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kujojotarolover · 2 years ago

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Can you do F for kira for the flower yandere prompts thing forget me not?

cw: Yandere Themes, Allusions to Stalking, Obsessive Thoughts / Nature, Allusions to Kidnapping and / or Death, General Dark Themes not Suitable for Immature Audiences. Reader-Insert, Gender Neutral. Uncomfortable scenarios included, read at your own discretion! 18+ ONLY!

author's note: The Reader is a famous pianist in this, just for context. The story also takes place in Kira's point-of-view. I hope you enjoy this because it was very intriguing to write. These "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" were written and coined by @/nanasparadise . That original post can be located here. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is not a good situation! Stay safe and Enjoy!

PROMPT: Forget-Me-Not (true love): "It's like you were meant for me."

word count: Approximately 1.3k

You were just perfect.

Kira Yoshikage watched you from the backdrop, blending in well with the crowds and crowds of men and women wearing the fanciest and most dashing suits and gowns they owned. Pearls and beads, furs and leathers, nickels and dimes, and Yoshikage lurked among them. His fingers laced and hands rested so camly atop his crossed leg, Yoshikage looked no different than the pillars of men swarming him. His outfit was so painstakingly polished, absolutely crisp and sharp without a wrinkle in sight. He fit in.

But Yoshikage loathed that. He despised having to fraternize with the snobby men who would turn their noses up if they knew his day job and he definitely hated the eye-candies of women these men kept as pleasant company. This was not his place.

His place should be up there, with you, by your side. Yoshikage should be standing to your immediate, a pleased kind of smile stretched across his face as he gazed down at you in fawning and in awe. He should be your loyal and dedicated husband, a man that would never leave your side and would surely never let you down. No, no. Of course not. Yoshikage could never do such a thing.

It’s just a pity—a real, crying pity.

You didn’t even know Yoshikage existed.

This is, obviously, no fault of your own. You were only just a simple pianist. A beautiful human with the most beautiful hands Yoshikage had ever laid his eyes upon. A docile, demure, and shy pianist who never said a word and drifted through each passing moment. You didn’t socialize with anyone, lest they happened to be your manager or someone important or some goofy and snotty fan that idolizes you in the most foolish of ways. You stayed to yourself, to your corner, to your cut of the world.

And Yoshikage coveted to be there, tucked away in your little privacy with his arms wrapped around your waist.

But he had never even spoken to you. That was shameful in itself, but Yoshikage tried not to let it bring him down too badly; because, after all, the only thing one needed to do when times were tough was to just hold his head high and refuse to let any of his troubles get to him. That would only cause needless drama, and Yoshikage wanted nothing that would interfere with the peaceful life he’s built himself. So he would simply fantasize and daydream about you, endlessly. You stayed on his mind. Ohhh, you and that lovely music.

You and those darling love songs that you dashed away on that sonorous and powerful piano. The swing, the move, the rhythm. Everything about your music sang to him and wrapped its gentle chords around his usually cold heart. The sway, the beat, the emotions. It was just too much and not enough at the same time and

and Yoshikage fell in love.

He’d seen you so many times. He’s attended so many of your shows, spending so much money on tickets for the perfect seat to get the single greatest view of you. Buying every single piece that you produced, every CD, record, tape, VHS, Yoshikage needed it all all all. He needed to own everything of yours that he could, needed to be able to pop in some of your soothing melodies and lose himself in the feeling. To float, to sink, to disappear out to sea as that piano clouded and fogged his mind with more and more thoughts of you. Yoshikage bit his lip and struggled to remain upright in his seat as the urge to just wallow down and trace his palms all over his chest became overbearing. The need, the want, the longing. It’s a pain.

He groaned so quietly that he almost didn’t hear himself, but he still felt like all eyes were on him regardless. Willing away the pink that tinted the tips of his ears, Yoshikage refocused his attention back to the song you were currently playing. It was one of your older songs, the song that had first ensnared him and hooked him in and melted his cool, and a swell roved down his abdomen and he exhaled heavily out through his nostrils. He tapped his fingers in a row against the arm of the seat. Yoshikage’s eyes trailed over your concentrated features, memorizing every little dip and dimple before they traversed further down the stretch of your arm and landed on those hands.

The hands that looked as if a God had descended from the Heavens to carve the mortal flesh himself.

Yoshikage felt a burn in his body that he knew was deadly, but he couldn’t contain himself as he shifted in his seat and swallowed your hands up with his flighty eyes. The hands that had first caught his attention, the hands that had made him turn his head as he walked by so that he could really and truly see them. On the screens of each television on display at a dinky, cheap appliance store located in a low trafficked side of town—you were playing the piano.

At the time, Yoshikage didn’t even know who you were. He watched you dance with each note, with each stroke of the piano keys. He watched the way your knuckles flexed, the way they changed hues at the strain of pressure and tension. The tendons, the curves of your fingers. Your wrists, the bones and the way they formed the skin above. How smooth and soft and silky and creamy they looked. Hands that Yoshikage would die to have to himself.

Hands that made him slowly gravitate back to your face for a real good look.

Yoshikage wants to chuckle now, having marked off the initial meeting as nothing more than the blushing and juvenile thrush of a giddy crush. He understands now that it was more than that. Yoshikage understands that

It’s like you were meant for me.

Yoshikage sighs a relieved breath out of pursed lips as he hears your song draw to a close. The people around him grow in volume, the curtain call approaching faster and faster and with each tap of fingertip to key, and they’re all so terribly antsy. Yoshikage is, too. Because, well, tonight is the night.

He had planned this carefully. Each show he had attended, Yoshikage had taken it upon himself to study the staff and the structure of the venue. He knew the capabilities, backgrounds, and names of your two personal bodyguards. He knew the backroom, behind the stage, and every possible escape route in cases of emergencies. He knew the times, dates, songs, and VIP lists. He knew each and every person that would go backstage to personally greet you, receive an autograph, and maybe have a couple minutes or so of idle chit chat before the cycle would rinse and repeat. He knew their information, too, just to make sure no one dangerous was about to shake those pretty hands of yours.

Yoshikage feels a boil in his blood, but he just grits his teeth and heaves it out with a muted cluck of his tongue. How dare anyone else think they’re even worthy enough to lay their filthy, dirty, unwashed, boggy paws on those angel hands of yours. He absentmindedly twirls the thick curl of hair swooped across his forehead and watches you finish the song. It’ll be alright.

Because, after tonight, after Yoshikage waited until the very end of the fan-signings where he would surprise you with a little VIP visit after he so lovingly disposed of those pesky guards,

you and those spectacular hands would finally be his.

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meggiejolly · 3 years ago

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If I had a nickel for every time I fell in love with a character on a TV show named Alex M. who loves music, has homophobic parents and has a chaotic, supernatural boyfriend with great hair, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s wired that it happened twice.

#Alex Manes #Alex Mercer #Willex #Malex #julie and the phantoms #roswell new mexico #Roswell nm #jatp #rnm #doofenshmirtz meme

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mixed-theater-faisty-tings · 3 years ago

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Lovin’ Kind

Chapter Three Pairing: Riff x Latina! Summary: It’s the little things that matter. A/N: Welcome back!!!!! Enjoy Chapter 3!!! Kind of a long one i’m sorry. Thank you for all the love you’ve given the first 2 chapters ❤️

————————————————————— Catalina Pov

Tuesday’s are typically uneventful at the store so it’s a lot of me just hanging around and probably doing some drawing my Tia doesn’t mind as long as we keep the store clean. Tony went out for the day since he ran out of his basic needs and my Tia was running errands. I set my pencil down and look at the picture I was drawing…it was Riff’s chain with every last detail.

“That’s real pretty. Didn’t know you drew?’, a voice frightens me from behind. “Would you stop sneaking up on me like that!”, I shout turning and facing Riff. “But it takes the fun out of coming here.”, he laughs.

It was a sound I had never heard before…the angry little boy that had been stealing from here since he was 6 and for the first time he was laughing and I couldn’t help but smile. His laughter was full compared to the measly chuckle we got out of him every now and then and it left my ears ringing for more.

“So what brings you in for today’s visit? Tony isn’t here.”, I ask. “I’m here to see you actually”. He admits “Okay?”, I shut my sketchbook. “It was really just to check on you after yesterday. I don’t know what got into Diesel”, he kicks his foot around, his hands shoveled into his pockets.

