#and then im gonna put stuff away from my counters. both kitchen and bathroom

[orcelito]

Happier plant window

Hopefully a small plant knockover won't be as disastrous as a large plant knockover

[butterflyyeo]

jealous

pairing — han jisung x reader

genre — angst (?)

tw — slightly suggestive (?)

wc — 3035

a/n — yall idk wtf this is im trying my best to get better at writing angsty (???) stuff so im really sorry if this is absolute trash T^T. feedback is appreciated !!

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you hadn't seen your brother, chan, for a long time, six months to be exact and of course you missed him dearly. when he called to tell you that he was coming home for a while you nearly cried of joy, however, the happiness faded when he mentioned that he'd be bringing his band mates, that meant changbin... and han jisung.

it wasn't exactly a secret that you didn't get along with jisung, and you never knew why. he always just irked you a bit, and on purpose too. it was constant bickering between the two of you, fortunately, chan and changbin had learnt to tolerate it. speaking of changbin, you actually quite liked him and he was rather fond of you too. chan knew this, in fact, chan saw all the underlying tension between you and the rest of 3racha. he was thankful that he was your brother, but he didn't have to intervene, he was fully aware that you could handle these things on your own. unless of course you asked for help, and in that case, he would go to war for you.

a sturdy knock hit the door a few times and you ran to the door, unlocking it.

"channie!!" you leaped onto him and hugged him tightly. he dropped his bags down to the floor just so he could hug you back. "i've missed you so much!" you said as you hopped down and picked up both of his bags.

he grinned, "i've missed you too, y/n."

your smile dropped almost instantly as you saw jisung leaning against the doorway, a smirk across his face that just made you want to slap him. faking a smile, you greeted changbin, "hey changbin! good to see you." he gave you a sincere nod and smile before picking up his suitcase. "now chan, shall i put these in the guest room?" you asked, chan was already going through the fridge, looking for food.

"mm." he mumbled. you took it as a yes and heaved his bags to the guest room, dumping them beside the bed. as you turned around to help changbin with his luggage, someone blocked your way.

"you didn't say hello to me?" jisung questioned, though, it sounded more like a statement.

huffing, you responded, "why would i?"

"because you love me," he said as he leaned in close. "and you missed me."

"you must be confused." you shrugged and pushed past him. that was too close for comfort. you thought as you walked out and picked up changbin's last bag.

"hey y/n," chan began, "what's for dinner?"

you sighed, "i'm gonna have to go shopping chan, i don't have enough food for all of you." you went to put your shoes on and a jacket too, since it was getting late and more chilly outside. "who wants to chauffeur me to the grocery store?" you joked.

"anything for you, my love." jisung said teasingly as he held his hand out to you.

"uh, i'd rather not." you swatted his hand away. "c'mon changbin, let's go!" you said while dragging changbin up from the sofa. he groaned, but honestly he didn't mind so much. he was just being a big baby.

the car trip was short and quiet, mainly because changbin was tired from all the travelling they had done to get to your house. plus, their schedule has been so full lately, they were lucky to have this time off.

wandering through isles, you began picking up ingredients and placing them intro a trolley.

"you really missed us?" changbin began, "me and chan of course..." he trailed off but a playful smile tugged at his lips.

"of course i am! jisung on the other hand..." you rolled your eyes, pushing the trolley along.

he chucked, "you really still hate each other? after all these years?"

you huffed, a little too obnoxiously, "yes. i do still hate him. and i'm sure he despises me too. i don't even know what it is... it's just... the way he treats me. he acts like he deserves my friendship, which he doesn't. it's something you earn."

"remind me to never piss you off." changbin laughed as he put a bag of chips in the trolley.

once you had everything you needed you put it through the register, changbin insisted he paid, since you were letting the three of them live with you.

shortly after you arrived home, you began cooking. while he wasn't the best, changbin offered to help as best he could. you actually thought it was really sweet. he passed you utensils, condiments and he even set the table.

meanwhile, chan was fast asleep in the guest room and jisung was showering in the provided ensuite. you turned to changbin and high fived him, "we're all done! i should wake up chan. you can start eating if you want." proud of his efforts, changbin sat down and began to eat.

gently pressing the door open to the guest room, you whispered, "chan? dinner is ready." you walked over to him and was about to softly shake him when jisung walked out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist. his tousled wet hair dripped little drops of water down his chest and it was rather overwhelming to see him so exposed.

contrary to your thoughts, he couldn't care less, he enjoyed watching the way you panicked and blushed heavily. if this is what it takes. he thought.

"oh! um, jisung. i'm so sorry, i was just coming to tell chan that dinner is ready, i should've knocked or-" you blurted out in a quiet voice, weary of chan waking up.

jisung let out a low chuckle, "it's fine, y/n. i'll wake him up once i've dressed."

"thanks," you said as you went to leave, "wait... no snarky comment?" you puzzled.

he said nothing, just winked at you as you closed the door.

you joined changbin at the dinner table, sitting across from him. "how's the food?" you asked as you took a bite for yourself.

"y/n it's amazing! you're seriously a great cook. man, i wish i was this good." he said as he took a small bite of the spaghetti you had prepared.

at that moment, chan dawdled out the door and jisung closely behind. they joined you at the table and also began eating.

"don't worry about it binnie, i can teach you to cook, years of living on my own without chan seems to have payed off a bit." you joked.

"binnie?" jisung questioned the nickname you had given to changbin, whilst changbin sat there furiously blushing. he tried to hide it by lowering his head but that honestly seemed it give it away more.

"sounds cute." you shrugged, not thinking much of it.

chan cleared his throat, "okay so here's the plan for tomorrow," he began, taking another bite of spaghetti, "changbin and i have to go talk to JYP about an upcoming show we are doing, so we could be gone all day with that. there's lots to plan."

"wait a second, why am i not going? i'm apart of 3racha too." jisung stated.

changbin replied, "did you get the email from him?"

jisung shook his head, "well, no but-"

"then you're not coming." changbin grinned cheekily, knowing this upset jisung.

when everyone had finished with their meal, changbin stood up and collected all the dirty dishes, only to begin washing them in the sink. you quickly tried to stop him, "oh, changbin! don't worry i can do that." you said as you tried to take over, but he refused.

"no. you won't. dinner was great! you've done enough for today, if we are gonna be living here for the next few weeks then i might as well be of some use." he smiled at you before nodding to the tv, signalling for you to relax.

tired as ever, chan come over and kissed your head goodnight before going back to sleep. by now it was nearly 10pm, you had a late dinner but that was because they arrived later than expected.

you sat down on the sofa and began browsing movies. you decided to watch your favourite, even though you've seen it a million times. once he was finished with the dishes, changbin joined you on the sofa to watch the movie, you quickly filled him in on all the little details of the plot.

jisung was still sitting at the dinner table, scrolling through his phone, he was contemplating coming to join the two of you in watching the movie, but decided against it when he saw changbin put his arm around you. rolling his eyes and scoffing a little too loud, jisung stood up and went to the guest room he was sharing with chan. he tried his best not to slam the door but somehow that didn't happen.

"huh, wonder what's up with him?" changbin asked, looking at the door wide eyed. "i'll go check, sorry, i'll be back in a sec." he followed jisung into the guest room, you heard changbin quietly ask if he was okay.

what started as a whispered discussion soon became a hushed argument, you were worried that soon they would start yelling at each other. luckily chan was a deep sleeper, he also slept with earphones in, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't hear any of it.

the minutes passed and their quarreling continued, you debated going in there to try and make some peace but you decided against it, this seemed to be something personal between the two of them. instead, you switched off the tv and the lights, and went got ready for bed. as you were about to close your eyes you heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door opening and closing. whoever it was, you knew they could take care of themselves, they were both adults and probably just needed some space.

when you woke up, it was around 7am. you quickly threw a hoodie on over your shirt, feeling a bit cold and walked into the living space to see changbin, sleeping softly on the sofa. it only just occurred to you that there wasn't enough beds for all of you in your current living situation.

you gently peeked into chan's room to see him sprawled out, sleeping a deep sleep. you smiled to yourself, knowing that he got all the sleep he deserved. the empty bed in the room didn't go unnoticed however.

it was jisung who left last night. and he didn't seem to be back yet.

slightly worried, you decided to cook up some bacon and eggs for when the boys woke up.

"morning y/n." you turned around to see changbin leaning against the kitchen counter.

you smiled, "morning! sorry if i woke you up, i'm just making some breakfast, you've probably got time to shower if you want to before you eat."

