#adcu fluff

[corens0ups]

The Prank

{ flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Flip being an idiot and scaring you to get in the spooky mood! Or vice versa! Please and thank you

I kind of took this in a little bit of a different direction, it's not super duper spooky per se, but I love the idea I came up with and I hope you love it too!

warnings. FLUFF, very light sexual stuff, scaring/pranking, flip getting all grumpy, lingerie wearing, a kiss n' make up situation.

word count: 1.2k

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

Flip, being a seasoned police detective, is a very hard man to scare. You're always trying to jumpscare him, but it never works, and it frustrates the hell out of you because he's constantly jumpscaring you. You just wanna get him really good one time, really scare him, and you've finally come up with the perfect plan to do it.

When you told Ron your idea, he was immediately eager to help you out, agreeing to do whatever needed to scare the living daylights out of Flip.

So when Flip calls and tells you he's on his way home, you quickly get your lingerie on and do your hair and makeup all nice. You really need to have Flip completely focused on you and get his guard down so Ron can do his thing.

You're buzzing with excitement as you head downstairs in your pretty set, one of his favorites, and make a quick call to Ron to confirm the plan. Then, you settle on the couch and put yourself on display as best you can while you wait for Flip to come home.

"Princess? I'm home!" he calls through the house as he normally does, pulling off his boots and putting out his cigarette in the ashtray by the door. "Baby, where--"

He turns the corner and finds you on the couch, all laid out in one of his favorite lingerie sets. He hums, pausing and leaning against the archway of the living room.

"What's all this for?"

"What, can't a lady dress up for her handsome, hardworking man every once and a while? Keep things spicy?"

Flip chuckles and walks over to you. "Hey, I never said I was complaining. Just didn't know if we were supposed to be celebrating anything, maybe one of those bullshit holidays we always use as an excuse to have sex, like fuckin' national laugh day or whatever."

"Oh my god," you chuckle. "We should really stop doing that, we really don't need any more excuses to have sex."

"Mm, you have a point," Flip hums, smiling as he pulls you to your feet and kisses you deeply. "But you have to admit, we've had some, mm, pretty great holiday celebrations."

You smile against his lips, nodding. "Yeah, we have."

Meanwhile, outside, Ron pulls into the driveway with his headlights off and takes it slow, not wanting to alert his partner to his arrival. He grabs his cuffs and sneaks around to one of the living room windows, staying low as he taps the metal cuff against the window.

Flip's head turns immediately in the direction of the sound, eyebrows furrowed.

"Did you hear that?"

You look up at him, pretending to be confused.

"Hear what, baby?"

"There was a tapping noise."

"I didn't hear it," you say, turning his head back to you and kissing him again. "It was probably just the icebox again, you know how it makes those weird sounds sometimes."

Flip's instincts were telling him there's something going on, but he chooses to ignore them in favor of kissing you some more. He hums, hands on your hips, squeezing them firmly.

"You look so beautiful, princess," he says against your lips, pushing you gently back down onto the couch. "I--"

Ron scratches along the window with his nails and Flip's head whips over again, walking towards the window.

"What the fuck is going on?" he says, looking through the window. "I swear to god someone's outside tapping the window. You're not hearing it?"

"No, baby, I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't hear anything."

He huffs, then walks back over to you and lays down on top of you, kissing you again as he presses himself against you.

Ron grins and moves to the other window, then knocks quickly, squatting down in the darkness to hide in case Flip looks out the window.

"Alright now, this is getting fucking ridiculous. Either I'm crazy or you're going deaf, because that was very noticeable."

Flip huffs, making a move to get off you and walk over to the window. You hold his shirt and keep him on you, kissing his neck.

"Baby, don't get up again. It's okay, it's probably one of the neighborhood cats. I need you, Flip, please stay here..."

His jaw clenches, but he starts kissing you again. You left the back screen open for Ron so he can enter quietly, and you subtly keep a lookout for him as Flip starts to nibble at your neck.

Ron comes around the corner and you hum, smiling softly and winking at him. He grins, standing in silence for a moment before making his presence known by using his deep, serious shouting voice.

"ZIMMERMAN!"

Flip startles and tries to turn around but falls off the couch with a soft grunt. You burst into laughter and Ron joins in as Flip processes what just happened.

"What the fuck?!"

"Oh my god, that was amazing," you breathe, laughing hysterically. "We got you so good."

You give Ron a high five as Flip stands back up with a huff, crossing his arms.

"You guys fucking suck," he says bitterly. "Why would you do that?"

"Revenge, of course. You're always scaring me but I can never scare you. So I wanted to get you back for all those times."