“I’m fine. Thanks for showing up when you did.”, I say. “I was walking past on my way to the docks and saw him there figured it wasn’t good.”, he explains. “Well no harm, no foul.”, I walk past him towards the counter.

I look around the store, a feeling that we were both holding our breath fell over me, but I didn’t know why. I’ve never hated Riff didn’t have a reason to, I mean I tolerate him in the sense that he is Tony’s best friend but, he has been around a lot lately outside of Tony’s return. My finger runs across a paper I keep tucked into the register. I examen it as Riff looks through the music on the juke. ————————————————————————————

Riff’s Tab

1 pack of gum 10 cents

1 Milkyway 5 cents

Handful of Taffy 25 cents?

*Milkway after Milkway* ————————————————————————————

I started this tab as a joke a while back..it kept me busy while Tony was gone. The Jet’s may have stopped hanging out here doesn’t mean they ever went a day without candy. A soft hum begins to fill the store signaling he finally picked a song and I look up making contact with a candy bar. My hand gravitates towards it but I pull it back slowly, eventually with a mind of it’s own my fingers wrap gently around the chocolate and I hesitantly turn to face the other person in this space.

“Care for a Milkyway? On me.”, I hand him the candy and place a couple nickels in the till. “You don’t have to.”, he says. “Think of it as a token of my appreciation besides it’s paid for.”, I open up a Snickers bar.

We both stand in silence eating the chocolate avoiding eye contact. This was a weird moment for us both no arguing just us there co-existing. After tossing our trash I notice him digging in his pockets. He pulls out a little trinket and places it on the counter.

“For you”, he sits at the table away from me. “I’m sorry?”, I ask looking at the white trinket decorated gold with a pink rose in the middle. “The white thing it’s for you.”, he opens my sketch book looking through the pages. I have never seen him like this so quiet and just wandering about his space. No agenda, no remarks, just Riff. I take a second and admire the little thing sitting on the counter.

“It’s beautiful but why?”, I ask picking the item up. “Saw it around figured you’d appreciate a little thing like it.”, he continues flipping. “Hey wait don’t-“, my attempt to stop him is cut short. “This my chain?”, he shows the page to me. “Of course it’s not just something I was drawing for fun.”, I say maybe too quickly.

He pulls the silver out from his shirt and compares the two.,”Looks like it to me?”. “It was just an image in my head I was going off of.”, I try to jump ship. Before I can get another thought out he joins me at the counter the drawing in hand and the chain now removed from his neck and next to the picture,

“Every last detail is perfect down to the last dirt spec.”, he looks at me. I look up at him and finally realize how close we actually are. “You know how you told me the other day about your parents?”, he asks. “Yeah…lo siento- i’m sorry for blowing up like that.”, I look down.

“Won’t say I didn’t deserve it..but um the same thing happened with my parents.”, he admits. “I’m sorry.”, I look at the drawing once more. “Don’t be. This chain was actually my moms.”, he says. “It is beautiful.”, I look at the jewelry in his hand.

The door opens signaling the bell causing us to jump apart. We both look up and see Tony at the entrance.“Everything okay?”, he asks us. “Everything is fine. Did you get everything you needed?”, I ask him. “Yeah I did.”

“Well that is my cue to leave. Tony I’ll see ya at the docks later for some Jet business . Kitty Cat always a pleasure.”, he smirks and like that the moment is gone. “Catalina”, Tony corrects.

Riff lets himself out and Tony takes his stuff down to his quarters. I go to pick up my drawing stuff when I accidentally kick something. A silver chain laying on the ground…Riff must have dropped it when Tony walked in. I pick it up and take it to my little space placing it next to the white trinket. ————————————————————————————

Wednesday

Riff Pov

“Hey where ya headed buddy boy?”, A-Rab asks me “Just over to Doc’s need to talk to Tony.”, I say half truthfully. “Oh we planning something?”, he inquires “Not too sure yet. Why don’t you and the guys go play some basketball at the courts today? Been a while. I’ll meet up later.”, I say . “Alright. I’ll tell everyone to meet at the courts.”, he runs off.

Once he is out of sight, out of mind I grab a couple lollipops that were just around and a 5 dollar bill I pick-pocketed from some random lady.

On my way to Doc’s I thought about my conversation with Catalina yesterday, Tony is the only person who knew about my parents. The Jets may be my family but we don’t ever talk about the gory details leading us to this new home. On top of that I couldn’t help but wonder if her drawing my chain meant something. My thoughts are interrupted by me walking into the store pulling the lollipop out from between my teeth and nearly landing on my ass.

“I’m mopping dimwit”, Catalina laughs at me as I straighten myself up. “Well you missed a spot.”, I hop, skip and jump over to the table. “No I didn’t you just weren’t paying attention.”, she snickers. “Potato potAto doll.”, I say placing the candy between my teeth once more. “Hey now did you bring me one?”, she says putting a hand on her hip.

“As a matter of fact.”, I pull out hers and toss it at her. She catches it with ease and looks over at me. “Riff being nice?”, she questions. “It’s just candy you gave me one yesterday. No biggie.”, I say. “But what about the trinket yesterday?”, she adds. “Got me there.”, I admit in defeat.

“You dropped your chain yesterday by the way I have it in my room i’ll go get it once the floor dries.”, she hops onto the counter unwrapping her lollipop. I nod and we eat our candy having tiny word exchanges here and there. Tony was doing inventory downstairs and Valentina was in the back doing whatever old people do.

“Okay okay so tell me about you and Grazi.”, she says. “What about us?”, I ask. “Well what’s the deal between you two. Last I checked she was Tony’s Jet girl and now she is in your bed?”, she says. “ It’s nothing serious I mean I was keeping her company while Tony was gone.”, I admit.

“I’m sure you have no interest in a serious relationship “, she rolls her eyes. “What’s it to ya?”, I smirk. “Nothing I’m just say-“, she starts but I cut it short. “You’re just saying that I couldn’t possibly be committed?!”, I am getting defensive.

“No i’m saying that your definition of a relationship is “keeping someone company””, she uses air quotes. “And what’s wrong with that sweetheart. Getting jealous it’s not you making me breakfast in the morning.”, I smirk. “As if.”, she rolls her eyes and hops off the counter walking towards the back “Didn’t say I was done with you.”, I follow her.

She walks into what I assume is her “room” tossing my chain in my direction, I catch it. “Well i’m done with you.”, she shouts. “Why you getting mad at me you’re the one who asked.”. “Because Grazi deserves better than some bastardo!”, frustration clear in her words. “Bastard! Is that what you think of me!”, I yell.

“Was that not clear when I called you that.”, I throw my hands in the air completely offended by her name calling. “Maybe it’s cause I haven’t found the right girl to actually get serious with.”, I admit. “Then why string her along.”, she is calming down.

“I don’t know alright! Not like I had any role models.”, I say walking back to the front of the store. “Well maybe if you weren’t such an ass and treated girls with respect you wouldn’t have to be with someone you’re not committed to.”, she says I can feel her eyes on me.

I turn around and face her, “Or maybe i’ll just lose them like I lost my mom.”, I slam my mouth shut and make an effort towards the door. “You never know until you try..”, her voice is soft now. “Trying implies letting someone in. I can’t do that.”. my voice just above a whisper as memories of my Ma swirl in my head. “In a way you just did Riff..”., she is so easy to trust.

“But I shouldn’t have”. I finally say keeping my eyes down on the ground. “Riff..”, a hand reaches for me in comfort.

I place the 5 dollar bill on the counter, “For my tab” and with that I make my way out of store and run to the courts meeting the guys. ————————————————————————————

Catalina Pov

After Riff left, I sighed to myself and the conversation replayed in my head. These last few days with Riff have been out of the ordinary for sure, but I was liking this side of Riff the one who brought me little trinkets, and lollipops. My thoughts were interrupted by my Tia entering the front of the store.

“Everything okay? I heard shouting?’, she asks. “Si, just Riff being Riff.”, I lie. “What’s this five for?”, she picks it up. “Uh Riff paying off his tab.”, I tell her.

She gives me the most confused look i’d ever seen her wear. She makes sure it isn’t fake and I giggle a little. “Just accept it tia.”, I say. “We don’t trust Riff why would I?”, she looks at me. “Just trust me okay.”, I smile and go downstairs to see my best friend.