"serious? man, what did we do to deserve you?" changbin said looking at you sincerely.

you laughed lightly, "nothing, now go! and please wake chan up when you get out."

he just chuckled as he walked away and closed the guest room door behind him. you wondered if you should make enough breakfast for jisung, would he be back soon? if he wasn't, he could just re-heat it, you thought.

the last few pieces of bacon finished cooking so you begin buttering the toast, you made a lot knowing that chan has a big appetite and there was a good chance they wouldn't have time to eat today. your train of thought was interrupted once again by changbin.

"anything i can do to help?" he asked, he was dressed quite smartly, but you understood as he was going to console with JYP himself.

"nope! i'm just about done, plus, you wouldn't want to dirty your clothes," you said as you began serving breakfast.

"ah okay, i woke chan up, he wanted to have a shower so he shouldn't be too much longer." he said, "can i?" he asked, pointing to one of the cups of steaming hot coffee you set on the counter.

"of course!" you said. a question burned in the back of your mind and you wondered if you should ask or not. "uh, changbin..." you began.

changbin knew exactly what you were about to say, "he's okay, y/n. he just wanted some space." his eyes stared at the wall blankly. there was more to this than needing space.

"so.. why was he upset then? you guys had a pretty heated argument.."

changbin's eyes met yours, "i'm sorry you had to hear that." he took a sip of coffee, "we just had a bit of a disagreement, it happens all the time... you see, the thing is-"

"good morning to my favourite people!" chan said as he waltzed out of the guest room, also looking rather sharp.

you and changbin smiled at his enthusiasm, "morning!" the two of you chimed back.

"breakfast made? hot coffee? you seriously are the best sister in the world! it's like we're staying at a five star hotel." chan said picking up a mug of coffee.

you laughed, "i'm your only sister."

he shrugged, "still the best," he took a sip and hummed, looking around the room, "hey, where's jisung?"

"i don't know. i heard him leave last night." you said, placing two plates of food at the dinner table.

chan sent a red hot glare at changbin, knowing exactly why jisung would've stormed out. changbin looked away sheepishly.

"okay, well, breakfast is ready! eat up, you guys have a busy day." you said sitting down in front of a plate.

chan and changbin began discussing things for later with JYP, while you just sat their mindlessly eating your breakfast. you still couldn't help but wonder where jisung had went, and why he wasn't back yet.

you had completely zoned out and was just picking at the scraps of your plate when chan spoke, "well that was seriously great y/n! what a good way to start the day."

you smiled at your brother, "ah, it's the least i can do, maybe you could ask JYP if you can dedicate a song to me in return."

the three of you laughed and you began to clear up the plates while the boys finished getting ready. shortly after, they said their goodbyes and closed the front door behind them. although the door muffled his voice, you heard chan say to changbin, "you seriously fought over that again?"

you sighed to yourself, what were you going to do all day? you decided to finish cleaning up and have a shower.

you let the water run until it was warm before stepping in, you had to remember to be mindful because you often got carried away and distracted in the shower and lost track of time.

which is, exactly what happened, before you knew it you had been half an hour. shit, you thought. as you wrapped a towel around your body, you remembered jisung and how you saw a little too much of him after he showered. you blushed furiously just remembering it. that's when you realised that your feelings for changbin were just a deflection of the feelings you have for jisung. you're ridiculous, you thought. he hates you, despises you, enjoys making fun of you. you quickly ruled out the possibility of him ever returning the feeling and finished dressing.

you spent the day multitasking some of your studies while watching movie after movie, trying to be somewhat productive. your stomach suddenly growled and you checked the time, "must be time for lun-" you said aloud, "oh, it's 5pm." you laughed at your silly sense of time and how you had got carried away all day. but you soon frowned, 5pm and jisung still wasn't back?

since the boys weren't home you made yourself a light meal and sat at the dinner table alone, listening to some background music. it was actually quite relaxing. the evening golden sun shone through the window as you finished eating. you quickly began washing up your plate, when you heard the door creak open.

"oh, chan you're home! i just finished eating, but i can make something for you and changbin just give me a min-" but when you turned around to greet them, it wasn't chan or changbin. it was jisung. "jisung."

"are you gonna admit that you missed me this time? or do i have to leave for longer?" he smirked but you just sighed in relief. you hated to confess that you worried you wouldn't hear his stupid comments for a long while.

you spoke quietly, "of course i missed you. i was worried sick."

"oh? worried now?" he toyed.

"yes, worried! i heard you arguing with changbin and then you left!" you exclaimed.

his face turned away at the mention of changbin's name, "well sometimes changbin and i argue, it's normal."

you scoffed, "that's what he said."

"he told you?" jisung asked.

"no, he didn't tell me what you fought about, but it would seem that it isn't the first time because i heard chan scolding him after they left this morning." you admitted.

"they're not back?"

you shook your head, "nope," jisung looked away, "look, i just had dinner but is there anything you want?"

"yeah." he began.

"what would you like?" you asked.

"you." jisung said bluntly, catching you off guard. "and changbin wants you too."

it all made sense now. "oh, i, i see.." you said, quite taken aback. "jisung, it could ruin everything, we'd be playing with fire."

"i don't care, y/n." he said taking a few steps closer.

"but, chan is my brother." you said.

"he's my best friend." jisung countered, coming closer again.

"what about changbin?" you asked.

"he's also my best friend." at this point, jisung was standing face to face with you.

"hang on a second," you took a step back, hitting the counter, "i don't owe you anything." you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips.

he smirked, "but i owe you everything."

[bitchiha]

Kakashi and/or Yamato NSFW headcannons? I high key love ur blog btw 🥺✨❤

A/N: UHM YES LETS DOOOO THIS I LOVE YOU BTW AND THANK YOU!! <3 Yamato and Kakashi are like.. my favs. So thank you. I wrote for both of them!

Another side note: I decided to post some requests b4 my angsts bc Im almost done them and I can't neglect them anymore. I am the worlds biggest procrastinator, but I am trying my best.

✎ NSFW (Yamato, Kakashi)

Kakashi

I mentioned this before but both him and Yamato are touch starved. The only difference is that Kakashi needs it more. Like Yamato can control himself a little bit at least, but not Kakashi. Like if he’s gone on a mission longer than 3 days Kakashi is losing his mind.

Best horny Kakashi is horny Kakashi after reading his nasty books. Hands down. Man, it just gets him so worked up because he’s not imagining the characters in the books. Noooo. He’s imagining you and him.

Once when he was reading Icha Icha in bed he was reading a particularly nasty chapter I hope you know where this is going... Once the chapter was done he put the book down and looked over at you like all sly and shit. All the sudden he’s like “come sit on my face.” And the way he says it is so like.. idk how to describe it, but it’s like sly and cocky and curious all at once.

First time you ever sat on his face and it was the closest thing that you’ve ever gotten to heaven girl. Like you were seeing stars.

He’s into anything and everything tbh. Wants to try everything he reads in Icha Icha for himself. Which is amazing bc there’s always something new he wants to try. Everytime.

Loves pet names. Definitely calls you a whole dictionary full of them and they vary depending on what you two are doing exactly.

He likes giving oral a lot tbh. Like a lot a lot. It’s probably bc he knows he’s so damn good at it lmfoaoaoao. He’s read this stuff a hundred times over in his books, so he knows how his tongue should be moving and all that good stuff. Wants you to sit on his face all the time bc he likes how good it makes you feel. Also, likes when you are vocal.

Likes lingerie but he will have it off you in 0.5 seconds so he can drill your shit tbh. You’d have to swat his hands away from trying to peel them off, but you can’t keep them away for more than 5 minutes.

Such a tease. He won’t admit it, but he actually likes making you cry when you're getting it on lol. Just a little. It makes him feel like he’s living out a scene in one of his books and it makes him so much hornier. Like he’s probably denied you 10 times now and so you’re just a mess and he gets so carried away. But when he finally gives in it’s the best dick ever. Bye lol.

Will want to do sooo much nasty things in public. He’d actually be good at hiding what the two of you are doing though, for the most part. I don’t think he’d do anything super crazy though. Mostly things that work you up to get prepared for when you two go home.

Has definitely done it with you in a public washroom. Clamped his hand on your mouth so you wouldn’t get caught and girl he rocked your shit good.

Kakashi is both an ass and tits guy, but you know what he likes better? Thighs. Loves having them wrapped around him, straddling him, lol likes his face being between them and anywhere he can grip them tbh. Like even in public he’ll have a hand somehow on your thigh 24/7. Doesn’t matter if their chubby, small, whatever. He. loves. them. Also loves hips.

Doesn’t mind if you ever wanna take the lead. Go down on him after he comes back from a mission. Shower w him, take a bath with him, literally just do it. But take care of him good. He will repay you later.

