face.

“Y/n,” Felix cooed, running in. When he saw you on the couch, he tackled you, making you giggle and you kissed his temple.

“Hi, boys,” You said, watching them all pile into the room. “How was practice?”

“Shh, too cold,” Changbin mumbled, crawling onto the other side of you and wrapping his hands around your waist, sighing in contentment.

“You’re always so warm,” Chan said, placing a hand on your forehead as if checking for a fever. “How was your day, honey?”

“I just slept,” You said with a smile, making them all groan.

“Wish we could say the same,” Seungmin mumbled.

“My muscles are killing me,” Minho mumbled, slamming his body on the armchair and sighing, shutting his eyes.

“Oh, you guys okay?” You asked, looking between them all in concern.

“We’re fine, sweetie,” Hyunjin said with a small smile. Jisung walked over sitting in front of you and hugging your leg, sighing at the warmth. “We’re just happy to be home with you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips as he leaned over, kissing your forehead before sitting down. Jeongin looked rather uncomfortable, making you watch him as he shifted between feet. You squint your eyes, watching him become more uncomfortable when he caught you staring.

“Jeongin,” You said, cautiously. “Anything else happen?” The other members seemed to give hard stares at the youngest, making him sink a little further into himself.

“Not at all, just tired,” He said, flashing a fake smile, making you glare.

“Don’t look at them,” You said when he averted his eyes. He shot back to you as you tried to give an encouraging smile. “What happened?”

“Some of the rookies decided to come into our studio and mess with us and when Chan told our superiors it seemed they didn’t really care so we kind of had to deal with it ourselves but Minho, Chan, and Changbin handled it,” Jeongin said really fast, making the others groan.

“Nice job,” Felix mumbled with a frown.

“You took care of them?” You asked Chan with eyebrows raised. You knew your eyes had a darkness in them, your protective instincts kicking in.

“We took care of it,” Chan replied with a small smile. He walked over, pecking your lips before sitting on the other side of Felix.

“Stop bullying Jeongin into not telling me these things,” You warned, pointing at all of them. Jeongin smiled big, sticking his tongue out Seungmin, who glared at him.

“We just don’t want you to worry,” Minho said with a small smile.

“I’m not worried, I’m angry,” You replied, ears twitching slightly.

“Alright, we don’t want you to be angry,” Changbin said, leaning up to look at you. “Like Jeongin said, we handled it.”

“Mmhmm,” You hummed, eyes squinting slightly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m coming with you guys tomorrow.”

“No, you’re not,” Chan replied, making you glare.

“Yes, I am,” You told him. “No more arguing, come here, you’re all freezing!”

You opened your arms, watching them all roll their eyes. You all piled onto the couch, each boy touching you in some way. You were, in fact, a hot box and during winter, they especially liked being close to you in order to stay warm.

“You know I’ll just sleep most of the day while I’m there,” You mumbled, feeling sleepy even now. “I’ll just be there in case the rookies come back.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Minho mocked, smirking at you as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Our big bad teddy bear.”

“Shut up,” You scoffed, looking up at him. “I’m bigger than all of you.”

“Mhmm,” Felix mumbled, hugging around your waist. Again, you rolled your eyes before closing them, feeling the need to sleep once more.

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Happy holidays! what would the yan ocs dream winter themed date look like? Please

Happy holidays!❄️

My first request for them..I'm so happy💖

Warning this story contains: yandere topics slightly, mostly wholesome but some are suggestive but nothing outright nsfw.

Theodore

A wholesome date

It's snowing and he honestly doesn't want you to get sick so he would have you two stay inside

Prepare for a baking date

From gingerbread to peppermint bark

He of course takes control of the date and makes sure to keep you away from sharp things

He will try to do everything by himself because he worries about you getting hurt

After you stubbornly decline that he has you be the taste tester

After each treat he gives you a kiss to taste it himself

He loves being with you in the kitchen cause baking + his angel= happy boy

If you try to start a food war he will scold you

After baking you two would cuddle while watching Christmas movies, eating sweets, and drinking hot cocoa

"sweetie, can you pass me the frosting I'm almost done"

"hmm? Oh sure theo!"

You passed the tub of bright red frosting to the male only for him to finish decorating the gingerbread cookies once done you both carried all those sweet treats to the living room table before setting up for movie night, you looked out the window with a soft sigh

"can we go outside tommorow?"

"hmm for a little bit but it will be cold"

"we can make a snowman!"

"sweetie, being in the cold for too long isn't good how about we do something else"

You gave a pout as theo sat on the couch looking at you hating your upset expression he sighs as he fixed his glasses

"fine, only for a little bit sweetie but for now come here..relax in my arms okay?"

You had a bright smile as you walked over plopping down in the male's lap feeling his arms wrap around you tightly

Hikaru

holiday Shopping

Will dress up in an adorable holiday costume

Forces you to dress up too cause matching outfits

He wants to buy you cute shoes

Yeah it's snowing hard...but like snow boots!

Will force you to try on like 60 pairs of shoes

Will also take a ton of selfies with you while getting boba

Will spoil you with affection while you two are out

If you act up though he will degrade you just a bit to get you to behave

All around good date but he can be a bit annoying

"hey hikaru can we go home? My feet hurt"

"don't be such a little baby [y/n], don't you want to look cute?"

You looked over at your boyfriend who was dressed up in an adorable santa sweater, black tights, and black heel boots to match. He forced you to be his raindeer and honestly it was a little embarrassing but he seemed to be having a good time

In your hands were bags upon bags all being outfits or shoes that hikaru bought for both you and him, he was a grinning mess but he saw your frown and couldn't help but falter..were you truly not having fun?

With a huff he simply linked his arm with yours before pulling you along towards the mall food court, it was time for you two to relax from all the walking

Once you two sat down at a table with boba and food hikaru was far more loving and affectionate even being as sweet as to hold your hand while resting his head on your shoulder

"ah, I pulled you along everywhere huh?"

"mhmm.."

"heyyy! Don't give me those bored responses! We had fun! I spoiled you today so the least you can do is thank me!"

You were going to speak more but jolted at the feeling of a rough kiss along with someone's to the shoved down your throat. With a startled moan you kissed back before pulling away seeing hikaru lick his lips happily

"so yummy huh baby? I say that was a good thank you, when we get home we can do things that I know you will like..after all you can't say no to me"

Haha you're in danger.

Axis

Firework Festival date!

He likes the sounds of the bustling of people and the smell of good food

You don't really know why he's so obsessed with fireworks when he can't see it but it makes him happy

You two play a bunch of games and eat yummy food

Idiot wore shorts and a tank top so he's freezing cold but of course he was way too excited to care about coldness

Is like a giddy kid

Once the fireworks start he's in utter awe

Wants to get as close as he can

"what do they look like..?"

"bright and kinds like glitter"

Both you and axis sat on the grass staring at the sky as the fireworks popped and lit up the dark snowy sky, your fingers interlaced together tightly as the sounds of popping made axis only grin more

"fireworks, even the name sounds pretty..I always wanted to see what they look like. I mean I can feel it on my face but I bet they look pretty huh?"

"ax, you're crying.."

Axis reached up touching his cheeks only to feel tears, he let out a nervous laugh and wiped his eyes before a wave of embarrassment hit him hard

"ah! Sorry sorry! I get all emotional! Ah I just love you and I love this date! Are you having a good time? Oh God what if you aren't having a good time?! [Y/n] are you enjoying yourself cause we ca-"

"axis, I'm having fun! It's okay so relax..I mean..you look so happy its honestly so cute"

Suddenly axis wrapped his arms around you kissing you all over with a happy laugh

"[y/nnnnnnn]! Marry me! Just marry me already okay? I love you! So much!"

You petted your boyfriend on the head before your eyes landed on the beautiful fireworks and you simply couldn't help but smile as nothing but love filled you both

Prince

Okay so originally he wanted to just screw you and call that a date but apparently that's not romantic

Decided on taking you to a Christmas party as a date

He kinda just wanted to get drunk and make out with you

Ends up having a good time

Seeing you laughing with his friends made him happy

He got to dance with you so that's always a plus

Getting you drunk was really fun

It's been a while since you two just got wasted and had fun so it felt nice

Hearing you slut your words made him chuckle

"babyyyyy!"

"yeah babe?"

Prince watched as you landed in his lap with eggnog in your hand, you clearly had way too much to drink but of course he wasn't stopping you cause this was amusing to him

"I think, you're the hottest guy like everrrrrrr~"

"oh yeah?"

"hmmm I want santa to give me you for Christmas"

Prince grinned as he turned his head away now chuckling before feeling you press sloppy kisses on his neck and cheek. He honestly didn't mind the pda but he didn't want it to go too far

"alright alright, cool it before you do something crazy"

"noooo, let me love youuuu"

At this point he was just laughing as he held you close now softly kissing your cheek before lifting you up in his arms, walking out the house and towards the car

"I love you prince, so much.. you're.. perfect"

He watched as you started to fall asleep and felt a flushed feeling come over him as he out you in the back seat of the car

"I love you too baby, more than you could ever know"

Yuki

He really didn't want to go out he just wanted to sleep

But there was this new movie you wanted to see so he figured a date night should happen

He was never a fan of overly cheery Christmas movies but you seem to be a fan so he endured

He promised you he wouldn't fall asleep during this date

During the movie he totally fell asleep so he took you at to eat as an apology

You two went to Walmart at like 2am and we're chaotic as hell

He filled the cart up with ramen cups while you kept telling him to put it back

Just a chaotic date all around

He honestly liked it though

To end the night/early morning you two went to eat waffles

He liked how sleepy yet weird you acted

He could watch you talk for hours

Hearing you talk was better than any movie

"hey yuki, do you like me?"

The question shocked the male as he looked at you from across the diner table as he took a sip of coffee, what would make you ask such a thing. He couldn't respond very well cause he was in shock but he gave a steady nod

"oh, you do? That makes me happy..you don't really say I love you so I sometimes forget yknow?"

Yuki reached out grabbing your hands and looking you dead in the eyes, his bright green eyes making you blush

"I love you. More than sleep"

The praise made you blush more as you leaned forward to kiss the male only to hear a sharp cough from the waitress. The teo of you looked over and yuki scowled lightly at the person for ruining his moment

"excuse me, it's 5am...are you two finished"

"oh yeah, sorry about tha-"

"no."

You tensed at your boyfriend who was blunt as ever and locked eyes with the worker using a scary glare to spook them off, you couldn't help but sigh

"but yuki, it's late we have to go yeah? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not done saying how much I love you."

With that the male sat there for the next hour spilling his true feelings and as the snow came down you felt nothing but love though you did feel bad for the worker who looked terrified and was currently writing their will incase yuki slaughtered them.

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #oc imagines #oc x reader #yandere #asks #yandere asks

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 4 years

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Carnival of Hearts (Part 4/6) ~ Bucky x Reader College!AU

A/N: Hello lovelies! Sorry I’m late. This week was crazy. I plan to be back on schedule this week, but we shall see.

This is my entry for @buckysknifecollection ‘s 3k Follower Challenge. Congrats on the milestone lovely! Go check out the blog. Personal fave is Hush (a must read if you’re into soft!Biker!Bucky)

Prompt: Our friends set us up on this carnival date but we’re both pining after someone else and this a bit awkward

Summary: When you’re set up on a carnival date with Bucky Barnes NOTHING turns out the way you expected.

Rating: T

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1708

Story Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Your phone vibrated as you shifted from foot to foot, impatiently waiting in line.

Bucky: Got a table by the Mega Slide.

Y/N: Still in line. Be there soon! :)

Once you had the three different bags of kettle corn you were practically skipping towards where Bucky said he would be. You took a moment to look over to the Mega Slide line where you expected to see Steve. Instead you saw Jane and Thor happily chatting away as they took tickets and handed out the mats. Disappointed you started looking for Bucky.

You smiled the moment you felt a set of hands settle on your waist and a broad chest press against your back.

“Looking for someone?”

“Maybe. Have you seen someone who is clearly shirking their ticket taker responsibilities?”

He laughed and tugged on your belt loop to turn you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you close.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hey, Stevie.”

“I missed you this morning.”

“I missed my muffins,” you hummed.

Steve huffed, making you giggle. You looked up into his eyes.

“And you. Of course.”

“How about I make it up to you tomorrow morning and then we binge the Witcher?”

“Sounds perfect. But you usually don’t run until late on Sundays.”

“Sam bailed this morning too because he had an early meeting, so we’re going to go together early.”

“Gotcha. That’s good.”

“And actually, I want you to meet him.

“I am not getting up with you at five in the morning to meet your running buddy.”

“I know better than to ask you that. He’s here. I just ran into him.”

He kept an arm around you and started leading you towards the table Bucky was sitting at with someone who you would have known was Sam based on the lovesick look on his face.

Oh.

Well this was going to be interesting.

“Seriously though, I thought you were working for another hour,” you questioned as you walked towards your date and the object of his affections.

“Thor took over early so he could spend time with Jane,” Steve explained.

“Mm. That makes sense. They’re so cute together,” you sighed as you looked over at them.

“Yeah they are. They want to get dinner with us next week. I told them I’d check with you but probably Thursday after your six o’clock?”

“Thursday is perfect.”

“Great. I’ll set it up with Thor.”

You smiled and turned your attention to the table he was leading you to. Sam and Bucky were giggling together as they ate funnel cake, knees brushing as they sat facing each other at the picnic table.

“So the guy on the left is Sam my running buddy. And then the guy in the denim jacket is his roommate Bucky. Sam’s totally in love with him and he’s really obvious about it based on the ten minutes I spent with them. And the fact that other people have told them they’re a cute couple which bugs Sam. It will kinda seem like Bucky’s into him too, but he’s straight.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Steve looked back in concern.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You panicked. And patted your pockets to make it seem like you were looking for something before laughing and holding up your left hand.

“Thought I lost my phone for a second.”

He smiled and shook his head.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

“No idea.”

He held his hand out to you and you took it and intertwined your fingers. When you finally got to the table Bucky flashed you a smile but there was a bit of anxiety in his gaze.

“Hey, Steve. Finally found her hmm?” Sam smirked.

“Yep. Sam, Bucky. This is y/n.”

“Nice to meet you. Steve never shuts up about you.”

“That’s not true,” Steve grumbled.

You winced internally, but played it off.

“Nice to meet you too. Guess you guys will have to run faster if there’s so much time for talking.”

You turned to Bucky and smirked.

“Is that my funnel cake?”

“Yup. Is that my kettle corn?”

“Caramel as requested.”

Sam and Steve looked back and forth between the two of you as you traded food.

“Wait. You two know each other?”

“Oh yeah. We go way back,” You grinned.

“Really?” Sam arched an eyebrow.

“Mhmm. About four hours.”

“Wanda and Nat bailed on us, so he’s been my carnival buddy.”

“Small world.”

Steve gripped your hand tighter as you swung your leg over and sat down before straddling the bench beside you, keeping his arms around you as he slid you closer. You pulled the funnel cake towards you and ripped a piece off, offering it to Steve - feeding it to him when he refused to let go of you.

Apparently he was clingy without Saturday morning cuddles.

“So, what happened to Nat and Wanda?” Sam asked.

Though he was looking at you, Sam’s entire body was turned towards Bucky and his hand was resting on his knee. You felt like you were going to vibrate out of your seat.

“Nat got stuck working because someone called out sick. And Wanda had a hair appointment?”

“Apparently they were running and hour behind at the salon.”

Bucky couldn’t keep the incredulity of his voice. You both knew that had been a bald faced lie.

“That sounds like a set up,” Sam frowned.

“Well Bucky is the perfect guy for me,” you faux swooned.

Steve tensed beside you.

“According to Nat at least,” you added with a giggle.

“And Wanda insists that Y/n is exactly the girl I need,” Bucky reported.

“Is that so?” Sam’s jaw clenched and you did a little happy dance.

“Mhmm,” you told him smugly.

A child sobbing cut off Sam’s response. The four of you look up to see a little girl you recognized looking around helplessly and crying. You were on your feet in a second, hurrying over to her.

“Cassie, sweetie, are you okay?”

The little girl, holding her favorite bunny stuffed animal sniffed as she looked up at you.

“How do you know my name?”

Of course she didn’t remember you. You had met her when she was two. You were friends with her father, Scott, but you hadn’t seen him for a couple of years, though you’d been keeping up with his life on Facebook.

“I’m friends your daddy. Are you here with him?”

She nodded.