“Hola señorita.”, he smiles. “Hola hows it going down here?”, I ask sitting on his bed. “It’s fine. I was just packing up these cans so I could take them up to Valentina.”, he says double checking his numbers. “Riff came by today he paid off his tab.”, I say. “You sure it was Riff?”, he chuckles.

“Positive. My Tia is up there making sure the bill isn’t fake. Maybe stolen but not fake.” I laugh. “Interesting.”, he says. “So have you thought about the dance?”, I ask. “Nope cause i’m not going.”, he begins to carry the crate upstairs.

“But Tony it will be fun. We haven’t done anything since you got back.”, I beg. “Aren’t you going with your new friends?”, he says. “Point taken…you know you’re aren’t any fun sir.”, I stick my tongue out at him. “I’ll manage.”, he chuckles stocking shelves.

“Alright you two less chatter more stocking.”, My Tia smiles at us. Tony and I stock up the store and my Tia tells us stories about her and Doc..typical night. ————————————————————————————

Thursday

On my way into front of shop I notice a box on the counter that clearly wasn’t there when we locked up. Catalina is written across the top of it. “What’s that?”, My Tia asks me. “I don’t know but it’s apparently for me”, I slowly remove the top off the box.

Sitting in it is the red skirt I had admired just a few days before. Grabbing the waist of it I pull it out of the box and admire it once more but, a white paper falls from it taking my attention. ————————————————————————————

Catalina,

I can’t wait till tomorrow to see ya at the dance. Meet me for lunch today at the diner.

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“Who is it from?”, she asks me. “The note isn’t signed. But it says can’t wait till tomorrow so I assume Junior?”, I answer. “Oye so thoughtful”, she smiles. “Yeah guess so…umm I have to go to Anita’s she wants to add final touches on my dress. Esta bien?”, I ask. “ Si, dile a todo el mundo que dije hola.(Yes, tell everyone I said hello)”, She kisses my head.

I nod, taking the box to my room before leaving to Anita’s apartment. The dress was dark red and fell off my shoulders and landed just above my knee, and moved with me as I twirled.

“Es hermosa! Muchas gracias.(It’s beautiful thank you so much!)”, I smile spinning in circles. “Me alegro de que te guste ahora deja de moverme para que pueda hacer ajustes tonta chica.(I’m glad you like it now stop moving so I can make adjustments silly girl.”, Anita laughs at me.

I stand still allowing her to do her work while Maria and I talked more about the classes and when we wanted to go sign up cause it had to be soon. She told me about working at Gimbels, she’s been trying to get me to work there with the other shark girls but, I am happy at Doc’s. Anita adjusts both our dresses before taking a step back and admiring her work.

“I’ve out done myself.”, she boasts herself. “They are beautiful”, we smile at her. “Muchas gracias hijas.”, she sits back at her machine to handle other things. “Want to hang out?’, Maria asks me. “I would but, I am meeting someone for lunch.”, I say. “Ooooh?”, she pokes at my sides “Not like that.”, I laugh. “Uh-huh tonta.” She smiles “I’ll give you the details tomorrow at the dance.”, I smile.

I hug them both goodbye and head over to the diner with my dress in hand protected in a cover. Walking into the diner I find Riff sitting in a booth, holding a purple flower in his hand.

“Hi.”, he says. “Riff? What are you doing here?”, I ask.“Was in the neighborhood.”, he leans back in the booth. “I was supposed to meet someone but-“ “Why don’t you sit i’ll buy ya lunch?”, he offers.

“As long as you promise not to call me Cat for the entirety of the the meal?”, I say sternly. “Cross my heart.”,he does the motion and I take a seat taking one last look around for Junior. “What’s with the flower?”, I ask. “For you..I was gonna drop by Doc’s later but since you’re here.”, he hands it to me. “It’s beautiful…what for?”. “Apologize for yesterday.”, He admits. “Like you said I brought it up.”, I look down. “Why don’t we move on?”, he suggests. “Sure.”, I say.

“What’s in the cover thingy?”, he points at my dress. “It’s my dress for tomorrow, my friend altered a dress for me and it is gorgeous.”, I smile. “Yeah about the dance..I was serious about taking ya.”, a small smirk planted in his lips. “You have Grazi remember and she really wants to dance with ya. She’s just been raving all over town how good of a dancer you are.”, I say.

“Can’t blame her for that but..I mean come on I think we could have some fun together.”, he says. “I kind of already have a date as well. Some Sharks are setting me up”, I admit looking down. “Oh..well I guess I will still see you there maybe at least save me a dance?”, he asks. “I’ll think about it”, I say.

We continue to talk and order just a plate of fries to share with 2 cokes. The more we talked, the more I realized that Riff isn’t that bad at all, sure he is troubled but who isn’t. This new found kindness obviously doesn’t excuse the bad things he’s done but I can’t hold the past against him can I? In the last few days he’s only acknowledged me as Cat maybe once or twice and there hasn’t been any problems between the gangs.

“Earth to Catalina”, he waves a hand in front of my face. “Sorry what were we talking about?”, I shake my head. “The time you, Tony and I scared the old bat she nearly threw her slipper at us.”, he laughs. “She wanted to murder us that day I swear I have never seen my Tia rip her Chancla off so fast.”, I laugh.

“Tony and I ran so fast.”, he laughs harder. “I know leaving me to deal with the aftermath!”, I glare playfully. “She’s your aunt or whatever we weren’t about to stick around for that.”. “Alright that’s it i’m walking out.”, I joke. “No don’t go.”, he says. “I was kidding”, I say looking at the time it was 3 o’clock.”We’ve been here for 3 hours Riff.”.

“Really? Hasn’t felt that long.”, he looks at the clock. “I know it’s insane.”, I look around. “Do you have to go?”, he asks me. “No actually I’m okay here if you are.”, I look at him. “I am too Catalina”, he says. “You called me Catalina.”, I am shocked. “Don’t be so surprised I do know your name.”, he chuckles.

“I just mean our whole lives you have made the stupid cat jokes.”, I roll my eyes. “It was just us Jets being stupid. I never truly meant anything by it..just pushing buttons is all.”, he leans towards the table.

I lean towards it too putting us nearly nose to nose,” Well you certainly succeeded at that.”, I flick his forehead. “Ow”, he says. “Pay back”, I stick out my tongue. “Okay okay, I deserve that”, he rubs his temple.

It was like being with Tony but on a different level. We were laughing and enjoying the company till the diner closed and eventually kicked us out. There was this feeling in the pit of my stomach as time went on especially when we both went to pay for the fries and our ands grazed each other’s setting down some bills. “Let me walk you to Doc’s the streets ain’t safe at night.”, he says. “Okay then”, I don’t fight it.

I carry my dress and the flower in my arms draped in front to my stomach as we walk the quiet, darkened streets of our beloved city. “You know it’s sad seeing a new building torn down each day…our little barrio may not be perfect but for us it is home”, I say looking around.

“I was telling Tony the other day that I wake up to everything I know being torn down, sold, or taken over, I guess that’s why I fight. This is my only place to call home and i’m losing it, I don’t wanna lose the guys too.”, Riff opens up.

“What do us Puertorriqueños have to do with that?”, I ask. “They are taken it over.”, he points out in a duh tone. “What I mean tonto, is that the city is taking it over from all of us we aren’t trying to take your turf as you call it. We are making a home too. The city is taking it from us just as much as from you. Just cause you’ve “been here longer” we don’t reserve a right to a home?”, I debate.

“You’re kinda making sense..”, he sighs. “ You boys are all too angry to think logical.” I say. Riff doesn’t respond instead we approach the store and he stops to look at me. “So what about the dance you owe me?”, he asks. “Maybe I will save you just one dance.”, I smile. “Good to know girly girl.”, he winks.

“But what about Grazi?”, I ask. “Not doing this again..just don’t worry about it okay. Let it be.”, he rolls his eyes. “Right its just company.”, I say. “Catalina-“., exasperation hidden in his tone. “No Riff just let Grazi keep ya company at the dance alright I will be with Junior.”. my hands go up in defeat.

I angrily walk into the store locking up before Riff could try to fight. He throws his hands in the air and walks away frustrated. I lean against the door starring at the purple flower from him. I really would love a dance with him…perhaps more than one but I can’t be there just to be shown off by the Jet leader…I won’t. I will go with Junior and smile through the night like a good Puerto Rican.