“Well this was so much worse than anything I’ve ever done to you,” he says. “We were about to…that was just mean.”

You can tell that he’s actually getting upset over this, and you quickly wrap up the conversation with Ron. He can sense it too and heads out after a few more minutes, leaving you and Flip alone.

He walks over and grabs a beer from the fridge, opens it up, then takes a long sip. You sigh, getting up from the couch and walking to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he lights a cigarette.

“Baby, it was a little prank. Just for a little fun.”

“It wasn’t fun for me. I actually thought something was going on outside and I was getting worried. And the fact that you got all dressed up just to scare me…it was just shitty.”

You step around and give him a kiss on the cheek, then another, and another.

“Flip, baby, I’m sorry,” you say, pouting. “Please forgive me.”

He huffs. “I’m not happy with you right now.”

Your lips continue to press kisses all over his face, jaw and neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you say with each peck. “I’m really sorry, baby.”

As much as he’s upset, your kisses and apologies are definitely chipping away at his hardened defenses.

His hand slips onto the small of your back but he still doesn’t look at you, hoping you’ll keep going but understand that he’s really not that upset without him having to say it.

You definitely understand it, and you smile slightly, but continue to kiss him until you finally press a kiss to his lips.

“Please forgive me?”

He looks at you, then, and smiles ever so slightly as he holds you close.

“You’re not gonna quit, are you?”

You shake your head with a smile, kissing him some more. "Nope, not until you forgive me."

"Alright, alright," Flip sighs, running his hand down to give your ass a firm squeeze. He smiles, then kisses you. "You're lucky I love you so damn much."

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[cherry-coloureddfunk]

if i should think of love, i think of you, kylo ren

Kylo blinked his eyes blearily to get the look of exhaustion out of them. He did a quick double take, his eyes wild with the hope that you were still in his arms. His lips curved into a sloppy grin as he inched toward you. Every time you breathed, he observed the motion of your chest. Just like this, you were very stunning. So beautiful and calm in his once discarded black T-shirt from yesterday night's activities. He sighed with relief. He hadn't yet had to wake up for the day, as he knew his automatic curtains had been programmed to open when it was time.

You were snuggled up against him, and he stifled a groan as his hands traced the shape of your body. His index finger slid down from your shoulder, around your waist, and onto your exposed thigh. You awoke slightly, and Kylo put his hand on top of your waist, obviously feeling awful for waking you up. You mumbled something incoherent that made Kylo snicker behind your back. He looked at your face intently, as if attempting to imprint the image on his mind permanently. It was at moments like these he was the happiest. 

If he was being honest, he couldn't remember a time when he felt so happy, so content;

So whole.

You were the source for it all. You kissed the blood and pain away from his wounds and treated him with the kind of tenderness and concern he had never experienced before. Kylo had never felt anything like this for anybody before you, and it was a lot to take in.

At times it was too much. 

He questioned whether or not he was worthy of you. More and more, as he contemplated it, a shadowy feeling began to settle over his subconscious. Why could an angel like you be so patient and kind towards him to the point it made his chest hurt? Why would someone like you love someone like him who’s done the atrocities he had? Kylo realized the risks involved. Since he was so widely reviled, it was obvious that he would have made enemies if he had ever let himself fall in love. Many people had the impression that Kylo Ren was a merciless tyrant who would eliminate any threat to his reign. Yet you never once made him feel like an emperor. He felt most like Ben with you. Though he despised and even detested the moniker, whenever you were in his immediate vicinity, he became euphoric and carefree, just as he had been as a child. Someone being that close to him was obviously risky. When he initially attempted to drive you away, he failed miserably because, as he'd suspected all along, he just couldn't deny you. The persistent negative thoughts in his mind kept him on edge. Holding you tightly, as if he thought you'd slip away somehow.

He remembered the day he’d done the unthinkable, killed his father. 

He remembered what you did for him.

You had made yourself comfortable on the black velcro sofa in the far corner of Kylo's living quarters. You hung your feet over the sofa and put a hand on the hard, dark ground. Black and white were the predominant colors of Kylo's room, creating a consistent pattern. You weren't as bored when Kylo was out discovering new worlds and doing first-order responsibilities, thanks to the data pad he gave you. Using the holonet, you tuned in to your favorite radio station, which played reports on the many exciting activities and breathtaking vistas to see on the many worlds. After learning that Kylo was born on Chandrila, you kept re-watching an episode in which the planet was discussed. He's always wanted to take you on a getaway, as he thought it would be amazing to see Hanna City with you by his side. If you went on a trip with him, he would waste all of his money on high-end eateries and tourist attractions.