“Daddy was getting us food. I should have stayed with him. He was talking to someone and there was this puppy on a skateboard. It was really cool.”

“It sounds like it.”

“I followed him but then I couldn’t find my Daddy.”

She started to cry again. The three boys had kept their distance, not wanting to overwhelm the child but they were watching intently.

“It’s okay, Cassie. You can sit with me and my friends and then we’ll find your Daddy okay?”

“Daddy said not to go anywhere with strangers.”

“That’s smart. And you shouldn’t go anywhere with strangers, but,” you pulled out your phone and quickly found an old picture of you and Scott with Cassie. “See, this is you and your daddy with me and my friend Steve who’s over there.” She looked at Steve who smiled and waved.

“I don’t remember that.”

You laughed.

“Well, you were really little. But I’m going to try and call your Daddy okay but let’s go sit over there.”

“Okay.”

She took your hand and you led her back to the table.

“So, boys, this is Cassie. Cassie, this is Steve, Sam, and Bucky.”

“Bucky’s a funny name,” she giggled.

“I tell him that every day,” Sam told her with a wink.

You let Sam and Bucky entertain her while you turned to Steve.

“I’m going to try calling Scott. Can you call into the info booth on your walkie in case he goes there.”

“Sure thing.”

You called Scott, growling when you got a notice that the number was out of service. Steve’s smile gave you hope he was having better luck.

“That’s great news, Hope. Yeah. Right by the Mega Slide. Perfect. See you soon.”

He turned down the volume on the walkie and gave you a thumb’s up.

“Cassie, honey, your daddy’s on his way.”

“He is?”

“Yup. He’ll be here soon.”

“Yay.”

Her tears were all dried now as Bucky told her a story about Wolfy McWolf, and you couldn’t help but smile both at the adorable tale and the fond smile Sam was giving him. At least one of you was gonna get a happy ending.

“Cassie!”

“Daddy!”

Scott tore through the crowd scooping Cassie up into his arms immediately.

“Peanut, I was so worried. You can’t wander off like that,” he panted as placed her down and knelt in front of her.

“I know. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s okay, Peanut.”

He hugged her close and looked at you all, gratitude etched in his face.

“Thank you for keeping her safe.”

“Of course. And you’ll be proud to know she did invoke stranger danger until I showed her a picture of us.”

“That’s my girl.”

You all chatted for a bit before Scott and Cassie left for attempt 2 at getting food. The longing look back at Hope was also not lost on you and you nudged her with a knowing look.

“Shut up,” she muttered before pointing at the walkie on Steve’s belt. “I’m gonna need you to sign that back in.”

“Can I do it at the end of the night?”

“Technically, yes, but…”

Steve pouted and you put your hand on his arm.

“Go now. That way we don’t have to worry about it. You can meet us back here.”

He thought it over before nodding.

“Okay. I’ll be back in fifteen?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He kissed the top of your head, nodded to Sam and Bucky and followed Hope.

“You were really good with her.”

“Three little sisters,” Bucky shrugged.

“Two,” Sam echoed as you reclaimed your table. “I’m actually going to go the bathroom really quick.”

“Sure thing.”

Once he’d been swallowed by the crowd you and Bucky turned to each other, eyes wide.

“Steve thinks you’re dating.” “Sam thinks you’re straight.”

“WHAT?!” “WHAT?!”

A/N: So if you’ve read my work you will know that I love idiots to lovers. This one’s no exception. Stay tuned.

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princecharmingmendes · 4 years

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Paris | Day Two

When your parents decide to travel with your best friend’s family that you haven’t talked to in a while, who you have a massive secret crush on, what could go wrong, right? Right?! (best friends to lovers)

*Word Count: 2,5k

*Warnings: cursing, drinking, and I guess that's it.

*Posted: December 12th, 2019.

day one

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Sleeping is amazing. Probably one of the best things on the planet. And I swear to God that this is one of the comfier beds I’ve ever laid on, and I would spend the whole day laying on it. And that’s exactly why I completely ignored Shawn alarm on the other room and nuzzled my face even more in the pillow I was hugging tightly, zoning off again.

“Y/N?” Someone I am going to murder somewhere outside my room called and I only groaned in response.

Silence. Also something great to add to my sleep.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N, get up” Shawn’s voice said a lot less muffled by the walls, sounding almost as if he was in here with me “honey?” This time I felt his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly, and that’s when I opened my eyes.

Shit, this isn’t a dream, he’s in here.

“Hm?” I only hummed in response, closing my eyes again.

“Get up, we have breakfast”

“Mhmm”

“Since when you’re that hard to wake up?”

“Since this bed is nice and I’m tired” I said with the sleepiest voice possible, and I’m pretty sure he couldn’t understand everything in that sentence.

“Okay” he said and I was already happy that he was going to give up on me and leave me, but than the mattress behind me sunk with his weight and I felt him getting under the duvet with me.

“Whatcha doin’?” I groaned annoyed.

“Making sure you’re getting up” he said wrapping his arms around me and pulling my back flush against his chest, making me hold my breath involuntarily.

“Mhm” I said closing my eyes again, but when I was about to fall back asleep, his hands lifted my shirt a little to expose my stomach and started tickling me, making me shrink against his chest, trying to avoid his hands, bursting into laughter “no, no, no, no, no, please stop”

“Say you’re getting up and I’ll stop, baby”

“Please, Shawn, please stop”

“Just say the words”

“I’m getting up, please” I said whining between giggles and trying to breathe all at the same time, and the tickles stopped magically.

“There you go, honey, see, that wasn’t that hard” he said chuckling softly and placing a kiss at the back of my head.

“I hate you” I said trying to catch my breath.

“I know you don’t, now turn around for me, honey” he said and I did it, regretting instantaneously.

Okay, nothing new when it comes to me saying that he’s the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever met, but seeing him like this is just cruelty. The room was not bright enough for me to see the details, the only source of light was the door between our rooms since he had already opened his curtains. But even like that, he could kill someone. His hair was a mess, his curls were everywhere, his face was lightly flushed, he wasn’t wearing the hoodie that I saw last night, making my mouth go dry with the sight of his bare -built like a god- torso, but still looking so soft since he just woke up.

“Hi” I said extremely softly, scared to say anything else that could ruin the moment, where I was laying in his arms, his body warmth making me wanna stay forever like this.

“Hi” he said flashing me those perfect aligned teeth “good morning, honey, are you ready to get up?”

“I wasn’t, but now I am” I said getting out of his embrace and sitting on the bed, rubbing my eyes “do you know what’s the plan for today?”

“I guess we’re going to the Eiffel Tower and than grab lunch, and maybe later to a museum of something like that”

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and get ready, the one that gets ready first goes to the other room?”

“Deal” he said getting up and going back to his room, closing the door lightly, not locking it.

It took me around twenty minutes to shower and change into my outfit for the day when he knocked. I was sitting in the sink applying some make up with the bathroom door opened and some Britney Spears song playing in my phone.

“Come in”

“Hi, honey, ready?”

“Almost” I said applying the fifth layer of mascara carefully to not look all stuck together.

“Okay, he said and threw himself on the bed again.

Five minutes later I left the bedroom and grabbed my cute winter boots, putting them on and patting Shawn’s leg for him to get up.

“Let’s go” I said grabbing my purse and tossing my phone and keys inside it.

So we went downstairs to have breakfast and we met my sister and Aliyah, so we ended up eating together. And forty minutes later we were walking to the Eiffel Tower with our parents and laughing. We ended up taking amazing pictures, and Flo convinced me and Shawn to take those cute couple pictures to copy one that was right beside us, which resulted in cute pictures but extremely funny memories.

Then we had lunch and headed to Musee d’Orsay, where we got to see amazing artwork and obviously, more goofy pictures. After that, we got to the subway and got to the hotel pretty quickly.

“Okay, kids, we’re too tired to leave and go somewhere to eat something, so we’re going to our rooms and meet here tomorrow? We’re going to Versailles Palace at 10”

“Deal, goodnight” I said as they got in the elevator.

“What are you guys doing? I don’t feel like dressing up and shit, but I still wanted to go somewhere and grab something to eat” Flo said and Liyah nodded.

“We could go to that market on the next block and grab some stuff and eat upstairs” Shawn said.

“That’s actually nice, dude” I said and he stared at me.

“Hm, okay, I’m just going upstairs real quick to change my shoes, these are killing me” Liyah said.

“Oh, I’ll go with you, my phone’s dead”

“Of course it is, you spent the day listening to music, how could any battery last, Flo?”

“Kiss my ass, Liyah”

“Language!” I said as both got in the elevator and Flo just gave me a cynical smile “do you want to go upstairs or... what?” I asked as a noticed that he was still staring at me with a funny expression.

“Did you just ‘dude’ me?”

“Hm, yeah, I guess, what’s wrong?”

“‘Dude’? Seriously, Y/N?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m not just your dude!”

“You’re not?”

“No! I’m... I’m... I’m more special than that! I’m your best friend!”

“I know that, sweetie, of course you’re more special than that, but why can’t I call you dude?”

“You can, it’s just, oh, forget it”

“Shawn... it would be weird if your girlfriend called you that, but I’m just your friend”

“First of all, I’m single, just for the record, and second, you’re much more than just my friend, you’re you!”

“Okay, sorry for calling you ‘dude’, Shawn” I said giggling to cover the butterflies fighting to get out of my stomach.

“Okay, I’ll forgive you if you give me a hug” he said and I just wrapped my arms around his middle, laying my head on his chest and he did the same, rubbing my back up and down, making me wanna melt in his embrace and just stay there forever.

“You’re cute” Liyah said approaching with a huge shit eating grin in her face.

“I know” Shawn said flashing a cocky smile.

“Wasn’t talking about you specifically, but you both, as a couple” Liyah said rolling her eyes.

“We’re not a couple, kiddo”

“But you could be” Flo said winking.

“Not really, we’re best friends since I was born basically, he has a girlfriend, and we don’t have this kind of feeling for each other”

“Honey?”

“Hm?” I said leaning my chin on his chest, to be able to look at his face.

“I’m single”

“Oh, sorry, but anyway, hmm... we’re just friends”

“Yeah, we are just friends, Liyah”

“Can we just go? I’m starving” Flo said.

“Sure, let’s go” Shawn said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the lobby and to the street.

“Hey, be careful, I’m not a doll”

“Sorry” he said giving me a sheepishly smile, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s okay, big guy”

“What are we eating again?”

“Maybe we could get a few croissants and some cheese, and wine, I don’t know”

“That would be nice” Flo said smiling “some chocolate too, right?”

“Yeah, sure” Shawn flashing her a smile and Flo chuckled.

“That’s why I love you, Mendes”

We reached the market pretty quickly with light chatter and giggles, and Shawn kept me incredibly close the whole time. Like, literally, he would never let go of me. If I was trying to reach the top shelf, he would come from behind me, lay his hand on my waist and then grab the thing for me. And this is just driving me insane. Especially now that I know he’s single. Shit.

So we ended up with a few different types of cheese, bread, chocolate and candy, and of course, we bought soda for our sisters and three different kinds of wine. Obviously not all for today, but maybe for different occasions, and they were all cheap, so whatever. We headed back to the hotel and went back to our bedrooms to shower and change into something comfier.

About an hour later we were all gathered up on Shawn’s room, spread on the fluffy rug near the balcony, so we could see the tv and the beautiful view his room had. We were on our second glass of wine and stuffed with food, laughing about silly stories of our early lives. I was laying on the ground, with my head on Shawn’s lap, Aaliyah was leaning with her back against the wall and Flo was laying on the ground with her feet against the wall.

“So... everyone here is single?”

“I guess so”

“Guys! This is the first time in years that this happens!”

“Hm, yeah...? Should we all cry together to celebrate how we are all alone?” Flo said chuckling.

“You’re so dramatic!” I said laughing

“She’s your sister, of course she is”

“Shawn!” I said smacking his chest playfully.

“What? I’m not a liar, baby” he said with his face a little flushed due to the wine, and suddenly, the room fell incredibly quiet and I could feel all eyes on me.

“So, we are all single, we should go out sometime, like we used to do”

“Yeah, we definitely should!” Shawn said grinning.

“Okay, sure”

“Everybody shut up, I love that movie!” Flo said rising from where she was sitting on the floor, moving to the spot in front of the TV while Coraline played on the background, making everyone chuckle.

“Honey?” Shawn said barely a whisper a few minutes later, starting to play with my hair.

“Hm?” I only hummed in response, closing my eyes.

“My back kinda hurts, do you mind if we move to bed?” He asked softly, still running his fingers through my hair and I just shook my head and sat, getting up and crawling in his bed.

“You’re making yourself at home, right, Y/N?”

“I’m tired, Florence, fuck off” I said nuzzling my face deeper into the pillow.

“Where’s your room? Why don’t you just go to bed, we don’t mind if you’re that tired”

“It’s the one beside his, through that door” I said pointing to it and they both eyed me curiously.

“Really? Isn’t that funny?”

“What’s funny?” Shawn said sitting beside me with his back against the headboard and placing my head on his lap again.

“The fact that you too are inseparable again in less than 24 hours and extremely touchy, and your rooms are next to the other, I mean... you guys would look amazing together” Liyah said turning back to stare at us and I could feel my whole face burning.

“Liyah, we’ve always been this way, that’s just us, okay? We’ve been best friends forever, and she clearly said that is literally all she’s ever felt for me, so just drop it, okay?” Shawn said and I sat up to just stare at him.

“What I felt? Have you ever... I don’t, felt something different than this?”

“Me? No, I love you, like, so much, but it’s not like that, ya know... I just don’t want you to leave me” he said and I nodded, laying back and closing my eyes again.

“I would never leave you, Shawn, don’t be dramatic” I said lazily and he just chuckled.

I never noticed that I drifted off, only moments later when I heard something shuffling around the room.

“So we’re going back to our room, we are really tired, are you going to let her stay?”

“Of course, I would never be able to deny her anything”

“Just be careful, don’t fall harder than what you already did, bro, I don’t know if she feels the same”

“Me neither, she never talks to me about this stuff, ya know? And I’m her sister, for Gods sake”

“Yeah, I know, but I love her, I always did and always will”

“Yeah, whatever, we’re heading to bed, you should do the same, goodnight, Shawn”

“Night, Mendes”

“Goodnight, lemme take you guys there”

And with that, I heard nothing more, just the click of a door, and that’s when I knew I was asleep. Shawn is not in love with me or whatever. That must have been the craziest dream in my like.

“Honey?” I felt something caressing my face forcing me to stir awake “honey, it’s one in the morning, I didn’t want to wake you, but also didn’t want you to feel awkward in the morning since you never told me if you wanted to sleep with me... I mean, here”

“Hm, okay, I’m getting up” I mumbled with my face buried in the pillow.

“Do you want to stay?”

“No, I’m getting back to my room” I said sitting on the bed rubbing my face.

“Do you want me to carry you there? I don’t mind”

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine” I said stretching and getting up, grabbing my phone from the floor and turning around to say goodnight, but almost chocking at the view.

He was shirtless, with his flannel pijama pants hanging low on his hips and with the ends of it tugged in his socks. He looked so effortlessly hot that it hurt. He’s just like a freaking Greek God. Like, holy shit, who looks like that?

“You sure? You’re just standing in the middle of the room”

“Yeah, totally fine! Oh, do you need help cleaning the room?” I said looking around and seeing it was spotless.

“The girls helped me”

“Now I feel worthless”

“No, you’re just tired and none of us had the heart or the need to wake you”

“Oh, okay, I’m going to bed, I’m sorry for not helping at all”

“It’s okay, goodnight, honey, now come here and give me a kiss”

“Goodnight, Shawn” I said hugging him and kissing his collarbone, which is what I could reach and he laughed, kissing the top of my head and then letting me go.

And I just went back to my room, with butterflies flying on my stomach, but I was really tired to fight them, so I just crashed on bed and slept.

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The Circus V

Werewolf! Kylo x Reader Modern/Monster AU

Words: +3.200

Warnings: None

AN: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I’m back! At least for the last parts for the Circus. The next Parts will be posted each Friday until we are done with them. I’m also writing on other stuff but I’m honestly not sure if I will post them. Zero Feedback = Zero Motivation to post them, since it makes no difference to me. So yeah we will see...

MASTERLIST: Can be found in my bio if you are interested in more!

“What happened to you?” Kylo chuckled when he came around the corner to find his beautiful girlfriend covered from head to toe in paint streaks.