I go into my room and hang up my dress so it doesn’t get ruined and look at the skirt laying on my bed…wearing this to the dance would just show Junior I want this relationship but I don’t..I can meet my own dates! I bury the skirt in the back of my clothes and lay the flower next to Tuesdays trinket. Tomorrows dance is going to be an adventure.

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adrian-the-lonely-writer · 3 years ago

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A fluffy 'Dean WinchesterXTrans!Male' Reader one-shot where you had come out to Dean, and Dean decided he's going to do everything he can to support you.

“So,” Dean began. His heart was pounding. He rather be facing any number of ghosts and ghouls to avoid fucking this part up. Hell, he’d even take a few demons over this. Anything over these tense emotional moments. Still, he was glued to the bed, hand holding yours. He loved you. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of helping you.

“Y-yeah?” You stumbled over your words. You had no idea how your boyfriend was going to handle the news. Tears were threatening to fall over your cheeks as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Dean swallowed. Dammit, his brother mentioned something like this in the past. Why couldn’t he remember now? “Well in that case, I suppose we better get you some comfier clothes. C’mon.” He stood up, offering his hand to you. Looking up, you saw that same smile dance across his lips, the same smile you fell in love with. “Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you jumped into his arms, relief and love washing over you. Dean just chuckled, quietly as he shifted to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you against him. “Thanks Dean…Thank you so much.”

“Of course. You have a different name you like to be called now?”

“Y/N now- I uh, kinda picked it out when I realized I just-”

“Y/N is perfect babe.” His lips left a light little peck at your nose. “C’mon. Sammy’s with Bobby looking for another job, let’s take the day to get you feeling as good as possible, hm? I just had that great poker payout-”

“I thought that was for silver bullets-”

“Pshh. I can win another game or too.” Dean went to smile, but it quickly drooped into a frown. “Your clothes...do they make you feel-” He tried to find the right word.

“Dysphoric? Well I mean a bit. I didn’t exactly have time to choose great clothes when I ran off with you Dean.” Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean was digging through his duffle.

“I was going to drop them off somewhere, they feel a little small.” Dean grinned, poking his head back up. In his hands were an AC/DC shirt and an old pair of jeans. He even pulled out his spare hunting boots. “Might not be the most practical all the time, but we’ll get you some stuff today.”

You tried not to cry once again.

Few minutes later, you found yourself wrapped up in your boyfriend's clothes, in the passenger seat of the car. AC/DC rang out through the speakers. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You...really don’t mind Dean?”

“Mind? Why the hell would I mind?”

“Well you were into me as a-”

“I am into you, period.” Dean smiled a little. “Masculine, feminine, It makes no difference to me. You are still you. So, clothes we’re doing. Not half assed Walmart clothes either, we’re gonna get you some good hunting gear.” You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. “Masculine fake IDs from now on, easy enough. Anything else you need?”

“At the moment, I’m not sure...I kinda like what Sam does with his hair so I don’t think I’ll cut it off yet. It isn’t as long as his at the moment anyway.” You giggled at the scrunch in Dean’s nose at the mention of his brother.

“Cute guy with a ponytail never hurts either. Ah. Here’s the shop.”

“Dean this is a mall-”

“Yeah, sporting goods, including guns, bullets, as well as various clothing stores to get you what you need. Plus crowds to blend into. Malls are great Y/N.” He turned into the parking lot, picking a spot somewhere in the middle. “Plus, the impala doesn’t stick out too much here.”

Dean slipped out of his side, opening the door for you before you were even unbuckled. His calloused hand still felt tender as it grasped yours tightly, pulling you towards the store.

Your boyfriend was right after all. The crowds were seamless and the selection would be much greater.

“I’m thinking, we hit the sporting goods store, get some food and supplies. Take our time with it. Then just meet up with Sam and Bobby for the job, sound good Y/N?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.” Your smile was glued to your face as you leaned against his arm walking into the shop Dean had picked. “Is this where you got all your flannels and things?”

“Most of em, yeah. Why? You like that one?” He winked as he saw your cheeks turn a little pink. Sure, you loved the flannel. It made you feel more you, it also smelled like the man you loved more than anything.

“Well it’s nice and warm and-” You tripped over your words again. “Just really nice hunting clothes ya know? Like durable enough you have some protection, it’s also warm enough for nights but I can always open it ya know.”

“Great. So a couple flannels. Some jeans that won’t trip you up. Shirts.” Dean guided you to the clothing area of the store, whipping out his cellphone.

“Dean? Something the matter?” He doesn’t often look at his screen with that much concentration.

“Nope. I was just looking at a size chart.” He matched his screen to a couple of the tags. “These your colors?” He held out some forest green flannel and a black shirt.

“To start with, yeah! Although lighter colors are still nice. I don’t want anything thinking I’m your little brother if I match your style.”

“My style is functional and timeless. Plus, if I had a nickel for everyone who thought Sam and I should-” He scowled as you laughed. You couldn’t help but pick up those books when you saw them. Plus, as prank wars broke out it definitely gave you an upper hand.

“Alright, I concede your style is wonderful Dean.”

“Damn right it is.” He smiled a little. “But I get it, c’mon. Let’s walk around and see what catches your eye.”

The two of you scoured the store from top to bottom. Dean’s arms quickly became laden with fabric as you both approached the fitting rooms.

“Find everything you need sir, and-?” The guy in charge of the rooms spoke.

“Sir.” You introjected. Your heart rate spiked a little. Dean’s hand rested on your shoulder as he nodded to the cashier, as if confirming what you said.

“Of course, right this way. Here is your room, sir.” Without batting an eye the cashier escorted you back to try on your new wardrobe.

“Give 'em hell babe!” Dean called after you, taking his seat. He fiddled with his phone. Sam had finally convinced him to upgrade, and this one had a camera on it.

Quickly, pulse racing, you put on the first outfit of clothes, and slipped outside to model for Dean. Your nerves subsided when met with that goofy grin of his, and you couldn’t help but match it.

“You look amazing.”

“I feel amazing.”

“Wanna try more?” Dean snapped a photo. “That’s gonna be my new cell wallpaper.” You stuck your tongue out to him, a look he cheekily returned.

You went through this a few more times. Different mixed and matched outfits and hunting gear. Dean flirting with you every time you slipped into his sight. Soon you had a week's worth of clothes, with some extras to wear during a wash. Eventually you made it towards the food court, carrying the bags. You both went immediately to the burger stand and sat down.

“Fucck~” Dean’s eyes were closed in bliss. “I forgot how amazing these burgers were.”

“God we ate at gas stations so much I had forgotten food could be juicy.” You were devouring your burger as ravenous as Dean was. Oblivious to the look he was giving you.

Dean just smiled, chewing as he looked at you. It had only been a few months since you were traveling with him. Demon blooded kid like Sammy, you wanted to be able to help. Truthfully you were thankful they accepted.

Dean sometimes kicks himself at night for almost saying no. He had fallen for you, hard, the first time you rode in the back of the car. The way your eyes lit up as his own music started to play. The way you got along with Sam. He had fallen hard. You were perfect in his eyes now as you were then.

“Dean?...” Your voice was quiet, head against the window. After eating Dean had loaded you and your new things into the impala before starting to make your guy’s way to Bobby's place.

The excitement of the day had driven your eyelids to a close by this point. The soft rumblings of the engine were lulling you to sleep. Dean’s hand found yours once more, with a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah babe?”

“I love you Dean…”

“I love you too Y/N.” His words were the last things you heard before finally succumbing to sleep.