All for you. 

The blast door to the chamber opened, and you put away your data pad as you saw a towering, recognizable figure appear in the opening. As you heard his booming entrance, you couldn't help but crack a grin. You awaited Kylo's return from work so that he could give you the kiss he always gave you. At this stage, it had become routine. But you frowned when the only sensation was the wind from his quick departure.

You glanced over at him, his massive figure bent over the foot of the king-size bed where the two of you spent your most intimate moments together. You sprang to your feet and walked over to lay a hand on his shoulder, comforting him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your voice dripping with concern, as you rubbed up and down his back. 

“I did it.” A modulator in his still-on helmet caused his voice to lower by many octaves. The irregular rhythm of his breathing within the helmet made you wrinkle your brows.

“Did what?” You asked, not having a clue as to what he was referring to. You waited for him to answer, wanting to help him with whatever he was going through. You hated to see him so distraught. 

“I killed him.” He replied. Despite the modulator, you heard the crack in his voice filled with pain and regret. He shook his head frantically, “I killed him. I killed him. I killed him.”

“What… Kylo, who did you kill?” You asked quietly, fear evident in your voice— not fearful of Kylo himself but what could happen to him because of who he killed. You knew many people didn’t like him but couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. Ever. You stayed quiet, hoping he would fill the silence and tell you what happened. 

Kylo must’ve noticed your tone, “I didn’t mean…” You paused for a second to look him in the eye. You could see the tears on his face and the glistening in his eyes. His broad mouth scrunched into an agonizing grimace. You lifted a hand to cup his face as you gasped. When you touched him, he almost immediately relaxed; clearly, he needed this. You were essential to him. With his eyes closed, he let himself be comforted by your touch as more tears ran down his cheeks. You slid your finger behind his neck and gently tugged, allowing him to lay his face on your shirt.

“I killed my father.” he let out meekly, partly muffled by your shirt in his face. You felt his tears dampening the material. You froze at the information, not really knowing how to process it. Kylo seldom ever talked about his father in a positive light, but when he did, it was usually memories from his childhood. The fact you’d never get to meet the father of the man you were in love with did make you a little sad. When you didn’t respond for a few minutes, kylo began to become frantic. 

“But this doesn’t change your mind, right— you still love me? Right? I love you— Please… Please don’t leave me.” He choked in between sobs, gripping at the material of your shirt, panicking, spewing out incoherent sentences, “Say you love me— please, star. I need you… so so much.” His voice broke entirely as his voice was barely above a whisper towards the end of the sentence. 

“I love you, Ky.” You spoke immediately, not wanting to scare him any further, “I always have, and I always will.”

“Really?” He uttered, looking up at you, glassy eyes filled with hope, “… you’re not going to leave?” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You carded your fingers through his hair, moving so you could now sit on his lap. You grabbed his hand, placing little kisses on each of his knuckles, much like he’d always do for you when you were upset, “Isn’t that what an empress does for her emperor?” 

He smiled at that for a split second, which then turned into a frown. He ran his fingers over your thigh, taking a minute to try and steady his breathing, “I just thought that if I’d done it, snoke would be proud, and it would show that I’m no longer— tempted.”

You immediately understood. Sometimes when you two would lay in bed, Kylo would confess things to you that he wouldn’t dare tell anyone else. He confided in you, and you loved him for it. You’d listen for hours and hours as he’d open up to you. One night, in particular, stood out when Kylo began to question his loyalty to the first order. He would always find himself playing with the ends of your hair and stroking your cheek, thinking out loud; 

 “What if this isn’t worth it in the end?” 

Kylo was obviously not wicked in your eyes. Maybe it was because you saw the side of him that he tried so hard to keep hidden from everyone else. Even though Kylo had a tough demeanor, he was really a softie and a very kind person on the inside. This proved without a reasonable doubt that he had succumbed to the allure of the Force's light side. He apparently believed that murdering his father would further solidify his descent into evil, yet the reverse was true. Others saw him as a shell of the man he used to be; he appeared so shattered.

For you, though, it was the complete opposite. You got the impression that Kylo did what he did because he wanted to make a statement, to prove everyone wrong and achieve what they said he couldn't do in the first place. This, along with snoke's encouragement, led to Kylo's actions, and they couldn't be undone. Time and time again, you assured Kylo that you would stand by his side no matter what battle he decided to fight. 

If he wanted to watch the world burn, you’d burn it with him. 