“I started your banner!” taking the cool bottle of lemonade from him, Y/N quickly took a few sips before brushing over her forehead to look at her work.

Following her gaze Kylos mouth fell open. With a chuckle she carefully pushed his chin up.

“Holy shit! That's me?” he asked astound and stepped closer to look at his own face on the gigantic Banner.

“Well yeah, who else. But it's still not finished so don't expect too much!” she mumbled a bit worried that she wouldn't be able to satisfy everyone's expectations.

“Oh don't make that pouty face, Moonshine. I look fucking badass.” grinning at the banner he already saw the wolf sketch that would be behind his shoulder.

“This will be awesome, you should really stop underestimating yourself so much.” he mumbled and pulled her closer, to press a kiss on her soft lips.

“I know … but that's how the progress works.” stretching herself, Y/N yawned.

“How about we take a little break?” Kylo already grabbed her by her hip and sat her down on the hood of his car.

“Yeah… the paint needs to dry anyway.” leaning back she already enjoyed the nice sunshine and closed her eyes before Kylo joined her.

“Ah wait, careful...” quickly shielding her ear with one hand, she grabbed the tiny white snake that had been sleeping in her hair again.

“Well … Hello Koh, what are you doing here… again?!” Kylo growled with a sweet tone to the snake who just looked away and curled around Y/Ns fingers.

“Phasma is training for her show and he is still too young so I babysit him.” with a smile Y/N started to pat it's tiny head and the little snake closed its eyes in relaxation.

“Well if you want a baby to take care of, I have an idea...” Kylo growled seductively in her ear and she started to chuckle.

“Mhmm I think I should listen to Poes tip and tie you up at night from now on.” with a teasing grin she pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I`m not in my rut!” he huffed offended and she just giggled even more.

“You are so sweet when you try to hide the truth.” ruffling through his hair, Kylo quickly pulled his head away, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

“Oh come on. I`m just teasing, Darling.” Y/N took the last sips of her drink before looking surprised at the little snake in her other hand.

“Did you hear that?” looking over to Kylo he only shrugged his shoulders.

“What should i have heard?” gently laying his hand against her cheek, she lightly shook her head.

“Maybe I just have been to long in the sun.” watching the little snake for another moment, she placed him back around her left ear before sliding off the car.

“I get you some water, then… Don't overdo it please.”

“Don`t worry about me, you have your training soon!” she reminded him and he looked shocked down at his watch.

Running into the tent, he quickly grabbed a glass of water and brought it to her before pressing a strong kiss on her cheek.

“I`ll see you later! Love you! God dammit!”

Watching him run towards the big tent she could only try to hide her laughter.

“Yes you`re right. He is a bit clumsy sometimes.” Y/N answered the little snakes hiss and started to mix her paints to continue Kylos banner.

A few hours later, Y/N had made a lot of progress and the little snake slowly poked his head out between her hair.

“You want to take a break?” she asked it and Koh hissed delighted. For now the Banner needed to dry anyway and tomorrow she would be finally finished with the first one. It was only missing Kylos stage name now. Cleaning her brushes and the glasses she had used, she stepped inside the cool tent. She had already noticed that whatever kind of weather was outside, the tents were always at a comfortable temperature.

“Want to help me choose the colours for your Mamas Banner?” she asked the little snake while placing it next to her sketchbook on the wooden work desk.

Letting out a small hiss, Y/N nodded with a smile.

“I'll get you some water then.” getting a tiny bowl she filled it with water and placed it next to the small snake and watched him drink for a moment, before she pulled her aquarelle colours out of a drawer.

“So what do you think? I put you big in front like you wished for. Phasma right after you with all your other siblings.” Y/N stretched her hand out to the white snake who quickly slithered on it and looked down at the finished lineart she had made.

“Pretty!” the snake hissed and pressed his scaled snout against Y/Ns cheeks just like a small kiss. Giggling to herself, she watched Koh for another moment. So it was him she had heard earlier, first it was a little shock but now that she had time to think about it, it made sense. Since she was here she had noticed more and more magical things inside the circus, little things like the changing appearance of her co-workers, who looked more and more like their original forms. A man with horns, a woman with flowing hair as if she was constantly underwater or the wondrous animals she just had laid eyes on so far. So, that she was able to understand Koh it must have been a part of being here and especially being accepted by everyone, even though she was just a mere human, at least that was her conclusion to all of this.

“So since you're white, how should i paint you ...” Y/N started to mumble to herself while taking a closer look at Koh who rolled himself together on her hand.

“Rainbow.” he hissed and she noticed the lightest bit of colourful shimmer on his small scales.

“Oh I see! I can definitely try something like this!” grabbing another piece of paper she prepared an example and showed it to Koh.

With a small hiss the Snake observed the paper before turning itself to it's own body.

“More shimmer, please?”

“No problem, sweety. Silver or Gold?” placing two containers next to the test drawing the small snake looked between them.

“Silver, please.” he nodded excited and watched closely while she placed a thin layer over the light rainbow part.

“How is that, my little friend?”

“Perfect! Thanks!” getting booped by his snout again, Y/N smiled. It was nice to have the little snake around while all of the others were so busy preparing their acts, since the first date of the show was announced for this weekend.

Working on the colouring for Phasmas Banner, Koh slowly made his way on her head to watch from above while he curled around a strand of hair.

“Can we visit Mama soon?” the small snake asked after a while with a yawn and Y/N carefully stretched herself after putting her brush down.

“Yeah, let's go… I'm creatively exhausted too.” cleaning up her desk, Y/N soon made her way towards the big tent, the sun slowly sinking in the background.

Koh climbed back down towards her ear where he had the best grip and felt the most comfortable.

“Y/N? I was just about to come over to you.” Phasma was approaching them and Koh quickly stuck his head out of Y/Ns hair.

“Mama!” he called with a wide open mouth which made Phasma smile with adoration.

“Are you done already? Koh wanted to watch you rehearse.” Y/N stated and helped Koh from her ear before holding him towards his mother.

Surprised, the tall woman let Koh climb from Y/Ns hand to her own, not taking her eyes off of the young woman in front of her.

“How did you know?”

“He told me.” tilting her head the slightest Y/N shrugged her shoulders as if it was the most normal thing.

“Is that so?” Phasma smiled, not trying to show how concerned she was.

“Yes. She understands me, Mama. It's very nice. We talked a lot today.” pushing his head against Phasmas cheek for a moment, Koh soon slithered up into her hair.

“Let's go together then. Everyone is still in the tent. How did your painting go?” she asked while they walked to the Main Entrance.

“Good! Just need to put Kylos Name on the Banner tomorrow and then I will be starting with yours. Koh helped me pick most colours.” she smiled and the small snake nodded delighted, Phasma could tell he was very proud about it.

For her little child it was of course exciting to be able to communicate with a normal human, but it made her more than worried.

Entering the main tent, Y/N could already see Kylo on the wooden stage in his big wolf form, before someone laid their arms around her waist, it was Rey.

Y/N could feel Rey slightly rub her head against hers and she started to laugh. Since she had spent a few hours with the female werewolf to sketch her, Y/N and Rey slowly became friends after getting over the first awkward hurdle.

“Get your goddamn awful smell off of her!” Kylo suddenly screamed and came running, before turning back into his human form and ripping Y/N basically away from the other before nuzzling his face like crazy against hers.

Starting to giggle, she quickly pressed a kiss on his lips and in an instant he seemed to calm down.

“Come on, at least let me borrow her from time to time.” Rey called teasingly while stalking around them.

“In your dreams, bitten!” growling he wrapped his arms tighter around Y/Ns waist.

“Don’t be so selfish, especially when she smells so sweet at the moment.” Rey sighed deeply as if she was talking about the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Now you've done it!” turning back the black much bigger wolf chased around a brown one which only snickered while running away.

“What is it with them today?” Y/N laughed while watching them before Finn landed right beside her, which made her look up in confusing wondering where he even came from.

“As far as we understand it...”

“More like just assuming...” Poe interrupted.

“We think Rey is teasing Kylo for his rut, since you are ready to have pups.”

“Oh okay… Wait… what?!” first she nodded understandingly before Y/Ns eyes widened in realization.

“Kylo explained to us once that werewolves fall into ruts when they smell that their female is most fertile to have the pups.”

“And he smells that?!” she shrieked while sniffing on her own arm, her cheeks getting redder by the second.

“Your blood does smell a little sweeter than normal, I guess.” Finn agreed nodding.

Shocked Y/N looked at Finn, before she pulled the jacket around her shoulders closer and quickly zipped it up.

“Pervert ...” Y/N crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“No! Please don’t misunderstand I'm not doing it on purpose!” Finn plead to her.

“Vampires and Werewolves just have a very sensitive nose for blood. Believe me!”

“How embarrassing ….” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around herself.

“Don't give it any mind. That's just how these things work i guess.” Phasma tried to calm her and patted her head.

Kylo had thrown Rey off the stage who landed in her normal form next to them.

“Fine big guy. I keep away from her for now until you calmed down.” the young woman bowed and winked to Y/N before leaving the tent.

The black wolf quickly came running again, his mouth curled up into a grin, very proud of himself to have defended his mate, before he turned back and embraced her.

Nuzzling his face against hers again, Kylo tried to get rid of every bit of smell that wasn't his.

When he looked down at her again and saw her flustered face, Kylo bit his lip, she was just too cute and goddamn tempting.

“Sorry for the chaos...” he apologized and she only nodded slightly while avoiding his gaze.

“Are you already done with training? Kou and I planned to watch.”

“Ah yeah sorry … maybe tomorrow. I'm pretty beat too...” leaning with his heavy weight down on her, Y/N started to struggle to keep him up.

“How about we just go home and cuddle… lots.” he suggested with a loud yawn.

“Actually Kylo, there is something I would like to talk with you beforehand. If that's okay with you...” Phasma suggested and looked down at Y/N.

“Oh sure. I will prepare a nice hot bath for you, my love.” standing on her tiptoes, Y/N pressed a gentle kiss on his lips before she wished everyone else a good night and left.

With a heavy sigh Kylo watched her leave before he gave Phasma and the little snake on her head his attention.

“What is it? You look pretty serious.” raising his eyebrows, she suddenly pointed up at the small snake that was just letting out a long yawn.

“Y/N can understand him! I don't know why or how, but she can completely understand him!”

“Are you really sure about that?”

“I didn't see it myself, but Koh and her both confirmed it.”

“Wait… holy shit does that mean she is one of us?” sitting down next to the werewolf, Poe crossed his legs.

“She can't be...” Kylo stated shocked before letting himself fall on a chair nearby.

“She doesn't smell like any of us. And if Y/N really can understand him shouldn't she at least have a similar fragrance like Phasma?” he asked Finn who only nodded in thought.

“Yeah, they have completely different scents.” the Vampire agreed.

“She doesn't have to be a Snake person to talk to him. I mean… Nature Spirits could too.”

“And it seems like Y/N just now started to understand him, right?” Poe added and Phasma looked to her small son who slowly nodded.

“He tried before but today was the day she seemed to really understand him.” she explained to the others.

“That is… unexpected.” brushing his hair back, Kylo took a deep breath.

“Well it doesn't really change anything seeing that she might not know herself.”

“Is it only Kou she can speak to?”

“I don't know… come to my tent tomorrow and we can find out. It just really surprised me...”

“Finn and I could do some research if you want too...” Poe suggested but Kylo seemed to barely listen anymore.

“Yeah, I will try to talk to her about it.” standing up he left the others behind without saying another word and made his way to the edge of the Circus where their tent was.

As soon as he saw her, Kylo grabbed her by her waist and picked her up before letting his lips clash against hers.

With a chuckle she wrapped her legs around his hip and quickly held onto his broad shoulders.

“Don't get ahead of yourself...” she warned with a smile when she felt his firm grip on her behind.

“But you are so goddamn tempting.” kissing along her neck, he could hear her heartbeat fasten before she quickly pushed his face away and laid her hands over his nose.

“How do I smell like to you?” she asked ashamed and for a moment he looked confused at her.

“Oh … the others told you, huh?” nodding the slightest, Y/N laid her head on his shoulder.

“Well to me ...” leaning down to her he let his nose run over the exposed skin on her neck.

“You smell like a warm summer night and since yesterday there is a hint of sweetness that just drives me crazy. Similar to the Cotton Candy that we ate the night we met.” Y/N screamed when Kylo suddenly let himself fall with her onto their bed.

“And it's not just that, if you should think that. You`re drop dead gorgeous and i still can't fucking believe that you are mine. Only mine.”

“Okay okay enough or my heart will explode!” chuckling shyly, Y/N was the one who nuzzled her head against him.

“Are you sure, because I have a lot more.” he smiled while smothering her face with kisses.

“Kylo?” hearing her serious tone he stopped and looked down on her.

“How is that when someone is expecting pups? What happens at full moon when the baby is still in the mother?”

“You were worrying about that?”

“Well when we have pups at some point ...better I will be prepared, right? Besides it seems to be the topic of the whole damn Camp...” she mumbled and her cheeks started to flush with a pink hue. They never had gone further than snogging and already talking about children seemed a little much, but also necessary and she was curious herself.

“Oh sweetheart… let me show you something.” pulling out his phone, he rolled right beside her and showed her a few pictures.

“I asked my mom to send them earlier this week.” he swiped through the pictures and watched intently when she started to giggle.

“Wait, is that really you with little wolf ears?”

“Yeah that's me when I`m two. Werewolves start transforming around their 3-5 year. It will be just like a completely normal pregnancy my mother told me.”

“So you were an early one, huh?” she grinned.

“I always was. When you hit puberty it's starts that the full moon takes over.” he explained while Y/N had taken the phone from him still staring interested at the pictures until she saw a small Kylo in a tub.

“Oh no! Your bath!” suddenly jumping from the bed she run to the back of the tent.

With a smile on his lips Kylo shook his head before his eyes fell back on a picture with his parents. A heavy sigh escaped his lips before he followed Y/N after a short while.

“Maybe you should join me… you are still covered in paint, my Moonshine.” laying his hand on her hip from behind, he looked over her shoulder while she added something into the hot water.

“I would just ruin the nice water and we two would both be stained. So you still have to go in alone, my love.” leaning against his chest, she felt him press a kiss against her head before he buried his face in her hair.

“Maybe next time then.” he said teasingly before turning her around, pulling Y/N into a soft kiss.

“I love you, Moonshine.”

“I love you too… my big bad wolf. Now get your butt in that tub!” she chuckled before giving him a light slap on his butt just like he would always do.

“Yes ma’am.” pressing a quick kiss against her temple, the werewolf let her leave and soon was laying in the tub, just letting the hot water soak in and his sore muscles relax.

Now waiting for Y/N to come out of the bath, Kylo was just rubbing his hair dry while trying to think of a way how to start up a conversation about the fact that she could speak with the little snake.

It was something that he just couldn't wrap his head around, for him her scent always had stuck out of the crowd of normal humans, but that she might be one of them was a light shock for him.

Of course it didn't change anything about his feelings for her, he was just worried under which circumstances she lived beforehand since she didn't seem to know herself.

Hearing her little footsteps come closer he looked up to find his girlfriend in her favourite pyjamas and dripping hair.

“You stole all the towels!” she pouted and he quickly took the towel he just used to throw it over her head to ruffled her hair dry.

Letting herself fall into his lap, she waited patiently with a smile.

Just these small moments were something that always made her day and it seemed like for Kylo it was the same, that he literally forgot to talk with her and soon the were cuddled up in their gigantic bed.

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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Out On Bad Behavior - Ron Tully (SOA) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Tully’s out on parole, and he hasn't seen you in months. Things are gonna get rough.

Notes: Hi yes hello, I’d sell my soul to satan to fuck Ron Tully. Thx for coming to my ted talk

Notes Notes: No, I don’t condone his ideology. This is his character, minus that.

"You got a girl, Teller?"

Tully's voice is deep, calm, and his dark eyes speak volumes. Jax studies him.

"I got girls."

Instead of taking the plural response personally, Tully just smirks, sitting back in his seat. "The only reason a guy don't have a main girl, is if she don't fuck so good. You stick with the ones that fuck good and fuck often, you're set for life. Not only do you get great pussy when you need it, you've got a girl who'll stick with you through thick and thin, cause she knows she'll never get better dick. And it's one in a million if she's not a fuckin' psycho bitch."

Jax raises his eyebrows. "I'll try to remember that." Tully taps his head. The blonde biker folds his arms. "Alright. You got a girl on the outside, I'm assuming."