I don’t think he’s loud. Probably likes giving you validation a lot, but you’ll only get some noises out of him. That doesn’t mean he isn’t enjoying himself bc he is, my goooosh he is.

However, after missions he’s just too tired to stop himself and he will get a lottt more vocal. Plus it’s his tired voice so it’s 10x more attractive. Lots of Groans.

So like I said, he may not be loud but look at his face. You can tell he’s enjoying himself by his facial expression. Like if his eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is open slightly you are making him see stars. Or if he’s really focused and intent, that’s when he is doing something he just read about in one of his books and boy is he enjoying it. Orrr if hes got a cocky smirk that’s when you know he’s gonna tease the life out of you.

Has dealt with Naruto, Sakura, Sai and Sasukes attitude problems all day. So if you wanna try and give him some at home he will lack the patience. Will be so rough and you’ll like it, but it will hurt to sit down for a few days.

Has 0 self control if you wear skirts or dresses. Like he just wants to put his hands under it. You look so pretty in them too and he can’t stop staring. Has definitely left your skirt / dress on when he’s fucking you at least once.

CEO of making you blush. Gets you flustered all the time. He literally can never get enough of you. Sometimes you’ll just catch him giving you that stare. Or just like checking you out and you’re like: Kakashi we are in the middle of the village control yourself.

You really can’t get him to be jealous. You’ve tried everything and anything but he never gets riled up. He can make you jealous, but he doesn’t do it a lot. I think the only time you can really get him worked up like that is if you unintentionally make him jealous. If he knows you’re trying to, he won’t let it work. But if you don’t know it makes him so flustered. Like if you tell him you’re going on a 4 day mission with Yamato. He’ll be pissed lol. Why the fuck didn’t Lady Tsunade tell you two to go together?? Why you and tree boy?

Then all the sudden he’s making out with you in the middle of your kitchen. Muttering under his breath about how unfair that is. Like this man is gonna have to sit here for 4 days by himself while you’re out on a mission with Yamato?? Frustrated sex lol. Also will definitely leave hickeys. Have fun covering them up on your stupid 4 day mission with yAmATo. <3

Another thing; you’ve done it on every surface possible in your apartment. The kitchen table, the bathroom counter, the shower, every gosh darn wall. Probably even on a chair at your dinner table... What can I say. HES WHORE KNEE

Yamato

You will definitely be eachother’s first times. If you’re with him you’re with him for the long run. He isn’t gonna give himself to anyone like that. Nope, you’ll know you’re stuck with him once he starts to get intimate.

That being said, I don’t know why but I don’t think he’d be very self conscious about himself tbh. Like he’s touch starved as fuck already and so inexperienced so like.. now that he’s experiencing physical contact like he’s never had before my guy is short circuiting. Any touch from you feels wayyy to good for him and he could care a less about anything else when he gets going.

Also, he’s kinda loud - like not the type to scream lol but I mean like .. if you’re making him feel good (literally anything you do makes him feel good tbh), then you will know. Looots of groaning and grunts. Omggg and if he needs to keep really quiet he will probably muffle his moans by burying his face in your neck or tits lol.

I don’t think he’s the type to dirty talk too much or degrade at all. The only time he will really get into dirty talk, being rough and maybe some degrading is if you make him jealous. It only works if you use Kakashi for it and my god you’re asking for trouble if you do

Say something like “wow Kakashi you’re really strong,” or laugh at all his jokes and Yamato will seethe quietly. You’ve got to keep that up for a while to get him super worked up and when you do.. HE WILL DEFINITELY GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT.

When you get home he drilllls your ass girl. Like you’re all teary eyed because he’s been denying your orgasms and now he’s drilling you into the mattress oml. You’re like begging him and sobbing and he’s so fucking mad lol like he doesn’t care

“Stop crying. You thought everything Kakashi said was just so funny tonight, so go ahead and laugh, laugh like how you were laughing with him. Not so funny now is it?” “Think he can make you feel like this? Didn’t think so.”

Will feel so bad in the morning. Like he’ll actually feel so bad. Will make up for it in any way you ask him too. You liked it though and you riled him up on purpose, you won’t tell him though. You 1000/10 do it again. Kisses you all over to make up for it.

Everytime you do, you can’t look Kakashi in the eye for a good week bc you’ll only think of Yamato drilling your ass.

Praise kink 10/10. He will probably be so depressed and will lowkey cry if you degrade him. What he likes is praise. Fucking fuel that mans ego and be a vocal for him too ;) he likes knowing that he’s rocking your shit good.

CALL HIM CAPTAIN like he’s not really into being called sir or daddy or anything like that but my lord.. if you call him Captain.. ugh. It gets him everytime. Also darling too.

Uhm he realllyyy likes when you take care of him after missions. Especially if it’s a long mission or one with Team 7 because that shit stresses him the fuck out. He’ll have so much frustration he’ll need to get out by the time he comes home.

Perch your ass on the couch and wait for him. Bonus if you cooked him food first. Or if you wanna run a shower for him while he eats. He will insist you join him.

Also... He’s not slick at all when he introduces ideas like that, he probably says it bluntly like.. “y/n.. I really want to take a shower with you right now.” and his face would get all red too lol

But after some missions he’s just way too tired to fuck your ass up. This is usually like after most of his missions with Team 7. He will still somehow manage to be horny tho. Like he’s been gone for days and had to deal with moody teenagers the whole time and he would really love if you just sucked his dick rn. That always reallyyy gets him going. Probably will cum fast bc of how good it feels to him tho, but there’s a lot of it y’know. He’d also be loud too. Like too lazy to try and keep it down loud. Lots of groaning.

Like I said, he’s horny as fuck. Literally being around you just turns him on sometimes. Even at home. Like If you wear a tank top with no bra when you’re lounging around, he’s already horny. Short shorts? Hor-fucking-ny!! Sometimes he’ll get embarrassed and hide it from you, but let’s be real you feel the same way about him so it’s fine

Titty guy 100%. I’m sorry but like if you have big tits don’t expect him not to bury his face in them. Always gives them extra attention. Likes when your riding him and their bouncing. Wear Lacey bras, he loves them so much and he will keep them on the whole time so he can just admire it on you.

He doesn’t like the idea of doing anything in sexual in public. He has a reputation to uphold and he is not about to throw it out the window like that no matter how much he wants too. Its frustrating sometimes bc like you could be walking around the village together and he gets a good glimpse of your ass and now he’s thinking some nasty things. Then he’s got a really uncomfortable hard on to hide till you get home.

He gives you splinters by accident sometimes. Like idk how. Especially if youre sucking him off. His hands are gripping your shoulders and you feel a prick on your collarbone and you yelp. He’ll apologize profusely, but he can’t control it when he feels like this so it happens sometimes. You get used to it though. Won’t admit it but he doesnt even try to control it if his dicks down your throat bc.. when you yelp it feels reallyyy good.

I’ve always had a thing for Yamato.. so I kinda went off on this LOOL <3

[riofann]

Rio Random 3

TW: Alcoholism

Part 1    Part 2 

You don’t hear from him for the next month or so. He doesn’t pay you any visits, no calls or texts. Nothing radio silence on his end. You contemplated calling him but what would that do? Nothing! Nothing he could say or do would make you feel any better at the moment. Plus you couldn’t just go back to him with open arms even though you wanted to. There were many levels of betrayal here and a simple I’m sorry wouldn't fix things, it couldn’t.

You were woken up from your sleep on the couch, typical for you these days. You were too afraid to sleep in your bedroom afraid that anything could happen and you being in the back of the house away from the door and windows didn’t make you feel safe. You hear the knock again before sitting up. Slowly you walk down the steps, when you look through the peephole you see Mick getting ready to break in before you open the door. 

"Hey" you say using the door for support

Rio steps into your house before speaking, irritation laced in his tone “What were you doing we were knocking for a long time"

“I was asleep, you could just break in like normal.” Mick steps in after Rio “Hi Mick” 

With a head nod Mick says “Sup”

You close the door and lean your head on it. You were still sozzled. Another thing you picked up after the great revelation. You would drink yourself to sleep every night. 

“You aiight?” Rio asks leaning to the side to look at you “Hmm!” You perk up. For a second you had forgotten he was there, you walk past him, Coconut your dog runs over to Mick who in turn gives her all the pets she wants as they retreat down to the bottom half of your home. You quickly rush over to where you were sleeping and grab the tumbler and drink the remaining liquor before rushing to wash it. Rio doesn't say anything but watches you. 