”I shouldn’t have done it.” Kylo muttered, his face buried into the crook of your neck as you stroked his hair lovingly. 

“I know, I know.” You lift his face from its place on your neck, placing soft kisses all over his jaw.

The whole night was spent with you whispering comforting words into his ear, staying up to make sure he eventually fell asleep in your arms.

Kylo’s love for you just blossomed even more, that night, though he wasn’t sure that was even possible. 

You never judged him for that night. You had seen the most vulnerable parts of him that he knew no one else would ever get to see ever again, and you didn’t have a single negative thing to say about him– about what he did. He knew he deserved to suffer for what he did, and he knew that much was coming but what he didn't get was why you stuck right next to him. 

Even if you had the slightest intention of leaving, he knew you would have left long ago. He's given you a lot of chances, and the stars know it. This was the first time he'd ever put his confidence in someone and not feel any remorse for it. Kylo sighed weakly as a wave of emotions crashed over him.

What were you doing to him? 

When Kylo felt you shift against him, he froze; his eyes met yours with devotion and affection. Your eyes flew awake, and you stopped looking around as your gaze fell upon Kylo. As you blinked away the sleep from your eyes, a grin crossed your face.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He responded, giving a breathy chuckle. 

You felt your cheeks burn up, tucking your face into the crook of Kylo’s neck. “What’re you doing up?” 

Kylo chuckled at that. You've always had such a reserved personality. When it came to anybody else, he would have found it irritating, but he thought it was cute when it was you.

“Just thinking. Go back to sleep, my love.” He snuggled up to you, kissing the top of your head gently.

“Are you going to go to sleep?” You asked while removing your head from his neck and placing it on the pillow so that you could face him.

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” He questioned in a tone that suggested mild amusement; he clearly enjoyed making you squirm with his questions.

“Yes.” In a voice just barely softer than a whisper, you replied. You and Kylo had been dating for a while, but you were still too embarrassed to tell him what you really wanted. And this was especially true when all you wanted was his love and attention, or even just to cuddle up with him. But he would give you everything and so much more. You didn’t have to ask.

He smiled, “Okay, let's go to sleep, my love.” 

“Okay, goodnight Ky.” you snuggled up closer to him, your half-asleep state making you semi-aware of what you were saying. 

You two only said "I love you" when it really counted, never on arbitrary days like today. You and Kylo obviously placed a high value on the emotive connotations of the term. The wordless admittance was sufficient to convey the sentiments you both carried for one another, and it was enough for the two of you, as it was worth a thousand "I love yous" in both of your eyes.

Kylo and you fell asleep in one other's arms, your legs entwined, your breaths steady, and your hearts ultimately beating in unison.

If Kylo had to think of love;

He’d think of you.

[ohsolonelyghosts]

New Years Kiss

Characters: Maurizio Gucci x Reader

Word Count: 887

Note: Happy New Year everyone! I wanted to write this up real quick, it's not much, but I was really feeling Maurizio on this tonight. I typed it up really quickly, just wanted to get something out TONIGHT before it turned midnight on the west coast (where I'm at!)

Phrases to know: *Guarda quanto sei bella - Look how gorgeous you are

*Amore mio - my love

Contents/Warnings: Fluff, kissing, pretty SFW, some sexual language

You and Maurizio had just landed in New York City. He claimed he was here strictly on business, but it was a holiday and you knew it. 

While he did have business meetings to attend, you stayed in the luxurious hotel room he had booked for the two of you. However, he promised you two would explore the city after the meeting today. After all, it was New Year's Eve. 

You were applying your lipstick when you heard the door open and click shut. 

“Love?” Maurizio quietly called, peeking around the corner to see you in the bathroom. He stood behind you in the bathroom, completely taking in your appearance while you finished up your makeup. 

“Guarda quanto sei bella.” 

You turned around, eyebrows raised at your husband. He was never light about compliments, showering you with them constantly. You smiled up at him, his hands finding your waist. Maurizio pulled you in, pecking at your lips a few times. 

You pulled back slightly, humming. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, fluttering your eyelashes. 

“Any time, Bellissimo.” 

You both exited the bathroom, pulling on the boots you intended to wear out today. Pulling on your stunning white coat to pull your outfit together, Maurizio barely changed his clothes and was ready.

“Men, absolutely no effort, and they can still look good,” you hummed over at him, listening to the chuckle in response. 

“I know, doll, just call me flawless.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood in front of you once more. 

“Let’s get going before we can’t move at all out there,” he suggested, holding his hand out, dragging you out of the hotel room. 

Maurizio let you pick any stores to go into, any sights to see, and generally whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the day. 