"Mmm. My girl is the real deal, man. Ride or die. And the sex?" He leans back, grinning.

"That good?" Jax indulges, unable to suppress his own boyish smile.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Tully nods, biting his lip. "She’s takin’ care of my dogs while I’m gone. My real dogs.... can't wait to get out and see her again."

Jax lowers his voice, glancing around in that conspiratorial manner that Tully wishes he'd stop doing. "You may just get your wish soon, man. I overheard some guards talking about you. Said you'd be out within the month on some parole deal they’re all pissed about."

Tully stares. "Well, look at that. I guess behaving myself gets me somewhere in life."

You haven't seen him in months, and it's like a freight train hitting you. Pent up feelings of loss, love, and affection bubble to the surface as you see him walking toward you with that same swagger, escorted by two cops who don't even know who they're fucking with. You wait patiently, and the strongest feeling of all takes over.

"Tully," you whisper, and he locks his pinky finger in yours.

"Baby girl."

Unable to hold back, he loops his arms around you, and squeezes you against him in a deep kiss he’s been waiting for for months. You kiss back eagerly, moaning into his lips as his hand travels between your legs. When he finally lets you go, he side-eyes the two cops who escorted him out.

“Got your kicks for the day, boys?” They shift uncomfortably, and Ron chuckles as you latch onto his arm like his pretty little plaything.

Once he gets you home, it's like a ticking bomb has been set off. He wants you and you want him, but there's a dance involved. You want to ask him about jail... but not now. Later. All that shit can wait.

Tully speaks.

"Missed you."

"Likewise."

He takes a good look at you, lust in his eyes rising. You inch your top up, as if trying to decide whether or not to take it off. "You're my pretty little kitty, isn't that right?"

"Yeah..."

"With that sweet little pussy," he groans, biting his bottom lip. "That pussy still nice and wet for me?"

"Mhmm."

"Bring your gorgeous little self over here, show daddy."

You sway your hips as you approach him. He watches you, erection obvious in his tented slacks. He looks so good sitting there, dominance clear in his eyes. There’s no question who’s in control here.

"Now, I'm gonna cum inside you faster than usual," he murmurs, brushing his fingers against your thighs, "I haven't been 8 inches deep in you for 7 months. That's enough to drive me insane, baby. Of course, I made do," he smirks, "Man's got needs. But it was never the same."

You moan, imagining what Tully must have looked like fucking someone else as you crawl into his lap. His chin lifts, and he lets you settle yourself there, his clothed erection sliding nicely to fit between your parted thighs. You think of him getting what he needs in prison... you imagine he'd grunt, taking them for all they're worth, showing them who's boss, who their daddy is.

"Tell me about it?"

"Mmm," he hums, stroking the hair out of your face, "You wanna know about the bitch I fucked in jail?"

"Mhmm."

"Hearing about it'll get you nice and wet down below, baby?"

"Yeah..."

"Well. He had a pretty little hole... just like you." He leans in, so his lips are beside your ear, hot breath in your hair and stubble scratching your cheek. "I pretended that pretty little ass was you, begging for my cock like I knew a fucking little whore like you would."

"Oh," your breath hitches as you grind down into his lap, and Tully convulses a little in a full body shudder, obviously not used to the physical stimulant of a real girl’s touch again.

"-But oh, how I missed you. How I missed... this." He slips two fingers past your panties and into your tight heat, curving them to make an obscene wet noise. "Look at how wet she is for her daddy," he cooes in that buried, genteel southern edge, "All for me. All thinkin' about me... fucking you to high heaven on this cock."

"Oh god, Tully," you gasp, grinding.

"You ever had a cock bigger’n this?"

"Never..."

"Tell me, who do you belong to?" he growls.

"You."

"Did you go slutting around town while I was incarcerated?"

"N-no, I swear!"

"Nah, you wouldn't give it out for free. You’re just too goddamn good for that," he nips your earlobe, and uses his thumb to rub your clit. "Did you dream about this?"

"Uh huh."

"Every night, I dreamed about all the shit you do to me. Dreamed about that cunt. The blow jobs you give me whenever you're feeling nice and slutty. Woke up hard every morning, and all the guys got a nice wake-up call when I started to fuck my fist and call your name as loud as I fuckin' could." He chuckles, stroking your stomach. “It was like a community alarm clock of sorts.” Your thighs start to tremble, thinking of how he must have looked jerking his cock for you, thinking of fucking you deep with it. His eyes fall to your breasts, and you can tell by the ravenous look in his eyes he wants to squeeze them, touch them, suck on them. But he restrains himself, keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips, in control as always.

"That's so hot, daddy."

"Mm? What's hot, baby girl? Tell daddy. Wanna hear it."

"Thinking of you..." you gasp, pussy clenching as he strokes you just right, "...touching yourself, thinking of me. Getting cum all over your chest calling my name."

He hums again, the deep sound sending shivers down you. God, you want him so fucking bad.

"Would've been nice to have you there, to lick it all up," he murmurs, dark eyes searching you, "Hm? My little cumslut'd like that, wouldn't she? Tasting daddy's cum, cleaning him up good?"

"Oh... Jesus, yes."

"Go ahead, baby. Do what you been waitin’ to do since you saw me again. Hold onto daddy and cum as hard as you need to, like the good little whore you are."

He knows how names like that turn you on. You picture what he described, how he looked walking toward you, cuffed then uncuffed in that white wifebeater. That look he had in his eyes, like a wolf, like he wanted to absolutely devour you. With two more pumps of his fingers, you cum, coating them. He pulls his fingers out, and has you lick them for him.

"That's it. Beautiful." He watches you breathe heavily, head cocked, and lets you suck on his fingers for a bit longer. Then he pulls them past your lips with a pop. "I think it's my turn now."

"You gonna fuck me, daddy?" you moan, enticing him with your breasts.

"Yeah," he drawls, unzipping his pants, “I think so.” He takes it out, giving your ass a nice spank before parting you and lining himself up. When he pushes in, you think you've never felt something so fucking good. It's been too long since you've had him. It's been far too long.

His head rolls back as he admires how your ass moves up and down against him, as he bounces you on his cock.

"Goddamn. You were made for this, sweetie," he moans, tugging your hair back and closing his fingers around your neck. The labored breaths ripping from him are evidence he's working hard for it, and you give right back, working your ass down. He chokes you a little harder, and it all comes rushing up on you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna--" you wheeze, and his low, growled out grunts increase as he pounds faster. "Ahhh, god," you whine, and cum hard on his cock again. Feeling you coat him with wetness, he thrusts two, three more times, and with a grunt of your name, he cums as well, deep inside you.

"That's the girl I missed," he muses, chest rising and falling. Sweat dots his forehead and arms, but you don't care. You wrap yourself up in his big arms, and cuddle against his tattooed chest, feeling the pudge of his stomach rising and falling gently. He holds you there, rocking, kissing the top of your head.

"Not goin' anywhere now, baby girl. That's a fuckin' fact you can count on."

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frickfracksnatchisback · 5 years

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Fixing the Broken Past (AGIT AU-Part 3)

Why hello there! Welcome to the blog where I write too slow! (In all seriousness, this should have been done ages ago.) After seven years I have managed to crawl from the depths of my crave and gift you this! So yeah, please be merciful about how long it took for me to finish this. Make sure to check out @shaykai / @hatsparadox if you haven’t already! They’re super awesome and make amazing content!

Warning! You should know the drill by now. But if you don’t, dark angsty stuff at about halfway through this. I bet you can guess why~

Enjoy your robo-fluff and robo-angst!

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It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly in the cloudy sky and spreading sunlight everywhere it could. It shone on the grass, on the sidewalk, and through the windows of many different homes in the suburban area. But even as the sunlight shone through the window of one particular cozy house, someone just wasn’t waking up. The sunlight lit up a child’s room, making the inhabitant of the bed toss and turn. They lifted the covers over their head to block out the rays, turning them into a simple lump on the bed. This person was so obsessed with wanting extra sleep that they didn’t even hear the door of their bedroom creak open and close. They also didn’t hear a small hatted intruder tip-toe over to the side of their bed. But they were about to.

“Mu! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” Hat Kid said excitedly, poking and prodding at the lump of blankets in middle of the bed.

“Mhmm...no.” the lump mumbled back, not moving a muscle. Hat Kid huffed a little and put her hands on her hip in frustration.

“But I want you to see it! C’mon and get out of bed!” Hat Kid kept on, climbing up onto the bed and beginning to bounce on it.

“See...what?” Mu slowly peeked her head from out the blankets. Her blonde hair was an absolute mess and her eyes were heavy and tired. She wasn’t even wearing her signature hood, which was laying nearby on her bedside table. Hat Kid reached over, grabbed the hood, and threw it in Mu’s face. Mu grumbled in protest, but still didn’t get up from the covers. She just simply pulled the hood from off her, revealing Hat Kid’s grinning face inches away from hers.

“I want you to see me switch him on, silly!”

“WHAT?!” Mu’s eyes went wide in surprise. She got up from her covers in a flash, knocking Hat Kid down onto the floor. She didn’t even bother brushing through her hair, or getting out of her pink pajamas. She just simply pulled her hood over her head and made for the door. But she was immediately stopped from going any further as the door was opened by someone else.

“Sugar, is everything going alright?” the soft voice called as the door creaked open. That voice belonged to CC, the care taker of the house. She was a maid bot built to look like a cat, dressed up in a metal chef’s uniform with an non-matching real chef’s hat. She had rotating ears, a movable metal tail with segments, and even antenna-like whiskers! Though one of her ‘whiskers’ were bent, and her orange metal had a few painted on stripes, she was still a very functional robot thanks to Hat Kid.

Once she opened the door, she was greeted to Hat Kid laying upside down on the floor and Mu in nothing but her hood and pajamas. “Ah, I see your awake already! Did HK wake you up with all her excitement?” she asked Mu cheerfully and Hat Kid giggled behind her. But once she noticed what a mess Mu was, her care taking protocol soon kicked in. “Honey, you need to brush through your hair! You’ve got some awful bedhead.” she said, worried.

“No I don’t! I’m fine!” Mu said confidently, trying to squeeze past her. But CC was having none of it.

“You’re not even dressed! Here-” she said, picking Mu up off the carpet and carrying her in her arms. “Let’s get that pretty blond head of yours brushed out, alright?” she smiled at Mu, cradling her in her arms. But Mu struggled in her arms to try and escape, not wanting any part of it.

“Nuh uh! I want to see Hat Kid switch it on!” Mu said, trying to pry out of her grasp.

“You’re not leaving your room dress like that, young lady.” CC took an authoritative tone, making Mu stop her struggling. Mu sighed, once CC talked like that there was no use fighting it.

“Fine. But put me down!” Mu said, and CC did. Once she gently set her back down, Mu quickly rushed to her dresser.

“And don’t rush! You’ll have plenty of time to wait.” CC reminded her.

“Yeah! I’m not gonna turn him on without you!” Hat Kid added, making Mu a bit more relieved.

Once Mu was dressed and did her hair up in it’s normal fashion, she quickly went to bolt out the door again. Hat Kid and CC were waiting outside, with CC quickly checking Mu to make sure she was all straightened up for the day.

“I’m fine! Can I go now?” Mu huffed, crossing her arms.

“Are you sure? You haven’t even had breakfast.” CC said, her ears slightly drooping. “Here-” she offered, opening her upper chest compartment and taking out a croissant. “You can at least take this. You should never go on an empty stomach!” CC held up the pastry for Mu to take. Mu was reluctant, but only for about five seconds.

“Fine.” Mu sighed, snatching the croissant from CC hand. “...Thank you.” she mumbled, starting to nibbled on the bread.

“You’re welcome sweetie.” CC smiled warmly, closing her compartment. “Now you two can go. And have fun!” CC gently pushed the two on their way.

“We will!” Hat Kid called back, as the two made their way down the hallway. “Why do you always sleep in so late?” she ask Mu, poking fun at her.

“I don’t sleep in late! You wake up too bloody early!” Mu said back, croissant still in her mouth. This just made Hat Kid laugh, making Mu blush in embarrasment.

“C’mon! Race ya!” Hat Kid said, running to the door at the end of the hallway.

“Wh- hey!” Mu said, quickly stuffing her face with rest of her croissant. “No fair! Wait for me!” Mu called back, trying to catch up to Hat Kid while eating what was still her mouth at the same time. But Hat Kid was already there, skidding on the floor and reaching for the door knob.

Hat Kid opened the door that had a child’s drawing stuck to the top of it. The drawing, which was obviously her own handy-work, read ‘Hat Kid’s Workshop!’ with stars and rainbows adorning the sides of the paper. The door, however, didn’t actually lead to a workshop of sorts. It just simply lead to the garage, which Hat Kid had basically turned into her workshop. Since the household had no real need of a car, she had transformed the space into a place where she could tinker as much as she pleased. This included fixing or touching-up CC, creating neat robo-gadgets, or even...housing new robot friends!

The garage workshop was almost like a regular workshop, except much tidier. Books on robot maintenance were housed in a bookcase, one workbench was piled with organized blueprints, another workbench was covered in neatly arranged tools, and recharging stations in the back of the room. The only thing that seemed out of place in all of this, was the giant robot in the middle of the room. It was hoisted up in some sort of metal mechanism, keeping it staining straight. Hat Kid looked at it and smiled excitedly. She had been wanting to switch him on the moment they brought him home. But after doing a few scans, she had discovered that he was more damaged than she first thought. But once she patched up a few places on the outside, fixed a few things on the inside, he was ready to be switched on! There was still a lot of work to do, like his arm which she still hadn’t replaced yet, but she just couldn’t wait any longer!

“Hey! You cheater!” Mu yelled, grabbing Hat Kid’s hat from behind her.

“Give that back!” Hat Kid yelled back, she hated it when Mu took her hat. Mu laughed as she got her revenge by playing keep away with her newfound toy. But she soon stopped once she caught sight of the robot in the room.

“Woah...” she whispered, not caring that Hat Kid had taken her hat back. Mu quickly went up to it, her face glowing with excitement. “Look at him! He looks less like a pile of junk now!” she laughed, knocking the robot’s lower body.

“Hey! Be nice!” Hat Kid scolded Mu, shooing her away from the robot.

“What? It’s not like he care hear me.” Mu scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Well...no. But you should still be nice to him!” Hat Kid huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.” Mu chuckled to herself, before going over to the tools workbench. “So were do you keep the stun gun around here?” she asked, shifting through all the tools and making a mess. “I mean, it’s got to be around here somewhere. Do you keep in a drawer or something?” she kept looking through the tools, not being able to see Hat Kid starting to look a bit nervous.

“I don’t...have a stun gun.” Hat Kid said meekly. Mu perked up at this and whipped around to stare at Hat Kid in surprise.

“You don’t have a stun gun?!” she yelled fearfully, and Hat Kid slowly nodded. “How are we suppose to protect ourselves?!” Mu said in panic, going over to shake Hat Kid.

“I’m not gonna hurt him!” Hat Kid said defensively, shoving Mu off of her. Mu stared at her in disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter if we hurt him! What if he hurts us?!” Mu kept on panicking.

“He’s not gonna hurt us! Mu just listen-”

“But what if he-”

“Mu! Listen to me!” Hat Kid yelled out and grabbed Mu by the shoulders, getting her full attention. “He won’t hurt us. Trust me.” she said calmly. Mu considered this, but bit her lip in worry.

“Are you sure?” Mu asked her, still very unsure.

“I’m sure.” Hat Kid nodded, smiling. “If we have stun guns, he’ll see us as a threat. We just need to give him some space and let him calm down, alright?” she explained, Mu growing more suspicious.

“And what if he gets really mad? You know? With the whole ‘hostile’ thing?” Mu reminded Hat Kid. But Hat Kid just smiled at her with no worries at all.

“Don’t you see, silly? That’s why I brought you with me! He won’t attack us after he sees how big and strong you are!” Hat Kid complimented Mu, making her grin with confidence.

“Well, I am the best!” Mu boasted, posing heroically.

“Yeah! And a huge dork!” Hat Kid laughed, ruffling Mu’s hood.

“Oh yeah? Look who’s talking, nerd!” Mu pushed her playfully, making the two laugh. They hugged each other and laughed for a few minutes, the tension dying away. They both caught their breath after awhile, still smiling at each other.

“Okay! Lets switch this guy on!” Hat Kid announced, rushed over to a metal platform on the floor.