“Want something to drink?”  You turn to face him, doing your best to not look as drunk as you felt before he can answer you, grab a glass and make the infamous Bourbon on the rocks. “HEY MICK!” “YO!”  you hear him rush up the steps

“If you want food or drinks help yourself,” 

“Cool cool” he retreats back downstairs to watch the game. “Come on Coconut!” You smile

It was cute seeing him with Coconut, a Samoyed, who looked like a teddy bear had come to life with Mick of all people. 

“I was gonna say tequila”

Tequila is your favorite liquor 

You roll your eyes “Please you know you love bourbon it's your girlfriend's favorite drink”

Without speaking he stares at you making you nervous, thinking that he knew you were drunk. You quickly make conversation "to what do i owe this visit?”

“Came to check on you see how you doing, you haven't texted or called”

“You haven't done the same either” you counter

“I am a busy man”

“I have a target on my back”

He looks at you before speaking “We both do”

“Fair enough, we can both do better let's just leave it at that”

He nods in agreement “Just came to check on you”

You look at the clock on the oven “At 1:00AM”

“No better time than the present” he says flashing his infamous smile 

You nod, “I guess” your anxiety was starting to get the best of you again. You were able to pretend so long as he wasn’t around but now it was becoming more difficult by the second. 

“You aiight?” he says as he notices you taking lots of deep breaths “Yea i just need to lay down”

You walk towards the bedroom without even looking back at him, you assume that he planned to spend the night. You hear him walking behind you and you become more panicked. You rush into the bathroom before he reaches the bedroom. 

“Thought you said you were sleeping” he comments noticing your bed was made up 

“Yea on the couch!” you answer from the bathroom

He takes a seat on his side and starts to undress himself getting comfortable in nothing but boxer briefs

You sit on the toilet and do your best to calm down. You reach for the flask in the vanity drawer and  take a few gulps before you put it back in its hiding spot, a few more breathing techniques and you feel calm enough to walk out. He watches you as you walkover to your side of the king sized bed. He always hated it. It was entirely too big for two people let alone one person. 

You avoid all eye contact. If you thought you looked drunk he would definitely pick up on that. 

When you lay your head on the pillow the room feels like it's spinning before the feeling slowly subsides and you feel yourself falling asleep.

“Y/N”

“Hmm?” you hum

“I came to talk to you” normally you would be alert and waiting for him to talk but this time you’re avoiding any type of conversation 

You sigh “Your timing is impeccable!” 

He chuckles he missed you. He missed having to deal with a grumpy you, who didn’t get enough sleep, missed how you were so picky over ice cream, missed how you smelled, how your skin felt under his finger tips, missed your sarcastic mouth that always irritated him

You sit up and move closer to him grabbing a pillow to put on your knees so you could lay your head on it. “Okay i'm listening”

He says nothing but looks at you, 

“My name is Christopher”

For a second you want to thwack him with the pillow. Is this why he came over to tell you his name?! 

When you look up at him there’s a look of vulnerability behind his eyes. You get the sense that he was being truthful

“Okay what do you want me to call you then? Christopher or Rio?” He smiles lazily, he was expecting you to roll your eyes and fuss at him “whatever you want mama” he reaches over and rubs your leg

“I like Rio, maybe i’ll call you Christopher when i'm mad at you”

He chuckles “fair enough,” he clears his throat. “My name is Christopher, people know me as Rio. I am a divorcee to a lady named Rhea and we have a son together named Marcus.” 

You smile at him “nice to meet you Christopher”

“I’m single by the way so you know”

“Why are you doing all of this?”

“I don’t know how things like this go, I’ve never “dated” girls it was always we vibe together cool we together. I’m trying something different, you don't like it?”  You shrug “No its just odd......”

“I meant it when i said i cared about you, Beth and I are a thing of the past only business”

“What did you do break up with her yesterday?”

“More like a month ago” 

“How did she take it?”

“How most women do? Cry got mad at me typical shit”

You nodded “okayyy”

“Im serious Y/N I want to be with you,” 

You didn’t respond but laid down next to him, when you woke up in the morning he was gone. You sigh in relief. You didn’t want to discuss him wanting to be with you in greater detail. As far as you were concerned words meant nothing when it came to him. He always spoke with his actions. Nothing changed besides him revealing his name to you. He was back to being the mysterious person in your life. I guess since he told you the truth there was no need to pretend anymore. No late night calls asking how you were no more frequent pop ups. 

The next time he does show up, he’s nothing but irritated. Standing outside your door for almost 10 minutes knocking, just to break in. When he finally locates you on the couch there's a bottle of tequila beside you, cap half screwed on even Coconut’s excited yipping doesn’t wake you up. 

“Do me a favor find every liquor bottle you can in here and get rid of it” 

Mick nods in agreement before he returns to petting Coconut

You wake up the next morning in bed wondering how you got there the last thing you remember watching was Scandal before blacking out. You hear commotion near your kitchen area, you get scared but hear Rio’s deep voice and relax a bit. You get up and ready to go to work before walking out of the room. 

Without thinking about him you look in the cabinet that housed all the liquor

“It’s not there”

He scared you, you had forgotten he was there, you take a few deep breaths before turning around to face him 

“Where is it?”

“Don’t worry about it”

“Rio” 

“Why you drinkin’?” 

“Why not? As far as we are concerned there’s still drugs in my house right?”

He ran his hand down his chin “I told you I’m taking care of it”

“What does that even mean? You don’t text or call nothing just show up out of nowhere whenever you feel like it. What is the definition of taking care of it, if drugs are still being funneled into my house. You don’t  want me drink? When I can smell her perfume around the house after I come home from work? You don’t want me to drink? When I can see a trail of dirt going down or up the steps? At any given moment I could be ambushed by the feds or your enemies.... But you’re taking care of it?! Right? You tell me if you were me and someone kept telling you I’m taking care of it would you believe them?” He remained silent for what felt like an eternity “It's complicated”

“Then uncomplicate it!”

“So what you gon drink yourself to death?”

“YES!.....I mean NO!..... But you can’t possibly think that i am going to deal with all of this by myself without you there and a sober mind”

“Need to grow tough skin, if you wanna stick around” 

“I didn’t ask for this! All I wanted was a boyfriend not someone who is supposedly plotting my demise and telling me don’t worry about it” 

Offended he speaks before he can stop himself “And I ain’t ask to be with no drunk either”

You paused for a while and walked away. Rushing into your bathroom your hands shaking from being extremely pissed and needing that drink in the morning to take the edge off. You quickly locate the flasks in your room thankful he had yet to find those.Once the liquid poison settled in your stomach. You quickly gather the remaining flasks and stuff them in your purse before rushing out the door. You could feel his eyes on you as you left the house. 

When you return home your heart sinks to see his G Wagon sitting in the driveway. Carefully you put the flasks in your purse. You were hoping he didn't make someone follow you because your flasks were now full to the brim with alcohol. 

You open the door and Coconut runs towards you barking and hopping on you. “Hi girl, how are you? Were you good today?” You bend down and pet her, tears coming to your eyes as you realize just how much you had been neglecting her lately, “I promise i’ll make it up to you” you whisper as you continue to pet her. When you stand up you see Rio standing in your line of vision. You walk up the steps to see Mick sitting on the couch watching sports. You wave at him and take the corner towards your room. You had a short window to hide the flasks before Rio would come in. 

When you step into the kitchen you don’t see Mick on the couch instead its Rio sitting by the kitchen counter. You move slowly as you feel the alcohol racing through your veins. You pour water in your tumbler and pull out the bowl of fruit salad that you had made early in the week. 

“Not gon eat?”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that Rio actually cooked until you set eyes on the stove which had multiple pots with simmering food

“Not hungry”

“Late today” he comments 

“Yea” 

“Where were you?”  

You look at him wondering if he was just baiting you or he actually had no idea where you were

“Hello” he brings your attention back to him “Where did you go after work?” “I thought you knew” hinting to him possibly trailing you 

“What you talking bout?”

You knew this question was coming so you pulled out the pamphlet of AA which ironically was signed by the organizer. You place it in front of him. “We can’t have your reputation destroyed can we?” you spew out venom, almost like you were looking for another argument. Which you weren’t you just wanted him to hurt as much as you were. 

He  ran a hand down his face and looked up at you, however you weren't standing in the same spot you were walking back to the room. He wanted to apologize. He didn't mean what he said, well he did but he didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did. 

The next day was Saturday and he knew your routine to go to brunch with either your Aunt Brenda  and/or your best friend Mia. He was going to propose taking you out maybe to lighten the mood, get you out of the house so you don’t obsess over things that he was actively trying to fix. Soon after he sits down to drink his water he hears you up and an hour later the clicking of your heels on the wooden floor. 

“Going to brunch” is all you say before you begin to walk down the steps

“Think you can cancel?”