Dean drove on, hand never leaving yours. He had found the best boyfriend in the world, and he intended to keep things that way.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #fanfic #trans man #trans pride #trans reader #pride #dean winchester x transreader #transmasc #trans ftm #gay ftm #ftm

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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 years ago

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Hawk Fluff Alphabet

Requested by @manicgrungegf

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

What hawk finds most attractive about you is your kindness. You’re literally the sweetest person to everyone you meet and he likes to think that if he knew you when he was Eli, you still would have dated him. You didn’t care about the muscles or the tattoo or the hair. You genuinely loved him and were always kind to him even when he was being an ass.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He’s not sure about whether he wants kids or not. He’s kind of just enjoying being young and having fun right now, and he never actually thought he’d get married before, but he’d be open to it later on down the line if it was something you really wanted.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

For as much game as he talks, this boy is a LITTLE SPOON. He loves being held by you, and sometimes can’t fall asleep unless your arms are wrapped around him. In public, he’s always the one with his arm around you, hugging you from behind, putting on that alpha male persona, but when it’s just you guys he’s a total puppy.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Hawk likes to take you to parties. You guys can drink, dance, hang out with your friends, it’s the perfect place in his opinion. But for more private occasions like your anniversary, he likes a nice picnic on the beach. He’d make PB&J’s for you guys (and cut off your crusts), pack some juice boxes, and bring a big giant blanket (and condoms shhh) for you guys.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You’re my happy place. Hawk thinks of you as the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Whenever he feels frustrated from training or insecure about his scar or angry at Demitri, he knows he can always go to you for support and you’ll make him forget all about that stuff. He’s never not smiling when you’re around.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He first knew he loved you when you said his scar was cute. It’s always been his biggest insecurity, and even when you guys first went out, he always just assumed you just tried not to look at it and look at his hair or muscles instead. But when you told him you liked it, thought it gave him character and looked kind of tough, his heart shot through the roof. This beautiful, ethereal, magnetically charming girl thought his scar, his deformity, was cute?! Love on sight.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s more gentle than you would think, but still not as gentle as, say, Miguel. He would never hurt you or make you do anything you don’t want to do, but he likes to rough house, play wrestle, and tease you a little bit. He likes to sneak up behind you, pick you up and spin you around, and ruffle your hair as a “good morning” every day.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Hawk is holding your hand all. The. damn. Time. He likes everyone to know who you belong to. Inside, he’s still a little insecure and nervous that you’ll decide you can do better and leave him, so he finds holding your hand reassuring, especially when you run your thumb over the back of his hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was honestly not good. You were friends with Samantha Larusso so he just assumed you were stuck up and snobby. The first time you guys actually talked was at a party. You were pacing nervously outside because your friends had left, your phone died, and you had no way to get home. Hawk took pity on you and offered to give you a ride on his motorcycle, and you guys ended up driving all over town, talking, laughing, drinking milkshakes, and you quickly made plans to hang out the next day.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He is the most jealous boy, mostly because he’s insecure that you’ll leave him for someone else. Sometimes you think it’s hot, but if it ever bothers you, he’ll make a conscious effort to work on himself and trust that you’ll always come back to him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Your first kiss was the sweetest moment ever. You guys were sitting on the beach one night talking about all your deep thoughts. He started telling you how he was super insecure about his lip scar and thought no girl would ever want to kiss him before he got the mohawk and muscles. “Well I can think of one girl who would love to kiss you.” At this, he looked at you with pure shyness, and you leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss. Now, his kisses can range anywhere from sweet and loving, to possessive and dominant. You love them all.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He knew he was in love with you when you first talked about nerdy shit with him and Demitri. He always thought he couldn’t like nerdy stuff like Dr. Who or girls wouldn’t like him, so when Demitri brought it up while you three were hanging out, he panicked. But then you started talking about the new trailer and how excited you were for a female Dr. and he fell in love on the spot.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory with you is that time he needed to touch up his hair color and you asked if you could do it for him. You got him a little poncho (garbage bag but shhh), parted his hair in neat little sections, and touched up the dye. You guys had such a fun time, you gushed about how good his hair looked down, and it ended up looking way better than when he did it himself. Now every time he needs a touch up he comes to you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Hawk doesn’t generally spoil you with material things. You both would much rather spend your time and money on memories, or food. Of course on your birthday and anniversaries he gets you little gifts, but generally speaking, his love language leans more towards quality time.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Lavender reminds him of you. Soft, sweet, feminine. He thinks it looks amazing on you, too. He’s actually thought about dying his mohawk lavender next just to feel closer to you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Princess. That’s the biggest one. Sometimes angel, or babygirl.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

His favorite non-modern thing is old muscle cars. He’s saving up to buy an old Corvette one day. It’s one of his big goals in life. He wants to have a mohawk made for the car, too, so everyone knows how cool he is.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Little secret about Hawk, he loves to cook. When it’s raining outside, he likes to have you come over and make a big meal with him. Maybe chicken pot pie, steaks, or pad thai, and sit on the couch eating and watching old movies.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Unfortunately, Hawk used to be an expert at being sad back before he joined Cobra Kai. The way he likes to deal with it is generally just crying. He likes to let it all out, be alone, collect himself, and then maybe watch a movie or hang out with you. If you’re sad, his first question is “who do I have to beat up?” If it’s not from a person, he’ll take you on an adventure. Hikes, long drives, exploring new places, just to get your mind off it.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Umm karate. It literally changed his life. He loves to tell you about the new moves he learned in training, talk about the tournaments coming up, or the rivalry between Cobra Kai and Myagi-Do. And you’re a sucker for gossip so you love to hear about it.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Music, soft blankets, the tiredness after a workout, a good hot meal, and he loves to watch cringe compilations on Youtube.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Ever since his transformation from Eli to Hawk, this boy likes to show off everything, all the time. His hair, his tattoos, his muscles, his fighting skills, his sarcasm, his girl…

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes to you about 6 months into your relationship with a ring pop outside of a gas station. You both knew it was a joke, but honestly started referring to each other as fiance and never stopped. Then, about 3 years later, he got you a real ring and took your hand and said “about time we actually do this, huh?” Of course, he took you to the same gas station where he had “proposed” the first time. Not the most romantic thing looking in on it, but to you guys, it was perfect.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Highway To Hell- ACDC

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He proposes to you multiple times! Of course he thinks about it. He wants you guys to be together forever!

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A hawk! It’s his signature symbol, of course he thinks it would be super badass to actually have a pet hawk. He would name it Desmond, and get it a tiny little mohawk.

#cobra kai #hawk #hawk x reader #miguel diaz #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #jacob bertrand #fluff #karate kid

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 3 years ago

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I really like your writing

This is my my first request and i hope i am doing it right

I was thinking of Bucky being a little bit overwhelmed by the Reader openly talking about her sex life , being kind of shy about what he wants because he is used the 40s. And they try a lot of their mutual kinks together

Maybe slightly dom Reader

I hope this is ok 😇

So I actually really like this idea. So thank you!

SMUT!!!! 18+!!! NO MINORS!!!!!

Please Send Me More Smutty Prompts!!!!!!

You were invited to have drinks with Sam, Steve, and Bucky. You dressed in a small black cocktail dress, a pair of heels, and light makeup. You grabbed your black leather jacket and walked out of your flat.

You arrived at the bar and walked in. You saw the three guys in a booth in the back. You sneaked up behind Steve and covered his eyes.

“Who’s strong and brave here to save the American way.” You sang in his ear, and the guys started laughing. You removed your hands and he turned around.

“I regret telling you about that,” Steve stated, and you chuckled and pulled him into a hug.

“I would’ve found it anyway.” You shrugged, then hugged Sam and Bucky. You sat next to Steve in the booth and Sam handed you a glass of scotch. “You remembered my drink.” You smiled and took a sip of your drink.

“Well, you only have like ten bottles of it in your apartment,” Sam said, and you chuckled.

“Hey, that’s for nights when I wanna get drunk and call over one of my boy toys.” You winked and finished off your drink.

“Speaking of which. I remember you sneaking in Tony’s new assistant to your room.” Steve stated, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, c’mon. Have you seen him? You could bounce a nickel off that ass.” You smirked, as the waiter dropped off another drink for you. You looked at Bucky and saw how tense he was. “Hey, Barnes, why you so tense?” You asked, and he looked at you.

“What?” He questioned.

“Take. That. Stick. Out. Your. Ass.” You enunciated, and he rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“He’s only tense because he hasn’t been laid since 1940.” Sam heckled, and you smirked as you saw Bucky blush.

“Seriously, Sam?” Bucky hissed, his eyes darting from you to Sam.

“Oh, relax, Buck. We can about shit like this with her. That’s why we invited her.” Sam said, and you smiled and lifted your drink up.

“So, Y/n, you left work early last week what’d you get pierced this time?” Steve asked, and you rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink.

“Something you’ll never see.” You winked, and Steve chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

“You finally got your nipples pierced,” Sam said, and you shrugged and looked down.