By the time the sun was setting, you were both walking back into the hotel, not avoiding any crowds. Setting everything you had bought from the day, which wasn’t much, onto the chair in the room, Maurizio looked at you with a slight smirk. 

You looked up from sorting through the new belongings, tilting your head at him. He got that look in his eyes typically when he was in the mood. You shook your head, setting your things down. 

You aimed a finger at him, shaking your head once more.

“Not right now, we were just out all day.” 

Maurizio looked puzzled, giving you a smile. 

“I meant champagne, amore mio. Let’s ring in the new year with some champagne and we can people-watch.” 

You giggled as he picked up the hotel phone to dial for room service. Within no time the bottle showed up in the room, and your husband tipped room service generously. 

You both stood on the balcony, both enthralled with the crowd of people down below. You had no idea how much time had passed, but the crowd grew louder with every passing moment. In a way, it was really fun to see everyone crowd around, pushing and shoving in an attempt to try to get out, or get farther in. 

“People really come here to do this every year?” You questioned, turning your head to him. 

The dark haired male turned his head back to you, looking you in the eyes. 

“It’s a party, why wouldn’t you?” 

You shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face. 

“I don’t think standing in that crowd would be my thing.” 

“Love, we are pretty much here for the party as well,” Maurizio mentioned, shrugging, a hand running through his hair. He straightened out from leaning over the balcony, checking his watch. 

“11:30. So close.” 

Maurizio kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You both shared a sweet moment, though anyone who looked up could probably see you two. 

He leaned down close to your ear, gently placing a kiss on your earlobe. 

“I am going to give you such a treat after midnight.” 

His words made you shiver in anticipation, eliciting a soft noise from you. When your husband stood up straight one more time, you half closed your eyes in a seductive glance, lips slightly parted up at him. 

“You’ll get one too.” 

Maurizio shuddered, chuckling down at you, giving you one more kiss before turning back and leaning over the balcony again. You dragged your fingernails along his back, leaning gently against him. 

As the time drew closer to midnight, Maurizio pulled out the champagne from inside the hotel room. He was going to pop it over the balcony, and not the safe way, either. 

Soon enough, the crowd began the ten-second countdown. You and your husband looked at each other, bright smiles on your faces. 

When it hit one, Maurizio used the hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol to pull you in, planting a long, loving kiss on your lips. You both grinned into the kiss, pulling away so he could pop the bottle. 

You were both sure that it hit someone in the sea of people down below, worrying you for a second before laughing along with your husband. 

He poured the champagne into the glasses, handing you yours first. You clinked your glasses together, Maurizio planting one more kiss on your lips before you took sips of the alcohol. 

“Happy New Year, Maurizio.”

“Happy New Year, Bellissimo.”

[writteninworship]

Could i get "i dont care, your perfect to me!" And "your heart is beating so fast" for Sackler. Maybe where he compliments her a lot and she get flustered really easily cause shes not used to it, and its just fluffy n cute? Thanks!!

Absolutely you can have this. I love me some fluffy Sackler, all day everyday!

Note: I didn't really edit this so please excuse any spelling mistakes etc.

“You really need to shut up” you squeaked, covering your blushing face with your hands. Your face felt hot, having your hands over it wasn’t helping but you wanted to hide the brimming tears from him. Adam had been following you around the apartment for the last 5 minutes hurling, for want of a better word, compliments at you. Your appearance, your personality, your work ethic, your love for him even – he was getting all the big hitters. The ones that made your skin prick with goosebumps and your heart race from how they felt to hear him say.

“Whatcha gunna do kid? Fight me?” he cackled, gathering you up in his arms from behind and lifting you from the floor. Your legs kicked a little trying to wrestle yourself free.

Trying to be grumpy though giggles wasn’t working well for you, “Stop iiiiit!” you whined pathetically, choking back the laughter that threatened to jump free.

Adam planted you back on the ground, a wide smile etching across his face. He shrugged as you folded your arms. His eyes watched you intently and you tried to avoid the intense eye contact he was trying to give you.

“You really don’t need to do that” you said, voice suddenly a little more serious. You dropped your chin, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Do what?” he asked, reaching down to brush a stand of hair behind your ear and cupping your jaw to bring you eyes up to his.