You stop and turn and look at him “Why?”

He shrugs “I wanted to take you out for brunch”

“Okay you can just join us” you offer

“Nah i just wanted it to be me and you” he is now standing in front of you and moves the hair out of your face

You nod in agreement and look down to begin texting.Aunt Brenda and  Mia could keep themselves busy anyway

“Ready?” He asked with a smile on his face  

“Yea!” you answer you walk past him and down the steps

The car ride is silent until you arrive downtown and park a street over. You let him lead the way which brings you to one of your favorite brunch spots a chic french restaurant. He remembered you talking about it and how much you wanted to come back but you and the girls were busy exploring other places. 

When you arrive you get seated, you look down at the menu before looking up at him. You kinda knew what you wanted, you had made your mind up the last time you were there what you would get next. When the waiter arrives he greets in french and you respond

“Bonjour comment-allez vous? (good morning, how are you?)” “Qu’est-ce que vous voulez boire? (what would you like to drink?)”

“De l'eau s'il vous plait (water please)” you turn to Rio. “Rio what would you like to drink?” He smirks before answering “Water”

The waiter then proceeds to tell you about the house specials for today before leaving to get your drinks

“I didn't know you spoke french”

“Yea, Krystal knew that, I guess your girlfriend forgot to mention that”

He had to admit he was lazy in his research about you, trusting Beth would tell him all about you. 

The waiter quickly returned with the water. You two were not ready so you ask for more time. 

He sighed before taking a sip of his water, You had reverted your attention back to the menu. He was really trying hard at this boyfriend thing. Majority of his ex girls were attached in some form or another to his business so it was easier to sit and talk about plans and things that needed to be fixed, than actually have a conversation. However Beth ‘Krystal’ was the last one, he was faced with the realization that someway or another that being part of the business never really made the relationship stronger in fact it made the bulk of it which he realized was not good for anyone involved.

“What are you gonna get?” he asked breaking the silence, he also hated how you could just be silent, he would rather you make small talk like Beth, whether it be joyous or filled with hate

“Im debating” 

“Between”

“Pancakes with omelette or the french toast” you looked up at him 

“Hmm” he held his infamous smile on his face the one that always made you weak to your knees

“You” 

“Eggs Benedict”

You smile at him “good” 

Before your food comes you two try at the small talk thing, out of nowhere you hear her voice

“Hi you two!”

You both look up at her it seemed like she came out of nowhere

You feel nauseous, the smell of her perfume now made you sick. “Hi how are you?”

“Having a little brunch?”

“Yea”

“Mind if i sit”

You look at Rio and before he can answer you say “Sure!” 

He gives you a look both you and Beth can read

“Here I’ll move over”  you offer as you move to the middle seat

The waiter rushes over and gets her order before any conversation takes place

“You didn't tell me our girl could speak french” “I didn’t? Must have skipped my mind”

“How are the kids Krys?” you ask

“They are good.” She says curtly before turning her attention to Rio “So uh the cookies you wanted me to bake are ready”

“I told you i didn't need them anymore” 

“But i took time off to do so can’t you just come by and pick them up?”

“I’ll send Mick” 

You sit back and observe her behavior. She had done herself up slightly more than usual, her cleavage was showing and she was accentuating it every chance she got. They continue to talk in code and it was  becoming irritating to you because you were sitting there eating your food while they could be discussing the situation in your home without you knowing. At this point you had to assume the worst. 

“Maybe you two need a bathroom break,” you interject both of their head whipped around to look at you, both looked bewildered

“Why would you say that?” Rio asked 

You shrug “it seems like there's a lot you two want to talk about clearly not in front of me” 

Rio smirked before answering

Quickly, Beth answered “Actually we could” “Nah we good, Krystal was just leaving.” He flashes her warning look before she quickly excuses herself. 

He can tell that your mood has turned sour and chucks the date as a fail. When you return to your home he speaks before you exit the car “I didn’t know” “I know Christopher,  gotta grow tough skin right?” He sighs before following you inside.

As always tell me what you think. 

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a Tom Holland x black reader

Where there relationship has been secret for a while and reader confronts him while there with the ffh cast at a get together and they have a huge argument in front of everyone and reader starts to think he wants to keep her a secret because of what she looks like . Ending in fluff

YES. BTW IF ANYONE ELSE HAS REQUESTS THROW THEM AT ME I NEED TO MAKE IT UP TO UU GUYS🥺

Summary: huh-

Warnings: uhhhh- a dick thomas and a faking it andddd- NOW NOW NOW NANANANA NOW YÆS- jk fluff

A/n: AYO CHILL WITH THE FOLLOWS-AHHHH I LYSMMMMMMMM-

You wanted to not care, you wanted to act like your feelings weren’t hurt- but it wasn’t true, it wasn’t fair. You sigh and laid in bed with him thinking about everything you gave to him, everything you’ve done for him.....but he can’t even take you outside? What the fuck, no really. What the actual fuck.

Your blood boiled on the inside out, just looking at him clouded your mind with all these negative thoughts. You didn’t want it to happen but you couldn’t help it, and since you refused to shed a tear your head was pounding and lips slightly chapped. Hearing his moan made you jump a bit, turning your back to him as you acted sleep. “Y/n?” He whispered, turning enough to look at you and smiled, leaning over to kiss up your arm all the way to your cheek as he took his hand to rub your waist. “Y/n wake up, I wanna make you coffee” he chuckled, biting your ear before kissing it. You opened your eyes and tried best not to laugh, just something about getting caught always made you giggle.

“Hmm?” You let out when he pressed a kiss to your lips, “I wanna make you coffee” you smacked your lips and laid back down “Thomas I’m still tired” lie, you just wanted time to yourself to think about what your gonna do. “Pleaseeeee y/nnnnn!” He shook you and you groaned “fine” he smiled and bit your revealed shoulder making you squeal and try to wiggle him away leaving him laughing at you before he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

“Soooooo” he tried to ease the sudden tension sitting at the table, looking at you drinking the coffee. “Yes?” You looked up at him, placing the mug down. “Uh, I don’t know....just wanted to speak to you ya know?” “Nah I don’t” you shook your head and he furrowed his eyebrows at the mean comment, wondering what went wrong, but he knew better to bother you or else you’d go off the chain. “Zendaya wants to see you” Tom smiled, putting his hands in his lap and rubbing them together while he looked away from you. “Really?” You asked.

It was like a child and their independent, self centering father were talking....the silence loud and the father barely even caring...or at least that’s what it looked like. “Yeah, and so does Jacob, haz, Laura and tony” he cheered up, excited to see you happy. “When?” You grinned as he chuckled, “today, we have to go for lunch” he moved his chair closer to you and pressed a kiss on your forehead before holding your hand. “I love you so much, y/n” it wasn’t the first time he said that, but when he did it sent you unplesant chills as the angel and devil on your shoulders agrued.

‘If he were to love you then he would show you off’ ‘y/n no, he might be scared to’ ‘what is there to be so fücking afraid of, listen to me’ ‘stay positive! You both are gonna get there’ ‘you’ve been dating for multiple months, it’s not even fücking dating it’s like a fling at this point, just a longggg fling-‘

You cut them both out and looked at him “I-I” you choked. “Don’t worry you don’t have to say it, I already know you do” he chuckled.

‘What a cocky bitch’ ‘he just said he loves you!’ ‘He’s laughing at you because you can’t say three simple words’ ‘he’s not pressuring you into doing anything, listen to me!’ ‘You’ve been getting negative signs every single months, it’s time to fucking move on’ ‘just give him another chance! He can change!’ ‘He won’t y/n, he wont’

You didn’t know how to stick to, your angel couldn’t fight anymore because the your devil kept pointing out the larger things and storing up the pot, you chose angel this time and decided to give him one more single chance, after that it’s done. You know your worth.

You smiled up at him and put a kiss to his lips thanking him “it’s no problem princess”

After that whole shannanagin you washed the dishes and took another nap on the couch this time, you wanted to watch Disney+. Tommy woke you up and told you to get ready so you did, just something comfy like sweats and an oversized hoodie with some uggs, he wore jeans and a sweatshirt per usual. “You ready?” He asked watching you when you looked up and nodded, he smile and held his hand out for you to take and you put it there.

‘He’s using you!’ ‘He’s being nice!’

You told your conscious to shut up mentally and then poof they left, the ride was silent and playing some random songs that you couldn’t catch while he tapped his fingers on the wheel.