“That noticeable?” You asked.

“No,” Sam said, then looked down at your chest then back up. “Yes,” He nodded, his eyes a bit wide.

“Oh, lord,” Bucky muttered, and you chuckled and finished your drink, then stood up.

“I’m going to go get us shots.” You smiled and walked towards the bar. You came back with a tray full of shots. You sat down and took out a mirror and fixed your lipstick.

“You got free shots didn’t you?” Sam asked, and you smirked and you put away your lipstick.

“Man, that bartender can kiss.” You sighed and picked up a shot. Steve and Sam rolled their eyes and grabbed a shot as well. You looked at Bucky who looked unamused at your antics. “C’mon, Barnes. Take a shot.” You said and nudged a shot at him.

“You really have no shame.” He said and took a sip of his beer.

“Never have, never will.” You winked, and licked your wrist, and dumped salt on your wrist. You licked the salt off and then downed your shot, you grabbed the lime and sucked on it. Steve chuckled and downed his shot in one go. “How about we do body shots?” You asked, and Sam hooted, Steve rolled his eyes, and Bucky looked a bit shocked.

“Barnes, switch seats with her,” Sam said, and you stood up and Bucky sighed but switched seats anyways. You brushed your hair over your shoulder and Sam leaned down and licked your neck, then poured salt, then licked it off and downed his shot. You handed him his lime and he took it and chewed on it.

“Rogers, you want in on this?” You asked, handing him the salt shaker.

“No, I think I gonna head back to the tower. I have an early mission tomorrow.” Steve said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Which means you are going to go home and fuck Natasha’s brains out.” You stated, and Steve scoffed but blushed a bit. He stood up and you hugged him, and he and Bucky did one of those bro hugs, and he and Sam did the same thing.

“I’ll see you later,” Steve said and walked out of the bar.

“And then there were three,” Sam said in a spooky voice, you chuckled and took another shot. Bucky just looked a bit uncomfortable as he drank his beer.

“Hey, Barnes, let’s dance.” You said, and stood up and held out your hand to him.

“Yeah, no.” He shook his head, and you scoffed and pulled him out of the booth.

“C’mon, it’s just a dance.” You stated and pulled him to the dance floor. The song ‘No Lie’ by Dua Lipa and Sean Paul came on. You started moving your hips to the beat of the music. You pulled him to you and turned around, so your back was to him. You lightly ground on his crotch, and he finally stopped being so stiff and placed his hands on your hips. You felt his growing hard-on against your ass, you smirked and turned around. You placed your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your back.

He realized that he had a massive boner and he quickly pulled away and left the dance floor. You pouted as you watched as he said goodbye to Sam and left.

“Damn.” You sighed and walked back to the table ready to get drunk.

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For a few weeks, Bucky ignored you. He didn’t talk to you, he avoided eye contact in the halls or in the lift. You finally decided to confront him about it.

It was about three in the morning when you walked into the gym and Bucky was pounding on a punching bag. You silently closed the door and locked it. You walked out of the shadows and dropped your bag on the bench. You grabbed your hand wraps and started wrapping your fists. You wore a pair of leggings and a sports bra.

“Hey, Barnes you wanna spar?” You asked, walking onto the floor.

“Can you take me?” He asked cockily, and he put up his fists. You smirked and put up yours as you two went onto the mat.

“I’m thinking I can.” You nodded, and you two circled for a minute before he swung first. You dodged his fist and grabbed it, you turned it to the side and you brought your legs up and wrapped them around his neck. He fell to the ground and you tightened your thighs around his neck. He grunted and tapped your thigh twice. You let go of his neck and rolled onto your feet, and helped him up.

“That was cheating.” He said and took a deep breath.

“How?” You asked, “That wasn’t cheating, baby. I was just better.” You winked and started unwrapping your hands. “So, you wanna talk about that night in the bar?”

“Not really no.” He said, walking back over to the punching bag. You slinked over to him and stood behind him.

“Why? Because I turned you on.” You whispered into his ear and smirked when his body went rigid. “I think it is.” You smirked, “I felt your hard cock pressed against my ass as we danced.” You stated, and reached down and placed your hands on his ass. “And to be honest it turned me on too, sweetheart.” You purred, and squeeze his ass loving the feel of his asscheeks in your hands.

“What a-are y-you d-doing?” He stuttered as you walked around to the front of his body. You dropped to your knees in front of his crotch.

“Helping you out.” You smirked and cupped his growing hardness in your hand. “Just tell me to stop and I will.” You said, and he ground his hips down onto your hand.

“God, don’t.” He groaned, and you pulled his shorts down as well as his boxers, and his hard cock sprang out onto his stomach. You took his cock in hand and slowly stroked up and down. You took the head in your mouth and licked the pre-cum out of the slit. The salty taste lingering on your tongue, as you took his cock farther in your mouth.

You gagged a bit around his length as it touched the back of your throat, but you relaxed your throat and took him farther. Your nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of his cock. You moved your mouth back and forward, running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. He moaned and bucked his hips forward, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so you pulled his hands to the back of your head. His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair as you licked and sucked on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grunted like a prayer, you brought your hand up to cup and squeeze his balls, and that did it. He cried out as he came in your mouth. His warm cum filled your mouth and you swallowed every last drop. You pulled back and he let out a satisfied sigh. You stood up and locked eyes with him as you wiped the extra cum off the corner of your mouth, and sucked your finger clean, and moaned obscenely at the taste.

“So good.” You moaned and then smirked as he blushed a deep red. He quickly pulled his boxers and shorts back up. “Do you know when Steve is leaving, Barnes?” You asked as you walked over to your gym bag.

“How are you so casual after… that?” Bucky asked, and followed you over to the bench.

“Because I was just helping you relax.” You shrugged and heaved your bag over your shoulder.

“Wait, can we talk about this?” He questioned, and you turned around.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“How are you so comfortable when talking about your sex life?”

“Because I don’t care what people think.” You said, “Also it’s the 21st century, Barnes. There are so many people with open minds. I’m one of them. So if you wanna try some kinky stuff call me.” You winked and walked out of the gym leaving Bucky a bit speechless.

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thesmokingguns · 3 years ago

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What are these?

Word count:912

FT: Kelly Nickels (present day) X You

Summary: Cassette tapes feel like a relic of the past but your packrat boyfriend keeps all the relics he has collected. Almost 60 years of stuff in a garage, half of it you don’t think has a purpose. Trying to find something you find all his tapes and a battle of the ages starts.

A/N: This feels like a crackfic but I was talking to my parents a few weeks ago about things that I just couldn comprehend. Like how an operator would know when and how much money you needed to add into a payphone or making a phone call and not using an area code or how I understood what a cassette was but I don’t think I ever used one. Then the wonderful @littlemisscare-all. Was talking about about a fic with present day Kelly and I wrote this. I hope you like it

Tag List: @thenobodies-inc , @littlemisscare-all , @that-80s-chick @agroupiewhore , @ayablackwood

The garage was like a very dangerous game of Tetris thanks to your boyfriend being the biggest pack rat in the world. A yelp escaped your lips as you slipped, a box tumbling down along with you, spilling out in the driveway. If Kelly hadn’t saved every scrap of paper from the 80s on maybe you guys would have found the old photo albums that you had been looking for where he could prove to you that he had done the stuff he said.

“What are these?” you looked around at the spilled content of the box. PIcking up the clear item with ribbon wrapped inside. You stacked them back into the cardboard box moving to carry it into the house.

Kelly was digging through the closet, wondering why you had so many dresses when you seemed to only wear yoga pants and a bad attitude most days. As he was cursing your existence you walked in dropping the box onto the bed.

“Do you have a video camera? I want to watch these old tapes.” his eyes tore from the closet to where you were digging through the box. There was no way he was going to let you watch any tapes that you found laying around. Though he probably did look good in them.

He froze when he saw you holding up the object that you were wanting to watch on a video camera, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“That is a tape cassette. You know, to listen to music on.`` The blank look on your face made him realize you had no idea what it was. “You’re kidding me right? This is one of your bad jokes where you just try to make me feel old. Even though you’re turning thirty this year.” the way you grimaced at the reminder of your age made him smile.