“Got it!” Mu saluted, before going over to the control panel on the right wall. Hat Kid stood firmly on the platform, giving a thumbs up to Mu. Once she signaled that everything was all good, Mu flipped a single switch. Hat Kid wobbled a bit, barely losing her balance, as the platform she was standing on raise itself up. It kept going until it almost reached the ceiling, then it stopped in place. Hat Kid was now at level of the robot’s head, giving her just enough access to its activation button.

“Boop!” Hat Kid said as she pressed the button playfully. Hat Kid leaned over from behind the robot’s head to give Mu another thumbs up. Mu saw this and flipped the lever back up, bringing the platform back down. Hat Kid riskily jumped off the platform, before it was fully on the ground, and rushed in front of the robot. Mu quickly joined her, looking at the robot in excitement.

“Is it on? Is it on?” Mu asked twice, bouncing up and down.

“Shhh! Give him a minute...” Hat Kid shushed Mu, getting her to stop bouncing. The two listened very closely for any sudden noises…

A low whirring noise came from inside the robot. The two girls gasped in amazement, but tried to keep their excited squeals to themselves. It made a few more noises, small clicks and beeps, before letting out steam from its joints. The two girls jumped back as steam fell to the floor. The robot’s body tested itself out, its joints squeaking as it opened and closed its single hand. Then, a yellow hologram projected itself onto the robot’s face. Its eyes were closed, as if it was still sleeping, but it made Hat Kid lose her absolute mind.

“Oh! My! Gosh! That’s so cool!” Hat Kid bounced up and down and closed Mu into a tight hug.

“Hey! Let go of me! I wanna hear want he says!” Mu squeezed herself out of the hug.

The robot began to open its holographic eyes slowly. Hat Kid and Mu were silent, observing it with absolute wonder. It stared back at the two, its face completely blank. Hat Kid smiled wide in delight, making little squeeing noises as she lightly shook Mu’s shoulder. Mu was too busy ‘oohing’ in fascination to notice. The robot blinked, not reacting at all. Or smiling...it didn’t seem to have a mouth projected on yet.

“HI!” Hat Kid shouted, making Mu jump back.

“Jeez HK! Don’t scare him!” Mu pushed Hat Kid.

“Oh yeah! Sorry...” Hat Kid smiled nervously. “Hi there mister! Welcome to your new home!” Hat Kid smiled as she presented the garage. The robot’s eyes looked around, but its head didn’t move very much. “People call me HK! And this is my friend, Mu!” she introduce, poking Mu’s shoulder.

“Sup!” Mu greeting, trying to ‘play it cool’. The robot’s eyes switched between them, not sure of which one to pay more attention to. The two girls waited for a response, or anything for that matter. But the robot said nothing to either of them. They looked at each other, the conversation gone a bit awkward.

“Hey...are you okay?” Hat Kid asked it, worry growing on her face. But the robot just kept on staring at her.

“I think you broke him.” Mu whispered in her ear. But Hat Kid just shoved her away.

“Can you not speak? Do you not have a mouth?” she kept on asking. The robot cocked it’s head a bit in curiosity, which made her rather relieved. She was afraid she really had broken him for a second there. “See? Like this!” she demonstrated, pointing to finger at her own mouth and smiling.

The robot’s eyes seemed to widen in surprise. A small beeping noise came from inside it, as it’s final facial projector finally came online. The two girls watched in surprise as its mouth started to form from yellow static, a thin mouth with two added fangs poking out. Its was completely expressionless for a moment, before its mouth started to turn up a bit. It turned from a small smirk, to a grin, to a wide curling smile. It was a very wide smile, almost reaching up to its eyes. It was much more creepy than inviting, but Hat Kid was too overjoyed to notice.

“Hello.” the robot purred in a deep, foreboding voice.

His voicebox sounded a bit odd, since it hadn’t been used in a while. It sounded like it had a small trace of static and was a bit echoed. But Hat Kid didn’t care, as her eyes were glowing in admiration. Mu...not so much. The robot’s voice had caught her off guard. Very off guard. She knew he wasn’t exactly a ‘good bot’, but that voice didn’t sound welcoming at all. It sounded creepy and...off somehow. It made her feel like something was wrong, forming a pit of dread in her stomach.

“Umm...HK?” Mu tried to nudge Hat Kid. But she was too busy staring at the robot and smiling a gigantic smile.

“OH MY GOSH! THAT IS SO COOL!” Hat Kid yelled out, surprising both Mu and the robot. “You can talk! I mean, of course you can but-” she started to ramble. “Oh my gosh, this is the bestest day ever!” she hugged herself, happily giggling and not staying in one spot at all.

But while Hat Kid was having her moment, Mu looked back at the robot warily. The robot wasn’t paying much attention to her, his sight never leaving Hat Kid. And he was giving her a look that Mu did not trust one bit. It was an ‘evil bad guy’ sort of look. And she knew her bad guys all too well...

“What are you smiling about?” Mu asked him, trying to look intimidating. But the robot simply looked at her, still smiling the same.

“Oh, I was just thinking what a nice place you’ve got here.” he said, taking his eyes off of Hat Kid and looking around the room. “Very nice, very cozy...” he hummed to himself.

“You really think so?” Hat Kid beamed, proud of herself.

“Although...its a bit too cozy for my liking.” he said as he tried to move around, but found that he couldn’t. The metal structure keeping him up was also restraining his upper half, keeping his wheel off the ground. “Hey, kid, would you mind getting me out of this thing? I’d like to have a bit more freedom, if that’s alright with you.” he asked Hat Kid softly, luring her into a trap.

“Sure thing!” Hat Kid said, taking the bait. She started to go and rush for the control panel. But before she could get there, Mu grabbed one of her arms to stop her. “Hey! What gives?” Hat Kid fussed, before noticing the look on Mu’s face. “Mu? Are you doing alright?” Hat asked, concerned.

“Uhh...” Mu mumbled, looking at Hat Kid and then looking back at the robot. “Could you give us a minute Mr. Robot? Alone?” Mu asked him, reluctantly. He looked like he was suspicious for a moment, before smiling ‘warmly’.

“But of course! Its not like I’m going anywhere...” he said with only the teeniest, tiniest bit of sarcasm in his voice.

“Okay, perfect.” Mu nodded, dragging Hat Kid as far away from the robot as she could. Once their backs were facing the robot, Mu tried to warn Hat Kid as best she could. “HK, I don’t think this is a good idea.” she whispered, making sure the robot wasn’t eavesdropping on them.

“What? Why not?” Hat Kid asked in her normal tone of voice, before Mu shushed her to keep quiet.

“Did you not see the huge smile he had on his face?” Mu said, mimicking the robot to prove her point. Hat Kid just stared at her blankly.

“...Yeah? What about it?’ Hat Kid gave Mu a confused look, unsure of what was wrong. Mu look back at her with a mix of disbelief and disappointment, before face-palming.

“Okay...” Mu groaned, not understanding why Hat Kid couldn’t see the danger. “What about his voice? He just sounds...creepy and evil.” Mu shuddered.

“Mu! His voice-thingie is just a little old, that’s all.” Hat Kid told her, giving her a scolding. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge him on the way he talks. You know what they say, ‘Never judge a bot by its cover’!” she stated firmly. Mu gave her a look of Are you kidding me right now?

“Isn’t that supposed to be ‘book’?” Mu asked, partially fed up with Hat Kid’s nonsense.

“It still works!” Hat Kid huffed back, before noticing Mu’s look of doubt. “Hey, I think we should give him a chance.” she tried to calm Mu’s worries. “Thor said he doesn’t like humans, but maybe we can help him! And that means we have to let him get comfy and used to his new home.” she explained, trying to sound as rational as she could. “Just...trust me on this, please? Pretty please?” she asked, giving Mu a hopeful look. Mu hesitated, she really didn’t like where this was going. But at the same time, she really didn’t want to get her friend’s hopes up…

“Okay, I guess you’ve got a good point.” Mu sighed in defeat. “But promise me you’ll be careful.” she said, a hint of worry still her voice.

“Thank you! I will!” Hat Kid jumped up and headed to the control panel. The robot perked up, flashing his smile again. “Are you ready?” Hat Kid asked the robot, reading her hand to press down the big red button to let him go.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” the robot chuckled, the strange tone still there.

“Here we go!” Hat Kid announced, smacking her hand on the button.

Whirring and beeping noises filled the air, as the structure lowered itself to drop the robot’s wheel on the ground. The top part swung open, freeing the robot’s upper half. Mu watched nervously as the robot steadied itself, checking his balance. He brought up his single hand up to inspect it, curiosity and wonder in his eyes.

“There we go! Feeling better?” Hat Kid asked him, scooting up next to Mu.

“Is that comfy enough for you?” Mu added in, keeping her distance from him.

The robot looked back at the two of them, smiling again. But he smiled much wider this time, and slower too. He then started to laugh softly, putting his hand on his face. Hat Kid gave Mu the side-eye, confused as to what he was doing. His laughed started to get louder and louder, until it was so loud it filled the entire garage.

“Ha ha ha...” Hat Kid laughed with it nervously, puzzled as to what was happening. “What’s so funny?” she asked him, as his laughter slowly started to die down. Mu got goosebumps as the robot look at them both with a deadly gaze.

“That was too easy.”

“Wh-” Hat Kid was about to ask, before the robot held his claw up. Mu froze in fear, he was going to attack Hat Kid. She had to act fast.

“LOOK OUT!” Mu screamed, tackling Hat Kid to the ground. Hat Kid didn’t have time to react, as the robot’s claw barely missed her by a hair. The two tumbled to the ground, Hat Kid’s hat falling off her head and onto the ground. Mu quickly looked back at the robot, not caring about Hat Kid fussing at her. The robot looked mean, not to mention incredibly angry. He scowled at her, a look of pure hatred.

“FOOOOOOOOOLS!” he bellowed out, making the two children shrink in fear. “DID YOU REALLY THINK I WANTED TO PLAY NICE WITH YOU BRATS?!” he yelled, getting closer to them. “YOU BETTER MOVE OUT OF THE WAY OR I’LL-” the robot shouted, before he started to wobble in place. Its upper half was too heavy for its little wheel mechanism to carry, making it unsteady.“Woahwoahwoah!” the robot cried out, almost falling to the ground. He managed to catch himself though, straightening himself out in surprise. “Huh...Well that could’ve gone a lot wors-”

“TAKE THIS YOU JERK!” Mu shouted, getting up lightening fast and ramming herself into the robot.

The robot was nearly tipped over, but he managed to smack her away to the side. That didn’t stop him from wobbling, however, as he flailed his remaining arm widely. He yelped out in surprise as he started to fall forwards instead of backwards. Hat Kid quickly saw this, and tried to dash out of the way of the falling robot.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the robot screamed as it plummeted to the ground, Hat Kid getting safely out of the way. It fell to the floor with a loud clang, groaning in pain afterwards. “Ouch...” it grumbled, its face on the floor. It then quickly scrambled to get up, but found that it couldn’t stand itself up on its wheel again. “W-what?! NO!” it yelled in fury, trying its best to push itself up with only on arm. It slipped, stumbling and crashing on its face again. It started to try move again, before sighing in defeat and staying immobile. “P**k it...” it said before going still, its auto-censor bleeping out the swear.

Hat Kid peaked out from the workbench she had hid behind. Seeing the robot face-down was...an odd sight to say the least. Her thoughts of fear were clouded over with worry. He wasn’t moving at all now. Was he okay? Did he hurt himself on accident? Hat Kid crawled out from under the workbench, making her way over to the robot. She took each step carefully, not wanting to alarm it. As she got closer and closer, the robot still wasn’t moving.

“Mister...are you okay?” she asked, genuine worry in her voice. She reached out a hand to try and help him-

“BACK OFF!” he screamed as his head popped back up, giving Hat Kid a fright. Hat Kid fell back on the floor, fear in her eyes as she saw the robot glaring at her. “Don’t you dare touch me!” he growled back at her. She started to crawl away to safety...before she saw the robot’s face. As angry as he was, his eyes very threatening, he almost seemed scared. Like he was afraid that she was going to hurt him. What had happened to him? Did humans do something terrible to him in the past?

“Back away from my friend.”

Hat Kid turned her head swiftly to see Mu standing not too far away from them. She looked unbelievably mad at the robot, standing tall to intimidate it.

“Oh yeah? And just what are you going to do to me if I don’t?” the robot sneered at her, flashing off his projected fangs. Mu’s face turned slightly pale, she hadn’t thought that part through.

“I’ll...I’ll...” she panicked, trying to look around the room for something. She grabbed the first thing that was closet to her. “I’ll hit you with this!” she said, keeping her makeshift weapon. As first, Hat Kid couldn’t exactly tell what she had grabbed. But once Mu held it up, Hat Kid saw that she had grabbed-

A crowbar.

The robot face had an unreadable expression, before turning into one of pure rage.

“You come at me with that, and you’re as good as dead.” he hissed deeply, showing off his clawed hand. Mu shook a little in fear, before shaking it off and taking initiative.

“I’m not afraid of you!” Mu shouted out, rushing over and holding the crowbar above her head. The robot readied himself to-

“STOP!”

Hat Kid used herself as wall, blocking the two from each other. She put both of her hands in front of them, getting their attention. “Mu, drop it.” she said, complete authority in her voice. Mu looked back at her with surprise and panic.

“What?! Are you crazy?! I can’t just-”

“Mu! Drop it now!” Hat Kid shouted at her, standing her ground. Mu looked back at her, then back at the crowbar she was holding. She closed her eyes, sighing long, before letting her grip go. The crowbar hit the ground with a metal clang, making the robot flinch a bit.

“There. I dropped it.” Mu said, holding up her hands in surrender.

“Thank you.” Hat Kid said to her, much softer this time. She turned to the robot, who had the most puzzled look on his face. “I’m so sorry, mister. We didn’t mean to make you upset. Just...please, please, please don’t be mad at us.” she said to him, begging on her knees. The robot just stayed there, staring blankly at her.

“I’m sorry, what?” was all he could say, confused out of his mind.

“Why are you dragging me into this?! He’s the one who tried to kill us!” Mu shouted back, before Hat Kid shushed her briefly. She turned back to the robot, inspecting him.

“Did you break anything when you fell down? Anything dented?” Hat Kid asked, looking his frame over but still giving him space.

“I...no I didn’t but...” the robot said, stumbling on his words. “What is going on? Didn’t I just try to murder you? Why are you asking if I’m okay?” he asked several questions at once. Hat Kid looked back at him with concern and pity. It kind of creeped him out, if he was being completely honest.

“Because I was worried you broke something! I wanted to know so I could try and fix you up again!” she said loudly, making him jump. He looked back at her with more confusion, before quickly realizing something.

“Wait a minute...” he said, recalling past recorded memories. “That was you?! You were the one who was fixing me?!” he said, taken back with surprised. He had felt someone messing around with his insides a few days ago, but he figured it was some sort of mechanic. Not someone as small as this...child.

“Wait, how do you know about that?” Mu called to him, leaning her back on the workbench. Hat Kid shushed her again, making Mu groan in frustration.

“Of course it was me! I wanted to fix you so we could be BFFs!” Hat Kid said excitedly. The robot cocked his head in utter confusion.

“B-F-F?” he said out loud, saying each letter slowly. “Is...that a code of some sort?” he questioned, trying to run it through his processors but coming back negative each time. Hat Kid looked at him for a moment, before giggling to herself. “What? What’s so funny?” he asked her, starting to become concerned about the kid’s health.

“No, silly! It means ‘Best Friends Forever’!” she smiled at him, taking him by surprise again. But when he didn’t smile back, her smile faded away to worry. “Have you never had a friend before?” she asked, making him a bit nervous.

“Um...not exactly?” he came up with, this conversation was getting more awkward by the minute.

“Why don’t Mu and me best your first ever friends?” Hat Kid pushed on him, more excited than ever.

“What?! No! No way am I being friend with that guy, he said he’d kill me!” Mu retaliated, making Hat Kid sigh.

“Oh yeah? Need I remind you, your the one who threaten me first.” the robot smirked. “I was just acting out of self defense.” he boasted, making Mu huff and pout in the corner.

“So can we be friends?” Hat Kid brought up again, grabbing his attention.

“I don’t know...” he mumbled, that awkwardness was back again.