Once you came in the small quiet restaurant you all sat around the table saying hi to each other, tom sat next to you on the right and on the left was the boys while the rest of the girls sat across from you. Food was ordered and you all were chatting “sooo I see that you two are hanging out a whole bunch...what’s goin on?” Zendaya said. You looked at Thomas “no we aren’t together” he laughed “she’s a friend”

That hit so deep. To deep. You only nodded your head and filled your cheeks with air, Tom looked at you with a smile, his eyes happy too. “Yeah just friends!” You agree, “right” he said after, you released the air in your cheeks and bit the side of your lip. “Cool” Zendaya smiled and looked down at her plate.

Everything was normal for everyone else except you, the small people on your shoulders appearing.

‘I told youuuuu’ ‘y/n I never thought that I could agree with him’ your angel pointed to your devil ‘but I do, whatever needs to come it has to’ the devil perked up to the words, standing and walking to your ear before whispering all the things he’s done.

As you mind cakes up your eyes flare and nostrils perk and jitter, “I have to use the bathroom” you looked at Tom and he only shrugged but noticing the look in your eye he could tell somethings wrong. You stood and walked in the bathroom, your hands shook as you sat ontop of the counter, taking time to yourself to try and calm down but that’s all that you could think about. Trying to be respectful as possible.

Tom pretended to walk inside the men’s bathroom but instead came into the woman’s, seeing you stare at your hands. “Y/n?” He tried to be gentle. “What the fuck do you want, Thomas?” You looked up at him. “What-“ “get out” “tell me what’s wrong” he stepped in and the bathroom door closed by it’s self. “what’s wrong? We aren’t dating so what does that matter? Leave me alone” “I’m not leaving you a fücking lone, you need to get your act together so you can sit down with your fucking friends” he said sternly.

“What am I? Your fucking pet? Child? No the fuck I’m not!” You stood, walking over slowly. “I’ve tried my fücking best to ignore it, to suck it up, to hide it, but you fucking enrage me SO MUCH that I can’t help it!” “Shut up y/n your being to loud” “IM BEING TO LOUD? HERE ILL BE MORE FUCKING QUIETER!” You raised your voice louder.

Everyone’s eyebrows furrowed as they could hear your screams.

As you got closer he backed up more. “Y/n please-“ “what thomas? You dont wanna let everyone know what a fucking bitch you are? The fact that you LIE TO EVERYONE about our relationship”

At this point you were so blinded you didnt notice that you were infront of everyone.

“Why do you hide me away?” You genuinely asked, and suddenlyyou were crashed by a sudden rush of anxiety. “is it because i dont look like your past exes?” He was backed up against the table as you stopped right infront him, your eyes started to water as he didnt reply.

“Y/n i-“ zendaya harrison and jacob looked at tom too, it was clear what the problem was and zendaya was getting kinda mad and was waiting for an answer.

“Thomas” you begged and he had nothing, he said.... nothing.

Tears fell down his cheek as he watched you sniffle and rub your nose, grabbing your bag and running out.

Everyone watched him in silence as he leaned back into the table “excuse me” the lady gently said, tom noticed it wasnt his table so he only walked out of the store and waited outside.

He watched as you pulled out of the car but he didnt even feel like trying to make you come back, you do need to have some time to yourself.

“Fuck” he let out, wondering why he didnt say anything nor do anything. Harrison walked outside and sat next to him.

“Why?” He asked and tom looked at him. “I dont know i just felt like- i felt like my fans were gonna hurt her” “but you did” harrison pointed at tom “you didnt even give a chance and she stuck by your side for how long?” Tom told away and as he speaked he noticed how much of a dick he was......is.

You cried in the bed while you had your things out, getting ready to pack them up as you could barely breathe choking ob your sobs.

What did i do wrong? What did i do to deserve this? Should i change?

All these things running through your head and distracting yourself from putting your stuff up.

You ened up crying your ass off, crying it longer then the months that youve both been together, its all that you could think about honestly.

So when he came home you didn’t even notice your head hurt and your eyes stung, cuddling the pillow while your clothes were on the floor.

He hated seeing you like this, it made him cry and something he couldnt suck up, so when he saw you hurt and hearing your weeps it instantly hit him and made him come over and sit on the end of the bed, uncontrollable tears falling down his cheeks while he let out matching sobs.

You sat up and saw him, your eyes drying as they filled with hatred you stood and walked but tom beat you to the door, shutting it and locking it behind you.

You pointed to the door silently asking him to let you out but he shook his head refusing to. You walked up to him and tried to take his hand to pull him out the way but instead he forced his arms around your neck to hug you.

“Get off of me!” You yelled muffled. “No” he simply said, kissing your head as tears continued falling down his cheeks. “Get off- please get off!” You tried pushing him but he wouldnt budge.

“You can hit me, push me, whatever you want but im not letting you go” he gripped tighter speaking into your hair. “Fuck you” you muttered and he replied with a ‘i know’.

You both sat in silence all day and he was still hugging you but you didnt hug back until you calmed down, sobbing into his chest. “Y/n, you’re the one i want, you’re the one i need. So im begging you please... just dont leave me” he whispered starring at wall, his fingers touching your hair and trying to sooth you.

“Im scared your gonna leave me tom” you look up at him with your chin on his chest. He looker back at you “i cant even think of it, darling” he rubbed away your tears “but why-“ “i was scared” “what is there to be so afraid of?” “My fans are terrible... at least the 12 year olds” he chuckled “im scared they wont see the same beauty i see in my eyes, id rather keep you to myself then share you with this cruel world”

He reached down and kissed your forehead. “But youve been doing it for so long and-“ you sighed “i didnt feel like it was that long, you made me feel like-like you took it away. Like i could spend forever with you and it woukd seem like it was just an hour or so”

You gave him a weak smile and he returned it, reaching to meet his lips you did, the kiss salty from the shared tears but no one was complaining, you both laid in the bed and he cuddled right behind you, while you were sleep he took a picture and posted it with the caption ‘couldnt ever ask for anything better, love you y/n’

After that he shut off his phone and returned to your side and pressed a kiss on your neck before falling asleep, safe and sound.

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Eyes | n.yt

synopsis: you crashed into a boy who had the most compelling eyes. you didn’t know what was happening now but sooner or later you were going to find out the truth.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x fem reader

genre: soulmate/fantasy au

warning: mentions of blood, mind reading, hypnosis, invisibility, etc.

a/n: i don’t know what they are, i just put stuff together so this whole story is full of twists and turns so please just go with it. enjoy :))

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ding you hear your phone. a message from ‘yuta🤍🖤’ lit up on your screen.

‘xxxx xxxxxxxx street’

‘omw’ you sent back and went to your car and put the address in your phone gps, heading to his house.

once you got there you got out the car and walked up to the door. you knocked on the door and turned to look at the neighborhood. it was your average street. nothing was off about it. you heard a door open and turned to meet eyes yuta. his eyes were still throwing you off did they hold so much power?

“come in” he moves to the side to welcome you. you smile and walk in. the house was a standard house there was nothing out of the ordinary. there were no family pictures there was only artworks and paintings on the wall.

he directed you to the living room.

“are you okay with making the poster on the floor? it would be easier then doing it on the table”

“yeah i’m fine with the floor”

he grabs the poster and writing/drawing utensils, laying them both on the floor. you stood by the entrance to living room awkwardly waiting for him to finish or welcome you over. as if on cue he looks over at you.

“are just gonna stand there and let me do all the work?” he smiles, you couldn’t help but smile back and walk over to him. you sit down and get to work.

throughout the time you guys were working yuta kept a conversation with you, wanting to know different things about you like where your from, your favorite ice cream, your style of music. basically everything about you. you asked him questions too wanting to know more about him. you wanted to become friends with the mysterious boy.

“wheres your bathroom?” you asked, you’d been holding it in for a little bit due to the interesting conversation but you could no longer hold off on it.

“if you make a right it will be the first door on your left”

“alright thanks” you stand up and follow his directions, opening the door and there was the bathroom. it was decorated beautifully. ‘was this whole house his?’ you were gonna have to ask him once you got back.

after you finished you walked out and closed the door behind you, turning your head tot the left you couldn’t help but notice a huge painting on the wall. you know you shouldn’t walk around someones house but you couldn’t help it. so you walked straight down the hall to another open room.

it was stunning everything about it, the colors, design and décor were all stunning. you walked around slowly taking everything in at once until you saw an opening to a small room. the room had red dancing along the walls from the red light bulb. it gave you chills.

there were pictures and lines connecting to other pictures along with sticky notes. you walked closer so then you were standing in the room. you wished you hadn’t gotten any closer because now you could see the photos clearly, they were photos of you.

he was following you, everywhere. the mall, the school, when your walking on the sidewalk, in your car, even while your in your house.

you were scared, the more you looked at the pictures the more you were terrified. you had to get out of here and fast. you turned on your heel and was met with dark eyes. you screamed and he immediately covered your mouth. you started to freak out and pulled at his hand. tears leaking out your eyes.