“Bold calling me old when you’ll be 60 at the start of the new year.” his smile faltered, narrowing his eyes at you, “So this has music on it? Does it sound different like a record does or is like a CD?” you asked, flipping over the cassette.

Kelly shook his head, digging into the box and pulling out a square metal box with foam headphones. You tried to remember the last time you used headphones with the band over your head or even with wires. He opened the back, tsking when he saw the spot didn’t have batteries. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room and into the kitchen where he was digging through the junk drawer putting batteries into the back. He put the cassette tape into the device moving to put it over your ears.

He held up the walkman hitting the play button. You chuckled as music played through the shitty headphones, your hands going to hold them over your ears. It didn’t have the crackle of a record or lightweight easy portability of a CD.

“Skip this song.” you yelled out. The music fast forwarded and you were halfway through the next song, “The tape is messed up. It skipped the first half of the song.” The tape slid back to the ending of the first song, “Are you messing with me on purpose? Do you just need to find the groove of something?” Kelly gave you a look of frustration.

“You have to just fast forward and rewind until you find the song,” he explained. You pulled the headphones off, shaking your head as you handed him the headphones back. Kelly gave you a look, “Say it. Say your mean comment. If you hold it in, it gets twice as mean.” biting your lip you took in a breath, turning to him.

“Kelly, those are the most useless things and you’ve been carrying them around for my entire life, maybe longer. Why wouldn't you just listen to a record or buy a CD or you know, just have a music account like everyone else in this century!” you asked, throwing your hands up in the air.

“You’re the one who digs around in the garage and wants to play with all the things. Also want to point out that you collect records and you used to call the Vinyls with an S!” the way your cheeks turned pink in embarrassment at the memory let him know that he was winning this round.

“You want to play dirty, Kels? How about you getting an Instagram? Hashtag Am I doing this right? Heart emoji, beer emoji, pirate flag emoji, how about just adding another seven emojis to make it an even ten? That's what all the kids are doing.” The smirk he was giving you as he set the walkman down, going over to you and wrapping you in his arms.

“Oof, heart broken emoji, grandpa emoji, white flag emoji...I have seven more to use right?” he teased, laying a kiss on the side of your lips. You were melting in his arms.

“How about kissy face emoji? Red Lips emoji, bed, eggplant, peach, two water emoji?” his eyebrows raised as you headed back to the bedroom, stopping when you saw the box of cassettes there, “But first, these are going in the trash.” His mouth fell open, and he grabbed the box from you.

“I’ll put them away, ma chere. No need to throw away things.” You rolled your eyes watching him walk back into the garage. He was your packrat and you loved him,

#kellly nickels imagine #Kelly nickels headcanon #Kelly nickels fanfic #Kelly Nickels

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shinysteph · 3 years ago

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Had my music on shuffle and I See the Light played right after In a Crowd of Thousands from Anastasia on Broadway

IF I HAD A NICKEL FOR EVERY TIME A THieF FELL IN LOVE WITH A LOST PRINCESS AND IT RUINED MY LIFE I’D HASVE TWO NICKELS!!!!

#my posts #tangled #anastasia the musical

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polishksiezniczka · 4 years ago

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Camerlengo Patrick McKenna Fluff ABCs | Camerlengo x Female Reader

Il camerlengo deserves more love ❤

Notes: These take place in an AU where the Cardinal Strauss and Commander Richter are guilty of the attacks on the Vatican. 2K words.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

There are so many things about you Patrick adores: your beautiful, soft smile; the curiosity and warmth your eyes convey; the feminine lilt of your voice. But most of all, he loves you for your heart. The kindness you show towards others makes you an angel in his eyes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why or why not?)

Despite his vocation to the priesthood, Patrick would love nothing more than to start a family with you. He views the love you share as a gift from God, not something that should be disgraced or vilified. The arbitrary man-made rules of the Church which prevent him from realizing this longing—your own little family—frustrate him to no end.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

With the utmost care and gentleness. He holds you against him, reverently stroking your hair, face, and body with his warm fingers. He especially loves to admire the suppleness of you, softly kissing each and every glorious inch he can reach. While these moments are few, they are precious to him.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Because your relationship with Patrick is technically “forbidden,” you can’t go on dates in the normal sense. When he can, Patrick will use the secret passage between the Vatican and Castel Sant’ Angelo to discretely travel to the outside world in order to visit you. Because you really can’t be seen alone with him, you instead spend time with Patrick in your apartment, often cooking dinner, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company. Even if you can’t confess your love to the world yet, all he desires is to spend every moment he can with you.

E = Everything [“You are my ____________.” (e.g. my life, my world)]

“You are my heart.”

“You are my treasure.”

“You are my life’s greatest blessing. You are a gift from God.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

When he imagined his life without you. The pain he felt even entertaining the notion was too much for him to bear. He knew he needed to tell you before it was too late.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

This is one of the main reasons you fell in love with Patrick—he is truly the gentlest soul you have ever met. He treats you as if you were a priceless relic, practically worshipping the ground you walk on and swearing to defend you from any harm. Not that he won’t stand up for what he believes—he is a fierce defender of his faith and possesses the ability to inspire millions with his commanding oratory. But the look of love in his eyes when you catch him watching you makes your heart flutter rapidly in your chest like a schoolgirl’s.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Secretly and with all the affection he can possibly give. He especially loves to brush his thumb across the back of your hand, squeeze them lightly, or bring them to his lips when they are intertwined. When you are alone together, he always wants to maintain this type of intimate contact.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When you first met Patrick, the always-charming young priest was left speechless. Not only was he enamored of your beauty, he was mesmerized by your intellect and eloquence. At first, he chided himself for such foolish and boy-like thoughts—he was a priest, after all! But after slowly getting to know you, he realized how much you embodied perfection to him: your poise, the uncommon kindness you showed to all those you met, your deep devotion to your Catholic faith. And you couldn’t help but feel the same strong attraction to him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous much?)

Patrick is not the jealous type—he would never have any reason to be. Your love is built on trust and truthfulness, and he alone holds the key to your heart.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You were the first to kiss Patrick. You had gone to him for guidance after suffering a deeply personal anguish. His words were so gentle and reassuring, you couldn’t help but softly kiss his cheek in gratitude as tears slipped silently from your eyes. You were too numb to even feel ashamed, let alone prepare for Patrick’s response: taking your hand and kissing it lovingly, a gesture meant to assure you your feelings were reciprocated.

Because of Patrick’s profession and his constant presence in the public eye, you can’t be together as often as you’d like. But when you are, you nearly die and go to heaven from his mouth’s attentions alone. Patrick’s kisses are gentle, reverent, and full of love. He is never aggressive or rough; instead, he worships you with his lips, laying them everywhere like a starving man put before a feast.

L = Love (Who says I love you first?)

Patrick did. He was running to the helicopter to dispose of the antimatter chamber, willing to sacrifice his life for the safety of the faithful gathered in the Square and his beloved St. Peter’s. As he prepared to take off, he saw you standing on the steps at the entrance to the basilica, tears in your eyes. He silently mouthed to you, “I love you. Pray for me.” You were distraught but could do nothing but nod as tears clouded your vision and watch as he ascended from the plaza into the night sky.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

One night you begged Patrick to go for a walk around the city together, like a normal couple would. You couldn’t brush away the romantic childhood notions of strolling through Rome with your beloved. He finally acquiesced to your pleas (your doe eyes and breathy implorations being of great assistance to you) and the two of you slipped quietly out into the dusky night. You frolicked at the Trevi Fountain, gazed at the enormity of the Pantheon, and shared a sweet treat from the gelateria while nestled on a bridge overlooking the Tiber River. Although the ancient city was beautiful, the sight beside him was what truly took his breath away.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Priests are sworn to a life of poverty, so Patrick does not shower you with expensive presents (nor can he afford to). But none of that matters to you because all you care about is Patrick and your love for him. Of his few earthly possessions, Patrick gifted you his late mother’s golden crucifix necklace inlaid with emerald, despite your attempts to dissuade him. He gave you the look of utmost adoration and smiled. “Angelo mio, you are the only one worthy of wearing it.” You wear the necklace every day as a secret declaration of your love for Patrick.

O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

There are two: light pink (it is your favorite color and the color of your favorite flower, the gardenia) and white. White symbolizes purity and peace, as it is the color of the angels, and to Patrick, you are his angel on Earth.