“I know! Why don’t I introduce myself again?” she said, before fake clearing her throat. “Hi! I’m HK!” she said cheerfully, holding out a hand. He shied away for a moment, unsure of what to do. “What’s your name, mister?” she smiled with patience, making him feel a bit more calm.

“I’m...Snatcher...” he hesitated, he had never really ‘introduced’ himself before. Since nobody had ever given him a name, he decided to choose one for himself. But it felt weird now that he was saying it out loud.

“Welcome to your new home, Snatcher!” Hat Kid said, getting up and presenting the garage again. She stopped for a moment, remembering something. “Do you...still want to stay here with us?” she asked Snatcher, giving him the puppy-dog-eye treatment. Snatcher wasn’t really fazed by it, but more fazed by her offer.

Stay with them? As in live in the same home as them? Or did that secretly mean he would become their slave, servant, or something along those lines? Well...she didn’t seem like the spoiled rich kid type. After all, he was in a garage for pity’s sake. So there was that at least. But he still felt uncomfortable at the idea of living with the likes of humans. He hadn’t lived like that in ages, and he hadn’t been planning to anytime soon. Besides, he could very much live on his own without any help from these strange children.

...But, he did have to consider a few other things.

This hatted kid, who was surprisingly eager, was the first human to show him any scrap of kindness in a long time. He couldn’t remember when he had been seen as an actual person. Actually, now that he thought about it, he was never seen as a person by anybody. The two old geezers certainly didn’t like him, the pathetic men who called themselves the ‘Mafia’ weren’t on the best terms when it came to their first meeting, and she was the last person he would ever consider as ‘kind’. But why did this little child care about him so much? She knew he was considered ‘hostile’, and yet she still wanted to repair him. But what was her gain out of all this? It just didn’t make any sen-

“Snatcher? Are you okay? Did you shut yourself down?” Hat Kid asked him, interrupting his train of thought. He snapped out of it and smiled awkwardly at her, not sure of what else to do.

“Sorry, I was thinking to myself. Force of habit.” Snatcher apologized, before quickly regretting it. He didn’t like to think about all those years he had spent ‘shut down’. “Well...” he pondered, considering the situation at hand one last time. “Do you really think you could fix me?” he asked her, practically already knowing the reply he was going to get.

“Sure! I’m really good at fixing up robot buddies!” Hat Kid said, trying to control her unbridled joy. Snatcher paused for a moment, before finally making up his mind about his decision.

“I guess I could stay here then!” Snatcher said while smiling confidently. Hat Kid eyes filled up with glee, as she squealed happily.

“Yayyyyyy! New robo-friend!” Hat Kid said, getting off the floor so she could jump up and down in the air. Snatcher watched her, slightly concerned yet amused at the same time. The kid seemed to be infatuated with him, gasping and jumping at every little thing he did. Which gave him an advantage in all of this. That made him feel much safer, like he was in control. Maybe this was a good idea after all-

“Hold it just a minute!” Mu spoke up, causing Hat Kid to stop jumping. After sulking in the corner for so long, she decided to make her way over to Snatcher. “If you stay with us, you have to cool it with the evil...ness...” she said with authority, before trailing off near the end. This earned a snicker from Snatcher.

“Nice choice of words there, kid.” Snatcher said, trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Hey! You heard what I said!” Mu shot back as her face went red, either from anger or embarrassment. “No murdery stuff! Or else!” she said firmly, before sticking out her hand for him to shake.

“You do realize I only have one arm, right?” Snatcher said jokingly, quite prideful that it got a giggle out of Hat Kid. Mu puffed up her cheeks, not finding the joke as funny. “Alright, fine then. I won’t do any ‘murdery stuff’-” Hat Kid giggled again as he spoke. “-As long as you stop calling me...How did you put it again? ‘A pile of junk’?” he sneered back, making Mu’s mouth drop in disbelief.

“How did you-?! How could you-?!” Mu sputtered, before letting out a long groan of anger and running towards the exit door. As he heard the loud bang of her leaving the room, he laughed a bit to himself. That hooded brat was going to be fun to mess with. Especially once the other kid replaced him arm. He looked back a Hat Kid, who beamed brightly at him. Then, without warning, she pounced on him in a big hug. He froze still, how long had it been since he had received a hug? Oh yeah! Too long for his liking.

“Uh, kid? I don’t think we’ve quite reached the ‘hugging’ stage yet.” Snatcher said, squirming uncomfortably.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry!” Hat Kid apologized, getting off of him in about two seconds flat.

“You’re...fine, kiddo. Just give me a bit of warning next time.” Snatcher trailed off, still a bit uncomfortable.

This was going to be quite the adjustment, Snatcher thought to himself. Living with two small children (and whatever guardians they had) was going to be...weird at first. With all this affection, hugging, and whatnot. That was defiantly out of his comfort zone, no doubt about that. But who knows? Maybe with a bit of extra time, this kid could fix him good as new! And he had time to spare, he supposed.

Although, staying here? Permanently? That raised a few concerns. Ones that he didn’t exactly know how to answer. Sure the kid would fix him, give him shelter, and be ‘friends’ with him. But he was his own bot, he had to remember. He didn’t have ‘friends’, especially not human friends. But since this kid was giving him everything he needed for the time being...

It couldn’t hurt to stay a bit longer, could it?

***

Pain...everything...hurts….why was she...in so much…PAIN?!

Vanessa’s entire body ached and throbbed with pain. And she felt cold...so very cold. She could barely even move, her body was so stiff and weighed her down. And for some reason, she couldn’t open her mouth very well. It was like her mouth was too heavy to open. She felt like she was sitting down on the floor, which was odd. Hadn’t she been just…? Actually...what had she been doing before? The harder she tried to think about it, the blurrier the memories were. And a droning, buzzing noise in her head wouldn’t leave her, making it hard to think clearly. Was this a headache? Probably. In that case then, she needed to get out of bed to let her parents know. She slowly began to open her eyes and push herself up.

But as she tried to get up, her movements more rigid than she remembered, a loud rattling noise followed. It startled her, making her eyes wide open to gaze at her surroundings. Her vision was a bright piercing red and a bit fuzzy, which made it difficult to see the rest of her room. This wasn’t good, she worried she might’ve caught some serious disease. She had to get to her parents immediately so they could call up a doctor. She wobbled onto her feet, ready to go tell her parents that she wasn’t feeling well. But as she made for the direction of what she thought was the door, she found she couldn’t move any further. She quickly looked down at her wrists, which felt like they were being pulled by something-

To Vanessa’s sudden horror, she saw that her wrists were bound with rusty chains.

She tried moving forward again, praying that the chains would break off. But she soon found that she was chained down in more places than one. Her ankles, neck, and waist were also adorned with old cuffs clamped around them. She tried prying them off with her own hands.

Her hands...were claws.

Hideous, mangled claws took the place of her normal hands. Every single talon was skinny and sharp, like giant needles instead of fingers. And on closer inspection, she noticed more terrifying changes to her body. Her skin, once pale and soft, was coal black and shiny. Like metal...no wait. IT WAS METAL. She frantically touched her hair, it was metal too. Even the strange, black, blood-covered dress she was wearing. It too was also made of metal. She started to shake in fear, makings the chains rattle even more. Memories came back like a devastating flood in her mind. And. It. HURT. She held her head in pain as she fell to her knees, making scraping noises on the floor. The floor which was metal. The room that was metal. The maze that was metal.

SHE. REMEMBERED.

Her mind played back every single memory, like a tape recorder. And despite the insanely fast speed it was going, she could recall all of them right there. It all felt too surreal, like she was reliving everything that brought her up to this point. Her prince’s betrayal, him holding hands with the florist android. Her rage and fury, whacking him with every bit of strength she had. Trying to hide the body, an axe coming down on metal legs. It skipped ahead some more after that. The blue smoke, putting her to sleep. The terrible, mad laughter from an insane robot. The metal table she was strapped onto, her not being able to move. The many sharp tools, ready to cut into her flesh.

And the pain the pain the pain the pain-

She glitched, stuck on an unpleasant memory. Her head twitched, before everything abruptly stopped all at once. And as if someone flipped a switch in her head, she was brought back to the present. The present, which was her metal box of a prison. She wanted to open her mouth to scream, to shout, to say anything! But as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t. So she did the next best thing. She scratched and dragged her claws against the cuffs. If she was going to have these hideous things, she might as well use them.

It did no good though, as she managed to scratch herself more than the chain cuffs. As she tried to tear at them, she just ended up leaving silver scratch marks all over her metal body. If she wasn’t already on them, she would have fallen down to her knees. She felt like she wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. Of course they wouldn’t come, she thought to herself. That red-eyed freak had turned her into a horrible, metal monster. Her beauty ruined and her life torn apart forever. Her parents wouldn’t even be able to recognize her own face now that she-

Wait a moment…her face.

She had to see what he had done to her face. As much as the rest of her body terrified her, she had to see it. She crawled on her hands and knees, trying to look for a reflective surface. She found a single patch on the wall, one that was clear of rust. She crawled faster, chains dragging on the floor. She struggled all the while, the chains on her wrists and ankles somehow allowing her to get there. But the cuff on her neck was the worse one. If her neck hadn’t been made of metal, she would have been choking herself. She reached out to the spot on the wall, her claws barely scraping against the surface. She looked at her own reflection-

No. That’s not her. It can’t be her! IT JUST CAN’T BE!

She stared back, as if paralyzed by the thing she saw on the wall. It had horrible, jagged hair that came down in points. Since the hair was made of metal, it was like you could cut your finger on the sharp edges. Her eyes, once radiant blue, were now a wild red. Glaring eyes with no pupils, just two red lights glowing in the darkness. But that wasn’t the worst part. Its mouth was the most ghastly to look at. Giant, sharp, and rusted teeth were all you could see. They were bent and crooked, different shapes and sizes. Not to mention how long and thin they all were, like daggers instead of real teeth. Its maw was so filled with teeth it looked like it could tear someone’s head clean off. She shook terribly, not tearing her eyes away from the creature. She touched her own face, the creature did the same.

She finally found her voice, and let out a long scream.

But what came out of her mouth was not her voice at all. Instead it was a terrible shrieking noise, one that sound like a mix of monstrous screaming and grinding metal. It echoed in her room and carried out through the halls. She stopped and banged her head against the wall. Why was this happening to her?! What had she done to deserve this?! Why was fate so cruel to-

“Don’t worry, my sweet! I’ll be there in just a second!”

She immediately perked up at the voice coming from the hallway. She started to sob loudly, fearing for her life. He was coming back. That dreadful robot was coming back to do who knows what to her. She wanted to disappear out of sight, to hide somewhere. But there was nowhere she could go. So that only left one option, to break her way out of here. She got up quickly, nearly falling onto the floor, and started to slam her body against the wall. She was extremely desperate, hoping that the wall would cave in and lead to a way out of here. She slammed against the wall again, then she banged on it with open hands. She dragged her claws against the wall like a cat, the noise was awful.

“Hold on, hold on. You’re so impatient sometimes...”

She could hear him outside the door now, she was deathly quiet. She could hear strange, beeping and whirring noises from behind the door. And then it split apart to open, since it was a mechanical door instead of a regular door. She quickly snapped her head towards the sound. And there, standing in the doorway, was Moonjumper. He looked a lot different from when she last saw him. His metal skin seemed to be newer and shiner, with new metal clothes to match. He was dusting himself off and ‘fixing’ the cuffs of his metal jacket. He slowly rolled on his wheel into the room with his hands behind his back, the metal door shutting behind him. He then looked up, and flashed a smile.

“Hello, my princess. Did you miss me?” Moonjumper half-greeted, half-sneered.

He rolled a bit closer, Vanessa shrank back. “Did you enjoy your little nap, by the way? I personally don’t spend twelve years recharging, but to each their own!” he laughed madly. Vanessa was shocked at his words. Twelve whole years?! That’s how long she had been unconscious?! “Oh my, look at what a beauty you turned out to be!” he grinned wide, clasping his hands together in admiration. “I think I’ve really out-done myself this time. This is truly some of my finest work!” he posed pridefully and then looked her over. Vanessa looked down at her new claws, then glared at him with her red eyes. This was all his fault. He did this to her. The rage bubbled up inside of her until she couldn’t control it anymore.

She got up and lunged for him.

She was so close. So tantalizingly close to ripping apart his stupid metal face with her claws. Her claws were so incredibly close to him that she could almost make small pinpricks on his face, if she tried hard enough. But despite the fact that he was moments away from death, Moonjumper just simply smiled. He rolled himself backwards, still facing her. But she kept reaching, nearly taking off her own head in the process. But she tripped, falling face-first onto the floor. Moonjumper watched her, highly amused.

“Vanessa...I’m surprised at you!” he teased her, making her look up at him. “I didn’t know you would throw yourself at me the moment I came into the room. You must be obsessed with me!” he said, before bursting into a laughing fit. His laughs were that of a madman, loud and continuous. She absolutely hated that laughter, it was driving her crazy. She snarled and growled loudly, twisting and turning in her chains. This just made him more amused, holding his sides and howling with laughter. She started to roar and hiss, playing her part as the monster perfectly.

“Ah ha ha ha! V-Vanessa please stop! T-this is quite-” he snickered in between. “This is quite unladylike of you! Ha ha ha!” he kept on, spinning around until he made his way the back of the room. He leaned against the wall, still holding his sides. Stuck on the wall were different levers. One red, one blue, and one yellow. He reached for the yellow one, grabbing it but not flipping it just yet. “Okay Vanessa, you can stop now!” he shouted, cutting his laughter short. But she didn’t stop at all, she was too angry to listen. “Vanessa...” he called back to her over her screaming. But she just kept going and going, not able to hear him or just not caring. His face turn from cheery to scowling as he pulled down the yellow lever.

Vanessa screamed as her entire body was electrocuted.

Her body twitched all over as glowing blue currents went through her. Showers of sparks emitted from her joints, falling and disappearing once they hit the floor. Her screams became more distorted and warbled. And her eyes glowed brighter, it felt like she was going blind. But Moonjumper just watched, a disappointed look on his face. The electricity filled the air with noise, the light illuminating his face. And after a few more minutes of torture, he flipped the switch back up. The currents finally stopped, small fizzling noises could still be heard. Vanessa was stiff, a few twitches here and there. And after a few seconds, she fell backwards onto the floor. Her heavy body made a resounding clang once she fully crashed, still twitching from the shock.

“I think we still need to work out a few bugs...” Moonjumper grumbled, rolling over to her body.

Small pillars of smoke erupted from her body, filling the air. Her eyes were much dimmer, but she was still alive somehow. Despite the fact that she couldn’t move, her joints and circuits nearly fried, she was still conscious. Seeing no immediate danger now, Moonjumper came closer to her twitching body. He leaned over her, giving her a dirty look. He shook his head and ‘tsk tsked’ in disappointment.

“That was highly inappropriate Vanessa. And on your special day no less!” he scolded her, wagging a metal claw in her direction. He leaned down to pick her up, grunting a bit as he wrapped his arms around her. “You should really learn to be more obedient, as any proper lady should.” he huffed as he propped her body up, her head tilting on her shoulder. He moved back, looking back at her. “No no, that won’t do...” he mumbled to himself, turning back to the levers on the wall. He inspects them for a bit, before picking the red one to pull. A terrible wrenching noises could be heard behind her, along with the rattling of chains.

She was being pulled back.

She fell like a rag doll back onto the floor, getting a full upside down view of what was happening behind her. What she hadn’t noticed before was that her chains were connected to several pulley systems on the wall. She was being dragged slowly across the floor as the excess chains receded back into the wall. After what felt like an eternity she hit the back wall, the cuff on her neck helping bring her head back up up. Once she was fully pulled up, she found she was bound to the wall...again. She looked around the room, Moonjumper had disappeared. She couldn’t move, which just brought the horrible memories back into her mind. They played out like a record on a turn table, running fast but getting stuck on some parts. Like the part were she had hurt her prince. Or the part where she had been kidnapped. But the worst part she kept reliving, was the part where Moonjumper had experimented on her. The slow, painful process of being turned into robot that she could still remember so clearly. She had still been awake as the sparks flew and the blood spilled-

“I’m back, sweetheart!” Moonjumper’s voice interrupted her playbacks. She hadn’t seen him open the door, she had been much too busy in her own horrible thoughts. But as he rolled back into the room, she could she that he was holding a metal box in his arms. A metal box made to, crudely, look like a wrapped up birthday present. “Sorry if I was gone for a bit. But I knew the process was going to take awhile.” he informed her, putting the box on the ground. He then looked up, as if remembering something important.