“i’m not gonna hurt you just stop screaming please” he said over your screams and you just obliged. you were gonna find a way out of here.

“let me explain before you try to run away alright?” you nodded, still cautious of him. he takes his hand off of your mouth and then sighs.

“i’ve been following you because you’re my soulmate” you snorted not believing him. that was a terrible lie all he had to say was that he was a stalker and the conversation would've been over.

“i’m not lying to you. your really my soulmate. would I be able to do this if I was lying?” he shuts his eyes and then opens them again. his eyes shift to an emerald green and then back his natural eyes.

“what the fuck?! what are you?” you look him up and down.

“allow me to properly introduce myself. hello im nakamoto yuta I have the power to hypnotize people and make myself invisible-“ and he does just that. you furrow your eyebrows and reach out to touch him but your hand goes right through. he then reappears in the spot you swiped your hand through.

“woah..” you widen your eyes. “that’s so cool”

“and I have the power to heal but I can only heal my soulmate”

“so do it. heal me” you say to him. if he was being serious about the whole soulmate thing you wanted to see some proof.

“well first I have to create a wound. follow me” he guides you to the kitchen and goes to the counter pulling out a small sharp knife and walking towards you.

“may i?” he hold out his hand and you cautiously place your hand in his. he holds it gently and creates a small slit in your hand, blood immediately pooling to the surface. you hiss at the feeling and bite your lip. his eyes shoot up to your face and then back down at your hand. he places the knife down on the counter and brings your hand to his mouth. you look at him curiously, you were confused to say the least.

he licks the blood carefully and kisses the spot gently. you gasp softly out of pain and pleasure and immediately the wound closed as if he’d never cut into your hand. you gasp softly and look at your hand in astonishment. how was that possible? we’re you dreaming? you pinched yourself hard and hiss nope not dreaming.

you look up at him blinking multiple times, just trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

he picked the knife up off the table and put it in the sink trying to give you some time to think about it. it was a lot to take in he knew that. he didn’t want you to reject him. he had spent years looking for you and here you were standing in his house, in the same room as him, breathing the same air. he was gonna find a way to keep you around.

“and you can’t do that with anybody else?” you asked, your brain was still fuzzy.

“nope i’ve tried it and it hasn’t worked” he turns around to face you.

“wow.. what else can you do?” you wanted to know more what he told you was starting to become more believable.

“nothing else really. I do have something for you though” he walks closer to you so that he was standing in close proximity. he gently grabbed your hand and pressed his palm against yours. you felt a shock on your hand just like before when you shook hands. you hiss and pull your hand away, holding it.

“what was that?” you ask.

“it was your magic” he looked into your eyes.

“I have magic?” you looked at him agape. “I feel like your playing with me” all of it was hard to believe but he was showing you the proof. it was hard to take in all at once.

“i’m not I swear. you were killed back in the 1500s so our master had me take your magic for safe keeping and with our combined magic i had an immortality spell made for us so then once I found you again i made sure i would never gonna lose you” he said with a serious face. you stared at him blankly and then busted out laughing. he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“that’s a funny once now quit playing and tell me the truth” you pushed his shoulder playfully.

“I am telling you the truth. here look-“ he held his palm close to yours. “don’t pull away i'm gonna give you your magic back and restore your memories. it’s gonna hurt but try and stay still” he pressed his palm to yours and you immediately felt pain shoot through your hand, you bite your lip harshly trying to withstand the pain. the shocks reached throughout your body and you scream in pure agony as the memories start to flash in your head.

from the first sight of life all the way until you met yuta for the very first time. a memory of when yuta kissed you for the first time, to when you guys got married. there was a vivid memory of you guys laying in bed together whispering sweet nothings to when you guys made love for the first time.

and finally the end of your life when you got shot. yuta ran to your side and caught you, he laid you down on the ground and brushed the hair out of your face. he had tears in his eyes as he looked at your lifeless body. ‘withdraw her magic and keep it until you find her again’ a voice said and yuta did just that. “i’ll find someone who can make a spell for us. i will see you again, i promise” a tear rolled down his face as he kissed your forehead and with that your body disintegrated into the air.

you still had the same body but you looked slightly different, the way your hair was done and the way you dressed looked like you came from the 1500s. he still looked the same expect for the clothes and hair. you both were a modern version of the memories since it was the 2000s.

at last your screams stop, the shocks stopped and you dropped to your knees. that was the last memory and with that your mind went blank. you opened your eyes as tears fell down your face. yuta falls to the ground too.

“do you see that i’m not lying now? i’m immortal now and once i give you your magic back you will be too” he holds your face and wipes your tears. you nod without saying a word. you were speechless how could this be. ‘is this why he’s been following me around’

“yes, i’ve been following you everywhere because you’re the love of my life. I had to find a way to get closer to you without scaring you but I guess that failed because you're scared” he pulls his hands away and sighs standing up and walking away.

“you can read my mind?” he stops in his tracks and doesn’t move.

“yes I can and you can read mine”

“how can I do that?” you ask. you wanted to know how to use your powers at least.

he walk back to you and sits on the floor.

“just focus on me” he says and you do that but nothing happens.

“nothing”

“okay try looking at my forehead and just channel your emotions” so you try that, looking up at his forehead. you narrow your eyes.

“nope” you say and he sighs.

“okay.. don’t freak out but I wanna see if this works” he pulls you to him gently and shifts you onto his lap.

“yuta..”

“trust me” and you don’t say another word. “now look into my eyes like when we collided in the hallway” you gaze into his eyes and he does the same back. your eyes soften at his. you looked at him in a different light now. this guy was your soulmate and husband who loved you very much, at least that’s what you saw in the memories. you didn’t want to trust him but your heart was telling you something different. you started to lean in slowly without noticing it. ‘why did he have to be so attractive’ he smiles slightly, he leans in too. ‘shes so adorable’ you hear his thought.

“I heard that” you say hovering over his lips. he laughs loudly throwing his head back, pulling you out of your trance. you looked at him and smiled. ‘he was so beautiful, undoubtedly beautiful.’

“am i?” he asks and smirks. you immediately hit his chest.

“get out of my head” you squeal as he flips you on your back gently so he’s hovering above you.

“nope. your all mine again… that’s if your okay with that?” he looks up at you. you didn’t know how you felt about the whole thing. you were just gonna see what happens and let things take it’s toll.

“idk yet I still have a lot of things to process” you hold his face. it felt so familiar, he felt familiar and not like a stranger you weren’t afraid of him anymore. it was you knew him inside and out.

“kiss me” you whisper. you wanted to see what they felt like, if his lips were familiar too.

he froze in his place. “are you-“ “yes i’m sure now kiss me”

he leaned down looking at your lips and then moving his eyes to yours before looking down at your lips again. and there it was, his lips connected to yours. you felt a million shocks run through your body but they didn’t hurt. it felt so good. his lips felt like home.

he was kissing you so gently but you didn’t want to be gentle anymore so you switched it up by biting his lip. the red fluid pooled to the surface of his lip making him pull away, he touched his lip seeing the bright red color on his finger.

“so we’re biting now huh?” he asked playfully making you giggle, you bit your lip and shrugged.

“are you gonna fix it?” his face gets serious again.

“how do I fix it?” you gulp.

“just like how I fixed your wound. lick and kiss” he’s now straddling you.

you grip his waist as you lean closer and do as he says. he separates his lips, you turn your head and carefully lick the blood of his bottom lip. which oddly tasted good. you then seal it with a kiss. you pull back and watch it heal.

you smile widely, you thought it was so cool how you could just heal him like that.

“do you want to know what else you can do?” he smiles. you immediately nod.

you could get used to this.

[spicyspencerreid]

Just Friends| Part Two

A Timothée Chalamet Imagine: Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five

Female!Reader, Dancer/Actress!Reader, CoStar!Reader, FrenchSpeaking!Reader//2800 Words

Summary of part one// Reader and Timothée are best friends. They are going to be costars on a new movie where Y/n plays a dancer and has a small, but still important, role, and Timothée’s a lead. There’s a storm and Y/n’s hotel is having issues, so she has to stay in Timothée’s apartment.  

Warnings// Grammar/spelling and lack of proofreading//Extra soft Timmy; Cursing; Really soft fluff: y/n’s side of it is romantic, but Timothée just sees it in a platonic way, it’s really beautiful in a sad way. IM SORRY ITS SO FUCKING SLOW AND LITERAL SHIT, i like kinda know where I’m going with it, but like I don’t. Just send me a request with how you want it to go please...let me know!

