Palaye Royale One-Shots

Plastic Wrap(R. L.)

"Ow. Ow. Fuck, Y/N be careful! That fucking hurts." Remington hissed. You pursed your lips and kept wrapping plastic wrap around his middle.
"It's not my fault you got to caught up in the moment to realize that beam wouldn't hold you."
"Ouch." He pouted, but you ignored him. You were wrapping plastic wrap around his middle, to cover the gauze and medical tape covering the gash on his ribs, so that he could take a shower. "Ow! Seriously that's really tight." You sighed.
"Well can you just be a man about it until after your shower and then I'll cut it off? I'm almost done now."
"Fine."
"Thank you." You looked up at him from position on your knees and smiled at his cute little pout and big brown eyes. "Who told you you could be so cute?" He smiled and his cheeks went a bit pink.
"No one."
"Is this some weird kinky thing I don't wanna know about?" Emerson asked as he walked into the bus. Remington laughed and rested his hand on top of your head as you finished wrapping the plastic wrap around him.
"No! Emerson, ew!" You exclaimed, sinking down so you were sitting on your feet. He laughed.
"Don't lie to him, babe, we both know you think this," he gestured at the plastic wrap, "is sexy as hell." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed and rested your head against Remington's thigh. You looked up at him and smiled.
"You're lucky I love you."
"Fuck yeah I am." You pushed yourself up into a standing position. "Thank you."
"Yeah, Yeah. You're really cute. Could you move please? I'd like to find something to eat." Emerson said. You rolled your eyes, but tugged Remington down toward the bunks. Then you pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes and gave him a kiss.
"Go get showered. You smell."
"That's not very nice." He pouted again and you gave him another kiss.
"But very true. Now go! No more kisses till you're clean!" You gently pushed him in the direction of the shower.

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You smiled when you heard the shower turn off. Steam poured out of the bathroom as Remington walked out. He was dressed in black track pants, with red socks and no shirt.
"Cut it. Please!" He put his arms in the air and gave you a cheesy grin. You smiled and rolled your eyes as you stood and grabbed the scissors.
"Don't move. I don't want to give you another cut." He held still while you cut the plastic wrap.
"Thank you! I can breathe again!" He laughed and hugged you.
"You're welcome you dork."
"You love me."
"I do." You hugged him again and inhaled. He smelled like a combination of your mango shampoo and his deodorant. "Did you use my shampoo?"
"No. Of course not! How dare you insinuate such a thing." He grinned and stuck his tongue out. "Okay yes I did. It smells nice and reminds me of you." You smiled.
"It's a good thing you're cute."
"Mmm. Not as cute as you." He places his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him.
"Well that's debatable."
"Mm. I don't think so." He leaned down and gave you a kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, momentarily forgetting about his injury, and pushed yourself onto your tiptoes. He winced and pulled back a bit.
"Oh fuck! I'm sorry, baby." You took your hands off him and backed up.
"Hey, come back here." He grabbed your arm and pulled you back, "It's okay." He smiled softly, "the pain is worth it."
"You're such a cheese ball."
"You love it." He kissed you again before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck onto your shoulder.
"Rem, not here." You hissed. He smiled and nodded and wrapped his arms around you. You rested your head on his chest. He started humming and the two of you swayed gently. You loved these little moments when it was just the two of you in your own little world. You looked up and met his eyes.
"What?" He asked.
"You are so fucking cute it should be illegal." He blushed and shook his head. "Yes you are. It's a fact. I swear." He shook his head again, face still pink. "No arguing." You hugged him and he hissed in pain.
"I'm sorry!" You pulled away from him again.
"I already told you, the pain is worth it."
"And I'm pretty sure I called you a cheese ball."
"Sounds familiar." You got lost in his gorgeous brown eyes.
"You like the living embodiment of cuteness."
"Would you stop it!" You giggled.
"I love when you get all flustered and embarrassed. It's so cute!"
"I'm starting to think you might be just another crazy fan girl."
"It's not my fault you're so cute."
"It's not mine either."
"Then whose fault is it?" He shrugged.
"Dunno. How 'bout you give me a kiss and we decided whose fault it is later?"
"Sounds like a plan." He leaned down and gave you a kiss, both of you smiled. You put your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too, Remington." Emerson said in a bad imitation of your voice while sticking his head out of his bunk.
"Shut up." Remington put his hand on Emerson's face and pushed him back into the bunk. Emerson laughed.
"Way to ruin the moment, Emerson." You laughed and leaned against Remington.
"That was the plan, Y/N." Remington rolled his eyes and gently trailed his hand up your back.
"I love you, Remington." You said in the same voice Emerson had used.
"Weirdo."
"But I'm your weirdo."
"Oh. Well in that case." He leaned down and kissed you again. "I hope you're always my weirdo."
"Me too."

I don't even know what this is. Enjoy. Or not. Whatever.

Avery L.