Now it was your turn to shrug, “Compliment me like that, you’re just being overly nice. I don’t need you to do it”

He laughed, “I fucking don’t care kid”

At his words your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he took your shoulders in a firm grasp to make sure you couldn’t squirm away, “I don’t care, you’re perfect to me”

He leant forward and kissed the tip of your nose, you scrunched it a little under the soft press of his pouted lips, “I don’t care one little bit so I’ll remind all the time”

He pulls you into his chest abruptly so that you couldn’t protest and if you did your words would be muffled into his chest so he wouldn’t be able to hear them anyway. Your arms worm their way around his broad waist and you press your face into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. You sighed, letting yourself sink into him.

“Your heart is beating so fast” he chuckled into your hair, pulling you closer by tightening his arms in a bone crushing hug. You could feel it but you were surprised he could.

You prodded him in the side playfully and he groaned, “It’s your fault” you protested, “You’re too cute!”

Leaning back Adam beamed down at you, “I will gladly take that blame”

[00argentsilver00]

Working on a coffee shop romance one shot for my ADCU collection of One shots. Stay tuned

[friendlyneighborhooddolan]

Little Wing

warnings: This story has some descriptive stuff. Age gap (7 years). Sexual and graphic things, alcohol and drug use. Trigger warning for this part: drug and alcohol abuse

pairing: Kylo Ren x reader

summary: In which one gets a live concert

word count: 1.8K

Masterlist

The new masterlist link – it's a masterlist just for this fic. It includes a bit of a summary for the next part and it also has links for spotify playlists – one for Kylo, one for Angel, one for the whole fic.

Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Chapter eight

A few days have passed, and Kylo didn’t hear from Y/N. He started to worry, but one evening his phone notified him of a message from the girl.

His car read it out slowly.

“Are you home”

no.

be there in ten.

“Okay see you then”

Kylo was confused, but he hit the gas pedal. Whatever she needed, it was obviously urgent.

Not even five minutes after he entered his home, Y/N knocked on his door.

“Hi, Kylo,” she greeted him, a polite smile drawn on her face.

“Darling, come in.” Kylo gestured towards the inside of his home, and Y/N tried not to blush at the new nickname. No, she’s here for a reason.

They were sitting on the bench in his backyard, drinking her favorite soda and looking at the sunset. It was warm outside, and Kylo wanted to swim most of all – but he stayed, wanting to be close to her. 

“You needed to talk?”  He broke the silence, drinking from the bottle. 

The girl played with the straw he put in her drink. She looked at him, studying his face.

“Your freckles look like cocoa powder,” she blurted out, her words coming out of her mouth before she registered them in her mind.

Kylo laughed, “Why, thank you,” he replied.

“Your nails look like celery. It’s the perfect color match.”

“Did them today.” She looked down at her hands that were holding the bottle. They were indeed the shade of green that really fucking looked like celery. 

He did really analyze every single thing on everyone. He always saw the little details she never could. She inhaled softly.

“Kylo, we need to talk.”

Kylo nodded, knowing this conversation could go two ways, and he was nervous, so he just said: “Yes?”

“We would be better off as friends,” she muttered out, and it took Kylo a few seconds to register those words. 

Y/N was still learning how to be a grown-up. She pays her bills, does her own laundry, cooks her own dinner. Tries not to cry at her own words. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her while putting the glass bottle on the bench.

“What?”

“Kylo, I–” She didn’t really know what to say, “Don’t look at me like that.” tumbled on Kylo instead.

“A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel,” he answered. He looked at her again. He didn’t look mad and it reminded her of those times when her mother would look at her all disappointed when she was a child.

“Did you just quote Dostoevsky?” She was exasperated. How was she cruel? Kylo created his own world in his imagination where, magically, they would live together, forever. It wasn’t like that. Kylo should have known better. 

“So it meant nothing to you? The kiss, the letter? I– I don’t know what to say.” Kylo’s eyes fell upon his hands.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, “ Of course it meant something, Kylo. It means something. I just– I am focusing on my education. I can’t really be with a man who does something you do for a living, y’know? And the fact that my father–”

“So this is what it’s about? Your father again? I thought you have forgiven me, Y/N,” Kylo boomed, an ironic laugh coming after his words. He looked like he was about to cry. 

“I never said I have forgiven you, Kylo! My father is still dead!” The girl stood up abruptly. Kylo stayed put.

“So, look me in the eyes. Tell me you never thought of me like I think of you. Tell me I meant nothing to you. Tell me this was a lie,” his words sounded harsher than intended, but the girl still turned her back to him, keeping quiet.

He laughed bitterly while looking at her walking away.

That evening, Kylo felt particularly self-destructive, so when Cardo invited the man out, he accepted. 

It was fun. Kylo had fun for the first time in a while, and after the whiskey came snow and after them came whiskey and Kylo finally let himself relax, dancing the pain away. He forgot about her. But when a woman threw herself at him, he almost felt disgusted. 