“I didn’t tell you I was going to get your present did I?” he faked gasped before slapping his own hand. “Bad Moonjumper, I should have known better!” he giggled madly, showing off his sharp teeth. “Then again...I suppose it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” he laughed low, hinting at the situation’s irony. “But enough about that. Now that you’re all nice and comfy, I can give you your birthday present!” he cheered, leaning down to the metal box to open it. Hearing this, Vanessa was confused out of her mind. Birthday present? It wasn’t her birthday...or was it? Had that much time really passed by?

“I bet you thought I forgot, didn’t you? Well, I know my princess better than anyone. And I know...” he opened the box’s lid, pulling out what was inside. “...That she loves to be surprised!” he finished, bringing himself back up. He held out the present for her to see. “Tada!” he said as he presented the object in his hands. But what it was supposed to be, she had absolutely no clue. It looked like a piece of junk, different pieces of metal bolted together. Rusted parts were mixed in with much shinier, newer parts. Some were straight and flat, while others were more bent. But all of them had one thing in common. They were all flat on the bottom and pointed on top, arranged to make a circle.

“Do you like it?” Moonjumper asked, holding it out more for her to see. She wanted to respond with a loud “No”, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. “It’s your new crown!” he boasted, proud of his handy-work. She would have quirk an eyebrow if she had any. That was supposed to be a crown? It looked like a dreadful piece of trash! “Your old one was much too small to fit your new frame, so I made you a new one! I think this one will suit you much better!” he smiled before going back to the box. As he was hunched over she heard a familiar click. Once he came back up, she saw on of his upper hands was gone. Instead, a small blowtorch tool took it’s place. “Now, hold still a moment...”

He came closer, very close. So close that if they had any breath, they would be breathing on one another. He placed the crown on top of her head and turned on the blowtorch. He held the makeshift crown steady and began to weld it onto her head. A blue light glow on her head and sparks flew everywhere. Some even landed on Moonjumper’s face, but he didn’t flinch. He was much too absorbed in his work. Vanessa could feel something hot dripping down her metal hair, ruining it as it quickly stuck there. She made a sort of whimpering noise, sounding more like a scared animal than a human. He didn’t hear it, he was humming over her cries. He made sure his humming was loud enough so she could her it, the metals walls making his voice echo. He then started to sing…

“Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday dear Vanessa,

Happy Birthday to you.”

His singing voice, despite his nature, was eerie yet sweet. As terrified as she was, the singing was almost calming. It reminder her of her prince. Her real prince. The prince that hugged and comforted her when she was upset. The one who danced with her and cared for her. The one that bought her flowers. She actually began to cry sorrowful tears. But her tears were not human, thin trickles of oil slid down her metal face. She realization hit her, after everything that had happened to her, of what she had truly lost. She now knew who had caused all her endless pain and heartbreak. It wasn’t her parents’ fault, or the florist android's fault, or even her dear prince’s fault. It was all her fault.

“From good friends and true,

From old friends and new,

May good luck go with you,

And happiness too.”

Moonjumper finished the song, turning off the blowtorch and standing back to admire his true work. “There we go! All fitted up for your big day!” he said, putting his hands on her metal cheeks. “Don’t you look wonderful, Vanessa? Or should I say...Queen Vanessa?” he grinned. But his grin fell once he heard her sobs. Vanessa’s motion was starting to return slowly, her body shivering in her bindings. “Vanessa are you...crying?” he asked, quite surprised that she was able to. She looked up at him, oil still pouring from out her metal sockets.

“I’m...sorry...”

She croaked out an apology in a voice that wasn’t hers. The voicebox that Moonjumper had given her was very broken, making her words glitched and warped. But Moonjumper had heard her clearly, his eyes widening in surprise. She sobbed, too devastated to be upset anymore. She understood now. This robot, as much as he was messed up in the head, was still her prince. She could still see it in his eyes. The kindness and caring that he showed her every day they were together was still there. It had lasted throughout all the years, deep in his core. Just because he was different on the outside, didn’t mean that he was gone. He turned her into this creature so they could stay together forever. And though he had hurt her, tortured her, and chained her, he loved her. He loved her just like how she loved him.

“I...love you...my prince...” she spoke again, her voice becoming more crackled and fuzzy with static. She wanted to reach out to him, to hold him again. She had missed his gentle touch, the way they would embrace. Even if they were both made of cold metal, she didn’t care anymore. She tried to squirm in her chains to get his attention, to silently plead for her freedom. Moonjumper’s face was blank, as if in shock.

His face then turned sinister, and he promptly slashed her across the face with his claws.

She screeched out in shock, her head going backwards. She now had three silver scars imprinted into her metal face. Moonjumper grabbed her chin and yanked her head up, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were filled with hatred, his face even more so. “I don’t think you understand, you brat.” he spat out the word, full of scorn and hostility. She looked back at him, deeply hurt. Didn’t he love her? Wasn’t that the whole reason of why she did this to her? So they could be together forever? He squeezed her face even tighter, nearly denting in her cheeks.

“I didn’t program you to have feelings.”

She stared blankly, making him smile somehow. “Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t gotten it by now. I thought you were a smart girl!” he mocked. “Then again, I suppose I was asking for too much.” he huffed, rubbing the oil from off her face and looking at his hand in disgust. “Don’t you see? I’ve finally fixed you up to be your true self.” he said, coming closer and whispering in her auditory sensor. “Not a beautiful princess, but a monster. Because that’s all you are to me.” he told her, breaking her heart and stepping on the shatter pieces for good measure. “Does that hurt you?” he hissed, dragging a claw on her cheek to make another mark. “Oh, I hope it does. I worked very hard on those pain receptors. I mean, what’s the point of making sometime alive...without a little pain to go with it?” he said, tapping his claw on her cheek. Vanessa was shocked, he really was alive. He felt pain and feelings just like a human could. But why was he taking it all out on her?! Didn’t he see that she loved and forgave him?!

“...why?...” was all she could manage to say.

“I think that’s enough out of you.” Moonjumper growled, making her shrink back to the wall. He stepped back, giving himself more room to work, before going to open up her chest cavity. He undid some latches and blots, making the lid fly open. He looked inside her metal frame, wires and circuits doing their jobs respectfully. He reached inside, using his other hands to hold Vanessa steady. She could feel his hand moving inside of her and touching her robotic organs, a very unpleasant experience. His hand made its way up to where her throat was. She could feel him grabbing onto something in the middle of it, causing her to make choking noises as an old reflex. He pulled on it fast, she could feel something breaking. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but her voice cut out halfway. He ripped out the part with a grunt, quickly pulling his hand out.

She saw why she couldn’t scream out in pain, he had ripped out her voicebox.

“Well! That came out easier than I thought it would!” Moonjumper chuckled, throwing the voicebox up in the air and catching it. He was too late to notice that it was leaking oil, and small back droplets splashed on his and Vanessa’s face. He looked down in his hand, dripping with the black substance. “I think I might need to freshen up a bit. You stay right here, alright?” he laughed, ‘booping’ her face right where her nose would have been. “I come back to visit you if I need any...spare parts.” he said, before cackling madly as he made his way to the door. “Au revoir, my dear queen!” Moonjumper laughed cruelly, before disappearing from the room. Vanessa didn’t have any more energy to struggle wildly or to bang against the walls. She was too deeply hurt, on the outside and on the inside. He had left her empty and broken, an even more damaged state than the one she had left him in so many years ago.

The prince had finally gotten his revenge.

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 5: ~Let Them Find You~

Summary: You watch Crimson Peak with your best friend the night before the move, recieving a call before you get to bed.

Warnings: Light swearing, mention of smut from Crimson Peak, emotional talk.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word Count: 1'819

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr

Once you got back home, you spent the last 6 days streaming a bit more, making sure to pack up everything you needed bit by bit every day, packing the streaming equipment last of course. On the night before your flight, you invited your best friend over to watch Crimson Peak together, now that you finally have the time. Your friend had informed you that there apparently was a love scene between Tom and the actress from the live action Alice movies. Oh God. Was it graphic? You didn't ask. You wanted to see it for yourself.

Well-- Okay--

You didn't--

It's not that you WANTED to see it.

It's--It's a scene in the film--

J-Just watch the film.

As the movie went on, you talked with your friend every now again when it seemed like nothing too interesting was happening.

"So, you're all gonna be living in the same neighborhood?" Your friend asked you. "Yeah. It's all being rented out for a set." You replied. "It makes it easier to make it all look realistic. Like, it makes the set appear more natural, or so I'm guessing.." "You're gonna be neighbors with Tom Hiddleston. I swear to God.." Your friend ran their fingers through their hair. They were happy for you. "I know, I still haven't even processed it.." You gave a soft chuckle. "I have to be his love interest, oh my God..."

"You think there's gonna be a kissing scene?" Your friend asked. "Obviously. It's a romantic film." You replied. "I'm pretty sure there's gonna be more than one.." "Oh my God!" Your friend giggled. "You're gonna fuckin' kiss Tom Hiddleston!" "It's purely professional!" You stated, trying to hold back the urge to smile. "It's just acting.." "Your lips get to be on his! That's insane!"

"It's acting!"

"It's a kiss!"

You both started laughing a bit. You didn't want to admit how excited you were for the movie, for more reasons than one. You wanted to act professional about it, but your friend did have a point. While it was acting, it wasn't going to be a stunt double or anything. You'd really have to kiss Tom eventually. What if they make you do multiple takes? Sometimes simple scenes could be taken up to 10 times. Will you get to kiss him 10 times?

Shortly after that conversation was over, you continued to watch the movie with your best friend. Eventually, the love scene showed up. While your friend was a bit of a smiling and giggling mess, you watched with an interested expression. It wasn't lewd or sleazy. It was actually a pretty beautiful scene, especially knowing the context behind the scene. You had to cover your eyes slightly when his...'English Countryside' was shown, your friend just giggling even more.

"Oh my God!" They laughed. "That's actually his ass!" "Stoooppp.." You playfully spoke with a shy smile. "(Y/N), Look! He's got a pretty soft ass.." "Stooooooppppp!.." You giggled, finally able to look at the screen again after a moment, but the scene wasn't over.

"He kinda looks into it, eh?" Your friend smirked at you after calming down. "(BF/N), he's acting.." You gave a shy smile. "He looks into it because he's acting." Your friend clarified, making you give a bit of a shrug. "...Okay, he does look a little bit into it, actually.." You giggled slightly. He's a good actor.

Whenever a ghost or anything creepy would pop up, your friend would curl up and get all nervous, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. The effects were pretty good, but it wasn't really scary. More so interesting.

By the end of the film, you were actually in tears. You didn't expect to get as emotional as you did. Once the film was done, your friend patted your back as you wiped your eyes.

"I didn't expect to cry.." You gave a little chuckle as you sniffled.

"Hit you hard, eh?" Your friend chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, I guess..." You chuckled back, blinking a bit to calm down. You definitely made a mental note to praise Tom's role in the film and the film itself. It was brilliant.

Your friend collected up atheir things once you turned off the TV, following them to the front door.

"Guess I won't be seein' you for a while, eh?" They asked you.

"I'm sure I can fly you down to visit the set eventually.." You smiled. You two would be apart for the first month or so. You'd miss hanging out, but you were still very excited to start your career.

You shared a warm hug before they gave a final little wave, closing the door as they left. You locked it and turned off the outside light, moving into your room to get ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and got into your pajamas, but before you'd get to lay down, your phone went off. You were getting a phone call.

You picked up your phone to check the Caller I.D.

It was Tom.

You immediately answered the call, of course.

"Hi.." You spoke in a soft tone, hearing a slight sigh from the other end before hearing his voice.

"Hi.." He spoke, his voice slightly raspy. Did he sound tired or sad? You weren't sure which.

"H-How are you?" You asked, quietly sitting down at the side of your bed. Another sigh left him.

"N-Not too good, if I'm being honest.." He admitted. "Been a bit of a rough night for me...wanted to talk to someone.."

Awe. You felt a little sad hearing that he wasn't in a good mood. He's always seemed like such a chipper man, as if their wasn't a single thing on this earth that could bring his positivity down.

"Who else have you called? Any family?" You asked curiously. You didn't mean to sound rude asking that. You were just curious.

"No, I called you first, actually.." Tom admitted. That immediately made you blush.

"M-Me?" You blinked, sitting up more.

"Yes, you.." He replied with a slight chuckle. You could practically hear his little smile grow. "I don't know, I just....wanted to hear your voice, I suppose.."

You felt your heart want to jump out of your chest. You had just listened to this man's voice in a movie, and now you're having a personal conversation with him. He's even using that natural charm of his. Maybe he doesn't even realize he's doing that. Either way, he's such a sweetheart.

"I hope that's alright." He spoke again.

"Y-Yeah! That's alright, I'm here.." You admitted with a little smile. He called you first? You almost didn't believe him, but it still warmed your heart.

"What's got you down?" You asked curiously, laying down somewhat with your upper torso still sitting up by leaning back against your pillows.

"I wouldn't say I'm down or sad.." Tom spoke. "More so...tired. Exhausted, even.."

"Exhausted?" You repeated.

"Mhmm.." He hummed. "It's a bit complicated to understand.."

"Try me.." You gave a slight confident smirk, even though he couldn't see it.

You got a little tired chuckle from him. His voice could sound pretty sexy sometimes.

"Ah, well...its just hard moving away from home over and over sometimes.." He admitted. "I had been on a couple dinner dates with a nice girl, but when I told her I'd have to be in America for the film, she didn't want to keep in touch.."

You gave a slight frown. You had heard Tom's public dating life was a bit of a mess, though you didn't believe it was his fault. The media tried to paint Tom as the bad guy, all because he's a man, but you could tell he wasn't like that.

"That's...shitty." You replied, earning another little chuckle from him.

"Yes. Very shitty, though I don't blame her.." He admitted. "Some people cannot handle being away from their partner for long periods of time.."

"Were you two actually together?" You asked.

"We weren't a couple, but I was nearly ready to ask her to go steady.." Tom admitted. That's how it's easy to tell that he's a sweetie. Go steady? That's an old fashioned term.

You loved it, of course. He's such a romantic. It's beautiful.

"You'll find a good girl for you someday, I'm sure." You spoke in an optimistic voice.

"I'm not sure the issue for me is finding a woman. It's keeping her close that I seem to struggle with.." Tom admitted with a slight sad sigh.

"Hey. Every man gets his leading lady.." You reassured with a warm smile.

"I know, I'm just...getting tired of searching, I guess." Tom admitted. "It's exhausting.."

"Then stop searching." You replied with a little shrug. "Maybe you don't need to be the one searching. Let the woman find you this time.."

You had hoped that was good advice. His silence became worrying, making you frown a little.

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually.." He admitted, his voice sounding softer. "Perhaps I'll take up that advice. Thank you.."

You could already hear that he was feeling a little better. That made you happy.

"Anytime." You spoke.

"You ready for tomorrow?"

"Oh definitely! The little neighborhood we get to live in is so quaint and small. I think it's perfect for the film." Tom approved.

"I agree!" You chirped. "You think we're gonna be neighbors?"

"We might." He replied in a positive tone. "I'm very excited to be working with you more."

"The feeling is definitely mutual.." You smiled to yourself. "I'll make sure to bring my best romantic side for the film.."

You got another chuckle from Tom. "Your best romantic side? Do you have multiple romantic sides?" Tom asked curiously. "Yep!" You chirped with a big smile.

"Ahh...perhaps I'd like to see every one of those sides one day.." He gave a little purr. You weren't sure what that meant, but you liked the sound of it. "Sounds pretty good to me.." You gave a slight chuckle, laying back more in bed.

"We've both got to get up rather early, so I guess I should goto sleep.." Tom spoke. You yourself hadn't realised how late it already was. You're not even gonna get 8 hours of sleep at this rate.

"But thank you for talking to me. I really will use that advice. You've really made me feel better."

"You're welcome.." You replied, giving a warmer smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Indeed you will.." Tom spoke in a happy, yet tired tone.

"Goodnight, (Y/N).."

"Goodnight, Tom.."

You both hung up.

You plugged in your phone and turned off all of the lights, looking at all of the suitcases you had waiting for you.

Tomorrow, your new life begins.

For now, get some rest. Tomorrow, you're Tom Hiddleston's leading lady.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #steamy love #fanfiction #fanfics

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weaverlings · 5 years

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gucci, it was not

because I just really needed to do something after episode 145?? really. really

sometimes love is about becoming co-conspirators. maybe. possibly. who knows!!!