P = Pet Names (What pet names do they use?)

Angelo mio (“my angel”); cuore mio (“my heart”); mi amore (my love); “beloved”; “dearest”; “my treasure” ; “sweetheart.”

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

His rosary, made of olive wood grown on the shores of the Sea of Galilee. It was a gift from His Holiness.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Ideally, he would spend the day curled up together on the sofa with you, reading, talking, or just basking in the other’s presence. Two mugs of tea and a plate of delectable pastries you had baked for him would sit on the table but would remain uneaten because of the sustenance you provide to each other. When he cannot be with you, he enjoys spending time in his study, doing research, reading Scripture, or writing his weekly homily.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Prayer—he always turns to God and the Saints for guidance.

Naturally, being by your side and in close physical contact immediately quells even his deepest fears. He relishes listening to your soft, sweet voice, lulling him into a sense of profound comfort and eventually, sleep.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Patrick is an intellectual at heart and loved the time he spent in seminary. He is incredibly well-versed in a variety of topics, including literature, history, science, music, art, philosophy, and theology. You could listen to him for hours and never lose interest.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You. Patrick can be himself around you, let his guard down. He knows that he can tell you anything. Sometimes when he has a lot on his mind (responsibilities, the welfare of his Church, your future together), he simply gazes at you lovingly and observes the subtle movements you make when you’re engrossed in a task like cooking, reading, or playing the piano.

When he’s anxious and you are not around, prayer provides him a deep sense of comfort. He also relishes in your sweet scent—a small vial of your perfume you gifted him.

V = Vaunt (How do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Vanity is a sin! 😉

But in secret, he loves showing off his Latin skills to you! You find it incredibly sensual when he speaks to you in that ancient tongue.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

On a dreamy spring night, Patrick led you up to a secret balcony near the base of St. Peter’s massive dome—a hidden observatory shown to him by His Holiness when he was a young boy. The view is breathtaking; you can see the whole city bathed in golden light, the inky blue darkness above cut by the silver caresses of the moon. You turn to Patrick in complete awe and could hardly articulate how beautiful the view was. He pulls you close to him and whispers that he would be happy if he could never see this view again if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with you. You turned to him, overwhelmed with love, your breath hitching at the significance of his words. He then knelt down before you, taking your hands in his.

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, of all the blessings God has bestowed upon me, none is more precious than you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew that we were meant to be together, in this place and time.” His eyes were sincere and insistent, his tone earnest as he held your hands tighter and continued: “My mind told me that we could not be together, that my vows of celibacy and chastity forbid this. But my heart tells me that if a love so pure as ours exists, is it not a gift from God, meant to be treasured? And though I may not deserve to understand, all I wish to know and feel is my love for you.” His eyes shone softly with tears.

“Y/N, my love, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and spend the rest of your life with me? Will you be my wife?”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Patrick loves the ancient hymns from the early days of the Church, their melodies hauntingly beautiful yet powerful. “Ave Maria” also has a special place in his heart after he heard you singing it softly to yourself one evening while preparing dinner.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Every day! Patrick is so torn between the duties of his priesthood and his intense longing to spend the rest of his life as your husband. He prays to God often about this personal conflict, but finally decides to propose to you before Him alone, indifferent to anyone else’s judgement.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Because Patrick is so easygoing and affectionate, he would do really well with dogs.

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#ewan mcgregor #patrick mckenna #camerlengo #angels and demons #dan brown #il camerlengo #carlo ventresca #ewanfuckinmcgregor #forgive me father for i have sinned

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bored-mumma · 4 years ago

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Steve rogers - fluff alphabet

Masterlist

Chris evans version

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

He loves how you see the bright side in every situation. He can be going down the rabbit hole and getting pissed off with it all, but along comes you, desperately trying to show Steve the positive side in everything. He adores that and always takes your opinions on board.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

No. He’s not even sure if he can have children! But even if he could, it would be a big no from him. Bringing a child into his life wouldn’t be fair and he didn’t want his enemies to target his children.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

Arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. He’s usually the big spoon.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

They’re few and far between so when you and Steve do finally get some time for a date, it’s usually very intimate and just the two of you. More often than not you would spend the evening at home, order a take out and simply cuddle on the sofa watching something on TV. Your lives were always so busy and fast paced so actually getting some time to sit back and relax in each others arms is as close to heaven as you’ll ever get.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my dream come true.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

He can’t remember the exact moment he fell in love, he just knew it happened pretty fast. When you first met he found you extremely beautiful and would sneak looks at you as often as he could but he didn’t actually get a chance to speak to you until a couple weeks later. When he did, you two clicked pretty quickly and Steve asked you out for dinner. Before he knew it, he was imagining your future together, your wedding, your home, your life as a couple. It hit him like a train.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

He’s pretty gentle with you. He knows his strength and is pretty mindful of it when holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around your waist.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

He loves to hold your hand. Almost feels proud to openly show he belongs to you and you him. He’ll link his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb along your skin.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

He noticed you when you walked into the meeting room to hand some files to Fury. He didn’t know who you were or what your job was but he did know you were utterly breath taking. As said above, it took him a few weeks to speak to you but when he did, he noticed your strong will and opinions which he adored.

J- Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

He doesn’t really get the time to pull pranks, but does enjoy doing them when he gets the chance. Especially when the two of you team up and do a prank on Sam and Bucky. You did one on Natasha once, but it didn’t go down very well.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

In every way possible. With his hands on your waist as he gently kisses you to show affection. One hand on the back of your neck, another on the small of your back as he desperately kissed your breath away. A quick peck between meetings. A strong, passionate one as he hugged you as close as possible to him when he comes back from a mission. There’s a million ways he kisses you and each one is as amazing as the last.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You do. He had come back from a particularly difficult mission and was a little down as you were comforting him. Holding him in your arms, you looked up at him, give him a loving kiss and whispered the words you had longed to say for a while now.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

It doesn't happen often thanks to your guys' jobs, but the first time you two had a "normal" day out together. Went to a museum, had a coffee, went for lunch, walk through the park. Stuff that seems so simple to others was your fondness memory.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Surprising enough, being captain America doesn't pay as much as one would think. He likes to spoil you on your birthday, anniversary and Christmas but throughout the rest of the year money can sometimes be a little tight (you know Tony would always help but you would never ever ask. It's a pride thing) so you don't get spoilt with material things. Although Steve makes it up with love and gestures.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Yellow! Just like you, the colour yellow represents joy, warmth, optimism and light. Pretty much how Steve would always describe you.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

“Doll.” and “Love.”

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

He loves going to the theatre. Enjoying a show with you, both dressed in black tie formal, hand rested in each others. He also loves the buzz of laughs around him and the gasps from the audience - something you don't get in a cinema.

R = Rainy Day

Rain or shine, Steve Rogers has a job to do. It's very rare you two would get a day together so even if it's pouring it down outside, you can bet your ass he's still dragging you out for a date.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

He struggles a little with expressing his feelings. Men being allowed to show distressed emotion wasn't really a thing of the early 1900's and was something Steve found a little hard to actually do. You told him repeatedly feeling down or anxious isn't something to be ashamed of. It would take a while but with some comforting words and hugs, Steve would open up to you. Simply being able to express his emotions so openly with his lover would help make him feel better.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

Steve loves to speak to you and what you’re passionate about. Watching your face light up as you get lost in what you’re saying, your hands moving as you really get into it. He could sit back and watch you for hours.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Dragging your nails along his scalp as he rests his head on your chest, listening to your breathing as your body warms him.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

His strength! He still remembers what it was like to be a small skinny man and he bloody loves to show off his muscles to you. He’ll carry all the shopping from the car, would move all furniture when you moved in together, does a lot of workouts where he knew you would see. You loved it just as much as he did.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

Steve is a pretty traditional man. Tony pulled some strings and got Steve a table at one of the nicest restaurants around. You two had a lovely dinner, Steve ordering your favourite drink and telling you to order anything that catches your eye. Between the main meal and your dessert, Steve walked around the table, got on one knee and asked you to be his wife.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

Everyone gave him a long list of music artists to listen too when he woke up in 2011. One of which was Whitney Houston. “I will always love you” is one he likes as it calms him down.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the beat to my heart.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

A dog. He wants to get a security dog for when he is away from missions to make sure you’re always safe. He lets you choose the breed though.

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