“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” He boomed over the loud music. 

“Your dream,” the woman replied softly, and Kylo’s face showed disgust.

“Ma’am, respectfully, get the fuck off of me,” he replied, almost pushing the woman away. She looked annoyed, realizing the man she wanted was not in the mood. 

“Fuck you, Kylo Ren,” she spat, straightening her dress.

“You wish, miss,” he replied with a smirk.

At four in the morning, Kylo Ren was dropped off in front of his house, Cardo not letting him drive under influence. He stumbled, laughing at nothing really, and he found himself under Y/N’s window.

– 

What the fuck, or rather, who, was making this much noise? 

She heard her name being called, followed by a few nicknames, as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

The girl laughed, going to the window to see Kylo Ren, drunk, calling her name for, what, the sixth time?

“Angel, please,” he slurred, yelling a bit, “Angel, open the door.”

Y/N ignored him, not wanting him to notice she’s awake now. Kylo couldn’t see her standing on the window, the darkness of the room hiding his girl.

“I’ll start singing, Y/N. Be prepared, baby, I’m gonna win you back!”

The girl chuckled softly, her heart constricting a bit in need to help him. She didn’t dare to move.

“Well she’s walking through the clouds,” he started, and her heart fluttered again. She hummed along to the melody, “Through the clouds, with a circus mind that’s running wild.”

He was off key, but it still warmed her heart. 

Kylo sang again, and then he really started dancing in front of Y/N’s window. The girl full on laughed. He sang the guitar solo, and she knew the melody by heart. She really wanted to flung the window open, to tell him it’s okay, they’ll talk tomorrow, he’ll wake the whole neighborhood, everyone’s gonna be pissed.

The light on the ground floor flooded her vision, and the girl cringed because Kylo just woke up Jade, and Jade gets really pissy when someone wakes her up if they have classes in a few hours.

“This song is not for you ma’am. It’s for my girl,” he boomed, interrupting his own concert. Y/N snickered when she heard Jade opening the window and calling him names, laughed when he flipped her off. 

This version of Kylo wasn’t expected, but something about it was so endearing. He was acting like a child, and she really wanted to go downstairs and kiss him breathless now.

He looked up at her window, sending a kiss, and stumbling back with a peace sign, his left hand up in the air, singing the lyrics to the song again.

Oh, Kylo, what are you doing?

She went back to sleep, smiling and – did she really feel butterflies now?

If you don’t know where you’re going, grab a compass and hold it to a magnet, watch the needle spin in circles.

Here is a truth about the universe: your GPS is not infallible and once or twice it will tell you to drive into a lake instead of your grandparents’ house. You are intelligent enough not to be the first four minutes of a horror movie and drive down that creepy road that looks like it could out-creep Candyman.

Here is a truth about the universe: your parents have no idea what the fuck they are doing and they’re basically just trying to get by with their children in one piece. For proof, ask your mother to drive you to your best friend’s house and smile when she asks you where is it again? even though she’s been there a little bit over a hundred times.

Here is a truth about the universe: we all take a wrong turn sometimes – we go left when we’re supposed to go right and it ends up being the best choice we ever made in our life. Maybe you’ll meet a crazy man with cool sneakers preaching about our environment, and maybe someone ends up dead.

Will the people forgive you for taking a wrong turn?

[tropicalchiaa]

Love in the Air

Flip Zimmerman X Reader

I can’t find the person who made this current user name but their old one is there if that helps

The Beginning of Something Great

Okay, while there was still segregation and racism, LET’S IGNORE IT BECAUSE THIS IS CUTE. 

You have known Flip since schoolyard days. Your dad had gotten a promotion which made your family have to pack up from your home in Louisiana and move to the cold, land-locked Colorado. On top to make adjusting even harder you were the only black family in a middle-class white area, talk about alienation. You remember your first meeting like it was yesterday.  As you were sitting eating your lunch alone, plotting how to get back to your friends and seafood boils, a scrawny boy with long black hair sits down next to you.

 “Hi! My name is Philip, but most people call me Flip.”  He says, starting to get his lunch out too. “Hi, my name is Y/N,” you say, confused as to why he is here. Catching on he says “Well I was new last year, and I know how hard it is to make friends. Plus, I liked your hairstyle, it is very cute.” He turns a bit red as he finishes his statement. Warmth creeping on your face you whisper a small thank you as you continue to eat.