Cecil pushed open the door to the radio station. Someone caught the edge, and pulled it out of his hand. They held the door open for him, which was nice, so he smiled at them, and said, “Aww, thank you.”

And then he saw the hair, which was just perfect. He saw a white lab coat, bright against the sunset sky behind them. He heard Carlos say, “Cecil! I was just going to see you!”

“Hey there, handsome,” Cecil said, and smiled at his husband. Cecil stepped forward to join Carlos, through the doorway. Almost. Carlos was still in the doorway. Carlos hadn’t moved, except to place a hand on Cecil’s upper arm. Since Carlos was still standing there, hair perfect, Cecil couldn’t go any further. He touched lifted a hand to those gorgeous locks and hummed appreciatively. “Hey. Heeey. Did you know that you’re beautiful?”

“Yes…” Carlos bit his lip, and then smiled a slight, nervous smile around the teeth. “Okay. Well. You’re you. That’s good to know. Like, really good. I don’t know if I could overstate that.” He slipped his hand up, onto Cecil’s shoulder, squeezed. “But with that established, are you alright?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. Great! Just finished up the show and got out a little early, because someone wiped the tapes, so it wasn’t like there was filing to do. And you know what, they even cleaned out my email, which was a little… Oh, I don’t know…” He waved a hand dismissively. “Well, it’s no big deal, right? It means I got out early, and that means I get to see you now, so of course, I’m great. Just… peachy-keen. That’s the scientific term, right?”

“It is, yes. But I’m not sure that-”

“And with you here, how could I ever be anything else?”

Cecil’s smile had melted at the edges into something languid and mild and it was in fact a familiar expression, but this relief was counterweighed by context: Carlos normally saw this specific type of smile after on average two and a half glasses of wine. This data, combined with other recent observation, and what Carlos had collected in his lab before deciding he would leave the radio to turn itself off and head down to the station immediately, supported his hypothesis.

“Okay. Well. I’m glad you are, in scientific terms, peachy-keen… Hey, sweetie?”

“Mhmm?”

“I was thinking I would drive you home tonight. I don’t think, scientifically speaking, that you should be operating a vehicle or heavy machinery right now.”

“Oh. Oh, aw, so…”

“Don’t worry, Ceec, we’ll just have to take a rain check on going to ride the abandoned construction equipment at the waterfront recreation area.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I know how much you were looking forward to it, and to cancel it for… for… No reason? I mean, I feel great. Like I said! So, come on, baby, let’s run the night, you and I…”

He lifted their hands, inviting Carlos to twirl under his arm, but his husband only caught his other hand and kissed it. Carlos murmured, “Cecil. You forgot to take your hat off.”

“And? It’s a cool hat! ”

Carlos brought their hands together over his chest. “Just… trust me, okay? And please take that thing off. Sweetheart, if you’re too… tired, or out of it, or, I’m sorry, I can’t say what the scientific name for this state is because I know you aren’t actually drunk… if you’re too ‘whatever,’ is the scientific placeholder, to tell that that was not Gucci, then you’re too 'whatever’ for the waterfront recreation area. Let’s go home, okay? Get some rest? At least get out of the doorway?”

They were both still standing in the doorway. Carlos could see Lance watching them as he tapped some papers on his desk. Cecil listened, in a thin, glassy sense of the word, but partway through something did seem to connect - if only the fact that he wasn’t quite connected.

The sales tarantulas lived at the station; one of them in particular had taken to sleeping in Cecil’s then-coffee mug, which had been a fun surprise and now he had an even more scientific coffee mug that changed color when he poured hot liquid into it, so really, it was fine. But soon enough, the marketing team and possibly an intern would be heading out for the night.

“Mmm, oh, right. A quick look at traffic… there might be a pedestrian jam at Night Vale Community Radio, if a certain radio host and his stunning husband do not move out of the threshold?”

“Exactly.”

But even having said that, Cecil did not move. So, Carlos took his hand again, and he followed the scientist down the steps without resisting. Until, just before the parking lot, he stopped suddenly, catching Carlos in front of him. Cecil lifted the helmet off, and hung it absently over the end of the railing; it slid down over the nose of a snarling stone figure, and he frowned and nudged it back.

He laughed, and patted the creature’s helmeted head. “Totally saved from the sphere.”

Carlos made a sound, a gasp, maybe a laugh that didn’t make it all the way out. “Okay.”

He smiled, and ran his hand through the back of Cecil’s hair, now that he could, and Cecil leaned into the movement for a kiss.

Carlos said, “I think I’ll be able to move some science around, so we should make it to the waterfront before the end of the week.”

“Oh, that sounds perfect! God, I’m sorry about tonight, it… It was just so slow, I can hardly stay awake… Sometimes, I just need a good, juicy news story to get the blood pumping… Something. Tonight was just. Nothing, really.”

They reached the car, and Carlos stepped away from Cecil, but his husband’s hand tightened. Carlos turned back, and Cecil said, in a low voice, “Hold on. So, you were listening, right?”

“Of course,” said Carlos. “I listen to you every time you’re on.”

“Right. Well, listen. I mean.” Cecil laughed anxiously, and he was looking only at their joined hands, flexing his fingers and brushing the tips on Carlos’ knuckles. “You always do. But right now, what I’m trying to say is… I’m not worried about what the news was tonight. I’m sure. Sure it was no big deal. No news is good news. Yeah… Mhm…”

He trailed off.

“Ceec?”

“We should be getting home, right?” He pecked Carlos on the cheek, and moved past the trunk, but this time, Carlos stopped him.

“Cecil. You were saying something.”

“Oh. No, no, I don’t think…”

Carlos leaned in, and spoke into Cecil’s chest, so close that he could feel the warmth of his breath through the cool night settling around them. So close and so pleasant as to be distracting, but perhaps, if the words had been sharp and clear, if they had invited focus, he wouldn’t have understood.

“Yes, you were. You were asking about tonight’s show. Which, you know, just from a scientific perspective… Because you spoke words which were interpreted into electrical signals - presumably, presuming your microphone was plugged in to anything tonight - which were then once again formed into sound waves through the radio in my office, where I was, I heard what you said tonight.”

“Right. So I was thinking, maybe… You know, it’s really nothing, I mean, not a big deal, but…”

“No, I understand! You were talking about-”

“Whoa - Uh, no!” Cecil shook his head, once, and then tipped his cheek into his hand, and sighed. “Sorry, bunny. Wait. It can wait. Right now’s not a good time, you know? But later. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe over coffee. Maybe while I’m pounding it.”

“Ah. I see.” Carlos gave him a thumbs-up. “I understand the scientific principles of sound, so, what you’re saying makes sense.”

And they were silent, by a certain definition, making only sound that was incidental to living and breathing and climbing into a car to drive home.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv spoilers #spoilers #my fanfic

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kristallioness · 6 years

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Of comfort and connections

Summary: Aang thinks about things while being in Katara's embrace for a change.

Word count: 2,027

Author's note: This early Saturday morning I happened to go through a thread on a random forum (where people discussed some things that I indulge myself in) and I began reading how this sweet young man talked about what he liked to do with his girlfriend. He admitted that it felt weird to him when she wanted to be the one who'd cuddle him and let him listen to her heart, since he felt like HE should be the one who offers her protection/comfort and not the other way around (obviously he let her do it anyway, which is why he seemed like such a caring guy). I can understand the reasons why he might think that, but at the same time I thought of a certain other couple who has it both ways. It sparked this idea. (I'm not a member in that forum, so I couldn't add my opinion, but personally I really like and believe it can work both ways.) The story takes place some time after "The Rift". Also, there's a reference to how Aang/Raava survived based on the exact opposite of what Vaatu said to Wan (about how he could become stronger). I should probably stop writing/drawing so much fluff about these two and save some ideas for Kataang Week (I already sketched something new and I might use it for a prompt that fits, I'm not gonna post it yet because it's too good).

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Aang's finger traced a path across the soft blue fabric, drawing the shape of a heart above hers. The sensation made her giggle. Katara grabbed his left hand for a second and laid it flat in the middle of her chest so he'd quit tickling her. He didn't mean to do that, but he got the message.

Aang was simply pondering why listening to her heartbeat felt so soothing. Why it made him wanna doze off, yet sort of felt like a wake-up call at the same time. He didn't get to do these kind of things so much before. Snuggling up to each other was new for both of them ever since they'd become a couple. Sure they'd hugged and comforted each other many times during the war, all of which helped build their friendship and lay the foundation for their relationship.

But this.. this was something much more intimate. His head resting on her chest, her left hand supporting his back and holding him close to her side. A blanket underneath them and a pillow behind her head for support. Cuddled up at the back of the saddle in the warm summer evening, getting ready to fall asleep and rest, only to wake up the next morning when new adventures would await their small gang.

He'd felt a bit.. okay, a lot awkward when Katara had offered that they took these poses, being first in their makeshift bed that night. He wasn't used to being the one who was cuddled, much less by a girl and in the position she'd suggested. He was supposed to be the cuddler.

His rosy cheeks had returned to their normal colour once he'd gotten used to the feeling of the side of his face squishing her breasts and found a comfortable spot that didn't bother either of them. Focusing on the steady rhythm of her heart helped a little.

Katara had laughed about it, saying that he needed to feel protected by her just as much as she did by him. That she wanted to give him that feeling. And that meant he'd get to experience what he'd previously allowed her to do - snuggling close to her side and resting his head above her heart. Yeah, this was something that only a couple could do without feeling embarrassed.

His head slowly rose and descended according to her breathing. Aang raised his head a bit to look into her eyes, but she wasn't even looking at him. Katara was busy gazing at the stars in the northern sky. Her diamond blue eyes shimmered similarly to them. She wore a loving smile that grew a little when she sensed that he was staring at her. She seemed so calm and happy, her mind free from constantly worrying about the state of the world. She had him to thank for that.

Aang lowered his head and pressed his right ear above her heart to continue listening. His fingers tiptoed a bit lower to a less awkward position as he rested them below her ribcage. One of them still rubbed at a rib that moved up and down under her right breast as she breathed. Why did this seem so familiar to him?

His hand nearly clasped her tunic from that spot when he finally remembered. It'd only been a short moment, but it was the sound that'd stopped him from leaving her. It went crazy at the thought of losing him forever. It was the first sound he'd heard when he came back to her, after she'd revived him with the spirit water. Her heart racing when she couldn't accept what'd just happened - that the water didn't work.

But it did work. She'd poured her love out, all over his limp body, which had helped revive his Avatar Spirit. He grumbled and managed to get a short glance of her relieved smile when she held him in her arms before everything faded into darkness again. Except that he could still hear that drumming in his ears for a while longer, until eventually that faded away, too.

He didn't know how it was possible, but she did. She'd held him close to her side all the way from Ba Sing Se to Chameleon Bay, not daring to let go for a second. The way she'd defended him had given him strength to recover. Hearing her beating heart tell him how much she loved him had given him breath to continue fighting. And it'd brought him back to life during that fateful night.

Aang frowned at the thought of what kind of hell he must've put her through during those following weeks. He pulled his left knee up a bit and curled up like a baby, trying to close what little space remained between their bodies. He nuzzled his nose against her chest and pulled his hand back under his chin, laying it over her heart before clenching it into a fist.

"Aang.. you okay?" she wondered, running her hand over his head a few times when she felt how his body tensed up. He looked up at her with a worried gaze, but simply seeing her being concerned about him helped wash away his sorrow and he offered her a reassuring smile instead.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking about stuff."

"Mmm.." Katara hummed, her finger running down his nose and over his lips before she leaned forward a bit to give him a tender kiss on his temple. She rested her hand above his and gave it a gentle squeeze, making him relax his fist.

"Cosy?"

"Mhmm," Aang nodded against her chest, attempting to resume his train of thought. He startled a little when her stomach growled. She lifted her right knee up a bit, as if she had a stomach ache.

"Hungry?" he asked in return, seeing how she blushed and scratched the side of her face.

"Not really, we had a good supper. But I wouldn't mind a small snack."

"Psst! Momo.. Hey, Momo!" Aang quietly called the winged lemur, who'd been napping on top of Appa's head. Momo's big ears, followed by the rest of his head, popped up from behind the front of the saddle and he quickly leaped closer to the airbender, licking his face in the process.

"Ha-ha-ha! Cut it out, buddy! I need you to bring me something."

Momo quit licking him and jumped onto Katara's belly instead, tilting his head curiously to look at Aang.

"Momo, bring me an apple, please."

The winged lemur chirped a few times, then leaped over Katara's head to land on the luggage behind them. He sniffed through their bags and quickly found a backpack that was full of fruit, picking a nice juicy green apple for the Avatar's girl. Momo grabbed his loot and flew back to her side, handing the fruit over to Aang.

"Thanks, buddy! Here you go, sweetie."

"Thanks, sweetie. And thank you, Momo!" Katara said as she grabbed the apple in her right hand, then stroked the lemur with the back of it before biting into her snack. Momo yawned and curled up like a ball beside the couple to fall back asleep.

Aang began rubbing Katara's flat belly, like he was trying to ease a nonexistent pain while she ate. Running circles around that area reminded him of something else. If he'd thought about their past before, then now he started to think about their future.

He remembered what she'd told him during the battle for Yu Dao. How she'd seen a future where people from different nations could live together, where they're married and have a baby. He'd never thought about that before, what his life could look like in the future with Katara after the war was over.

Sure they'd stay together as a couple, but marriage hadn't crossed his mind since Aunt Wu predicted that he'd become her husband. At least not until Ursa and Ikem had pointed it out again on the two of them - how lucky they were to have found each other at such a young age. Aang did feel lucky that she'd found him in that iceberg. That Katara was the first person he'd woken up to a hundred years later. That during the final year of the war, they'd begun falling for each other. And that they were a couple now.

His palm stroked her tummy. That was another thing he hadn't given much consideration yet - starting a family with her. He'd never had to think about having children with someone before. Now he felt like it was his responsibility to think about it. If for no other reason, then for saving his people from extinction. Bringing a new airbender into this world was the only way to do that. Because even though sky bison were the original airbenders, he doubted that Appa would live to see the next Avatar and teach him or her airbending, especially since that would be the last element to master.

The idea made Aang feel a bit sick to his own stomach. Having a child simply because it's his duty to save the airbenders. If he wanted to have children with Katara, then it'd only be because both he and she wanted to. Because they'd love their baby for who he or she is, airbender or not. He'll figure something out when it concerned his next life, and Katara would certainly help with that. Yes, he decided that sounded a lot better.

And since she'd already imagined a baby in their future, then he concluded that she must want one. That she'd definitely love to have one with him. Honestly, he was glad that if that happened, then it would be with Katara, because she'd be the most caring and loving mother in the world to their children. The whole concept seemed scary now, but Aang felt sure that if and when she was ready to do all of those things, then he'd be ready, too.

"Katara?"

"Hmm?" she tilted her head while she took another bite from the apple.

"Remember when you first told me how you saw our future?"

"Mhmm.." she answered with a hum, nodding in agreement before swallowing.

"It got me thinking," Aang went on, his finger tenderly running around the edge of what he guessed was her belly button under that blue fabric.

"Yeah.." she said in a teasing tone, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he wanted to tell her.

"I'd be honoured to be your husband. And I'd love to raise a family with you, whenever you're ready. That is, if you wanna marry and have a baby, of course! No pressure!"

Katara chuckled as she took one last bite and threw the remainder of the fruit on the grass beside Appa. She licked her fingers clean and dried her hand against the side of her tunic, then cupped Aang's cheek.

"Yes, I'd love that, too. Very much," she murmured to him, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Aang propped himself up on his right elbow to look at her. Her cheeks were decorated with a tint of red, but she never broke eye contact. She was smiling back at him, her eyes half-lidded.

Katara beckoned him closer by softly pulling her hand away from his cheek, tugging him to follow. He shifted a bit so his face would be closer to hers, close enough for her lips to meet his so she could kiss him. He cupped her cheek in return after they'd broken their kiss, admiring her beautiful face.

"I love you so much, Katara," Aang said in a slightly shaky voice. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her for a very tight hug, almost as if he was afraid of losing her. She was his whole world and he really didn't wanna let go so soon.

He felt how she snaked her arms around him, too, and rubbed his back in return. She hummed in delight, feeling both their heartbeats reciprocating the same against their chests.

"Mmm.. I know. I love you, too, Aang."

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