 “So where are you from, you sound funny.” He asks, trying to get you to open up more. “Louisiana and you sound funny too. Where are you from?” You say, slowly getting more comfortable. “Montana, we moved down here to be closer to my grandparents.” He says with a mouth full of food. Seeing this you say, “You shouldn’t talk with food in your mouth, it is not proper etiquette.” Slightly chastising him. But all he did was laugh and plaster on a smile you would grow to love more and more.

As that memory slowly fades away you are brought back to reality as a slight breeze hits you while you are sitting outside getting away from your buzzing engagement party. And as if he could hear your thoughts about him, Flip steps out of the house and comes to sit next to you on the porch swing. “Hello future wife,” He says with that same goofy smile you have loved for years. “Hello future husband,” you say scooting closer to him.

“What are you doing out here Mrs. Zimmerman?” he playfully questions with his detective's face on. “Just thinking about the first time we met. I mean who would have thought we would end up here?” You say looking up at Flip with adoration. Wrapping his arms around you he begins, “Honestly, I was hoping the new girl with the hair puffs bigger than her head would stay in my life forever when I first saw you. I guess I have been pretty lucky since I still have you around.” He says pulling you into a loving kiss.

“What! You have never told me this,” you pull back and look at him. “Well it is something I cherish daily; I love you more than you will ever know and until the day I die I will show you that love.” He says while kissing you again. As if he couldn't get sweeter he says things like this; you think to yourself. 

Laying your head on his chest you question, “Remember when Bobby told you at football practice that he wanted to ask me to the junior high dance, and you were not about to let that happen. So, you ran all the way to my house after practice and asked me smelling like a dirty gym sock?” You recount, thinking about one of the many ridiculous things he had done.

 “Hey! I couldn't let Brainy Bobby ruin what I had been planning for months. And do not forget I formally asked you soon after with those nasty spicy candies you like for some reason." He says in defense, poking your side playfully. “Uhuh, I will not sit here and listen to you disrespect Hot Tamales.” You say getting up from the swing dramatically. Barely getting stable on your feet, he pulls you into his lap, “Okay, I am sorry for criticizing your weird taste in candy.” He says through a fit of laughs.

And as he calms down, he turns more serious. “In all honesty, I cannot wait to have you as my wife Y/N. For so many years it was deemed wrong for us to be together. And although it is still going to be uncomfortable, we can freely love each other and that is all I have ever wanted.” He says staring at you with all the love in his heart. Pulling him close you whisper, “I love you future husband,” and he replies “I love you future wife.” 

I hope this was enjoyable! Had fun making it, who knows maybe I’ll add to it every so often❤️

[corens0ups]

Intimacy with Commander Mills (NSFW alphabet drabble)

anonymous: I’d love to know I from the NSFW alphabet for Mills please 💛

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

warnings. SMUT (18+), fluffy/soft smut, pretty much just descriptions of sex [oral sex (f recieving), unprotected p in v sex]

word count: 375

written as part of my welcome back celebration // nsfw alphabet template

He tries his best, but Mills isn’t a natural romantic. His idea of romance is having sex in an actual bed and not, well, wherever you two can get a quickie in. Usually the cockpit of whatever ship he’s flying. 

Everything in his life is fast-paced, he’s constantly going going going, so it’s hard to get him to slow down sometimes. But when you do manage to get him for a prolonged period of time...it’s usually pretty incredible.

Mills doesn’t always show it, but he’s pretty in-tune with his emotions, which makes for some amazing intimate sex. He really takes his time with you, kissing what feels like every bit of your skin, making sure to let you know how much he wants you. He pays special attention to the parts of your body that you like to be touched the most, caressing them with his calloused hands, lips, tongue and teeth. 

Once he’s done with that, he usually manages to find his way between your legs, expressing his passion and desire for you with his mouth. You never have to ask him to do it, he just does it.

Soon enough, after a mind-melting orgasm, he’s more than eager to be inside you. He’s the perfect size for you, long but not too long, and oh so thick. It almost feels like he’s meant for you, like a key is made for a particular lock. His noises are always quiet but gruff, which turns you on more than you would ever care to admit. You turn your attention to worshipping him however you can, and you know that his favorite things are neck kisses and some tugs on his hair. 

As soon as you start doing those things, he’s putty in your hands, losing the rhythm of his hips as he loses himself in pleasure. After a little while, he’s finally ready to let go, kissing you desperately as he empties deep inside of you.

Sometimes you can’t help wondering if he forgets all the things that make you tick since you two go so long without having anything but quickies, but then each and every time you two have more time together, he manages to remind you.

Over and over and over again.

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general taglist: @mrs-zimmerman

mills taglist: @safarigirlsp @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies​

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