Key: French writing (english translation), Y/n/n-Your nickname, Y/f/n-Your first name, Y/l/n-Your last name

(Added July 2020) Note: this whole series was written before Ansel Elgort’s allegations arose, and honestly, in the most disrespectful way possible: I hope he rots in hell. I ALWAYS stand with the victim, and if that’s going to be a problem, find another series to read. If the mention of his name is triggering to you, PLEASE do not read. If you or anyone you know has been sexually assaulted or abused, do not be afraid to speak up, but if that’s not the route you personally want to take: you can call 1-800-656-4673, available 24 hours every day and 100% confidential.

this is the apartment I used for inspiration//I put links in the specific rooms when they were mentioned so it would feel more ~real~ lol.

You knocked on the door. It was almost 4:00, but it felt like 2:00AM with the time difference combined with your lack of sleep. You glanced a peak at yourself in the reflection of the door, and your face dropped as you saw yourself, instantly becoming extra conscious of the way you looked. You eyes were still a little a little watery, but it didn’t look like you were crying too much. The rain had wet your hair, and your face, and your mascara stained your under-eyes. You sighed realizing you’d already knocked and didn’t have any time to fix yourself. 

The door opened. You put on a soft smile and let out a weak little hi. Timothée took one look at your mascara-stained face and pulled you into his apartment. His arms wrapped around your waist as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You peeked your eyes up to look into the apartment. You were both in the small sitting room, but you caught a glimpse of the kitchen. It was beautiful. White, clean, cozy, and perfect. 

“I’m getting your hoodie all wet.” You laughed into his neck, feeling more comfortable in his arms than you had felt in a very long time. You smiled as you pulled away, a tired, but genuine smile. 

“I don’t mind,” he looked into your eyes as you suddenly became super aware of his hands lingering on your waist, “let me show you to your room, Mademoiselle.” 

“Si vous insistez, mon ami.” (If you insist, my friend.)  You reached for your bags, but Timothée practically slapped your hand out of the way, insisting he’d bring them to your room while you were in the shower.  He led you down a short hallway, right by the entrance, adjacent to a bookcase. 

“Well this is it,” he motioned to the room, it was blue, your favorite, which made you smile. You admired the pattern on the walls as he continued to talk about the room, “And this is the bathroom, the storm shut off the power a couple hours ago, so the heat still isn’t back on, but the hot water heater should be good. I’ll bring your stuff in while you shower...and extra blankets,” he giggled as his mind brought him back to your apartment in New York. You had the largest collection of blankets he’d ever seen. 

“Thank you, I swear I’ll be out of here by tomorrow, I’ll call the hotel tomorrow morning to check on their status, but I think the system should be up by-”  “Stop. Please tell me you’re kidding, you’re staying here as long as you need to.” He stood in the doorway of the room, resting his head against the wall.  “Timothée...I couldn’t-” your fear of imposing was crawling back into your system, but to be honest, that wasn’t the biggest issue you had with this. You’re main problem was the idea of being stuck in a small, romantic apartment, in what happened to be the most romantic city on earth, with the last guy you wanted to feel romantic about at the moment. 

“How long do they need you on set?” you sighed, knowing where this was going.

“Four weeks, then I have interviews and cameos lined up for two weeks after, then I’m flying back to New York, so technically six weeks-” 

“Okay, well they need me here for two months and a half, that’s...” you giggled as he did the simple math in his head, “Ten weeks. So you are staying here, with me, in this apartment for the six weeks you need to be here.”

“Timothée...” the exhaustion was starting to really hit you. 

“I’m not taking no for an answer, now go shower.” you caved. 

“TMZ is going to LOVE this one,” you waved your hands in the air as you walked into the bathroom.

“I’m already expecting a very angry call from Celine once Kelsey lets her know,” you giggled as he mentioned his publicist, who always seemed to have an issue with something. You closed the door of the bathroom and sighed as you undressed. 

After showering you dried your hair and picked up your phone, you hadn’t checked it since you were at the hotel. There was a missed call from your mom, so you left her a voicemail and quickly updated her on your situation. Kelsey had called about fifteen times in the past hour, and you did not plan on calling her back. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you dried your hair until was at least damp. You put some blush over your cheeks once you realized it was only a little past 4:30. You put on leggings and a cropped-sweatshirt and you left your cozy room. You walked into the living room and spotted Timothée eating off of a plate of fruit at the kitchen counter while talking to his phone, you admired his outfit. He was wearing a dark green hoodie, simple, but the way it brought out his eyes made the butterflies in your stomach do flips. 

“And there she is...” you heard him say to his screen, “I’m live on instagram. I was telling our fans the situation you’d gotten yourself into...” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed a strawberry and bit into it. He turned around the phone to show you to the camera, you waved and his fans went crazy, of course, “A situation, that wouldn’t have occurred, if you’d agreed to stay with me in the first place,” “Whatever, Timothée,” you laughed. 

“Okay guys I’m gonna sign off...uh...how do I end this thing?” Timothée was probably the most intelligent man you knew, but his lack of energy on social media did not leave him particularly knowledgeable in moments like these. 

“You have to click the ‘end live’ button.”

“Where’s that?”

“C'est dans le coin,” (it’s in the corner)

“Non, c'est ma photo de profil,” (no, that’s my profile picture)

“Ugh, laisse-moi le faire.” (let me do it) You grabbed his phone and waved goodbye to his fans as you ended the live. You laughed with him as you placed a bet on who would get the most calls from your publicists.

“Tu as faim? (are you hungry?) We could go out to a cafe a couple blocks away if you want.” He smiled as he popped a blueberry into his mouth and went to the refrigerator, grabbing whipped cream, your favorite, and a plate, where he put some whipped cream on it. You thanked him while you picked up another strawberry and dipped it in the whipped cream, melting over the fact that you didn’t have to ask. 

“You know, I’m kinda hungry, mais je suis très, très fatigué... (but I am very, very tired)” you usually would’ve toughed it out and gone to dinner, having been pretty good at faking your way through a dinner at this point, but you were at a whole new level of sleep-deprived. 

“Okay, so how about we get a couple margarita pizzas delivered and watch a movie. Sonne bien? (Sound good?)” 

“That sounds amazing.” you sighed out of relief.

“The menu on my nightstand has the number on it, I’ll go call.” he squeezed your shoulder and walked into his room. You walked around, running your fingers over the bookshelves throughout the apartment. You smiled as your eyes laid on Call Me By Your Name, the book cover having the picture of him and Armie on it. You thought back to the night you’d met, and how nervous you were. You pulled the book out from the bookshelves, running your fingers over the cover. You thought about that little crush you’d had on him, how sweet he’d been to you, how he remained to be the same easy to talk to guy no matter how many more lead roles he booked. You felt your face heating up as you realized how it’d already felt too long since Ansel had teased you about it. You skimmed through the book, trying to find your moments, but you shut it as fast as you could once you found yourself imagining Timothée kissing you instead of Armie. 

“L'avez-vous lu?” (Have you read it?) you jumped, dropping the book on the ground. Timothée was once again resting in the doorway of yet another room, he laughed once he realized he’d scared you.

“Yeah, actually, I read it the night after the premiere, wanted to see if it was as good as the move.” you giggled as you picked up the book and put it back in the bookcase while collecting yourself.

“What was the verdict?”

“I still think the movie was better, but if I anyone asks, I never said that...”

“Alright, I won’t say anything, I appreciate it though.” he laughed when he spoke. That smile was killing you. The doorbell rang and Timothée went to grab the pizza. You two ate and talked for a while, discussing the upcoming movie. You talked about how excited you were, you hadn’t danced in a movie since the one you were in with Zendaya. After you finished eating Timothée cleaned up and you argued over a movie to watch in his room. 

“Y/n. You’ve never seen Pride and Prejudice? That has to be illegal in some countries. Everyone’s seen Pride And Prejudice!” You think this might’ve been the maddest you’d ever seen him before.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the opportunity’s never presented itself. Let’s watch Marriage Story, we can watch Pride And Prejudice tomorrow? When I’m not about pass out from exhaustion...?”

“D’accord, d’accord, (okay, okay) fine. Marriage Story it is...” you let out a silent yes as you both walked into his room. He pulled back the closet doors to reveal a rather nice TV.

“Yay!” you giggled flopping down onto the right side of his bed, “This is the first time I’ve officially laid on a bed in about 40 hours.” 

He smiled, typing in Marriage Story on Netflix before laying down on the opposite side of the bed. 

About an hour and a half into the movie, about the fifth time you’d almost drifted off into sleep, you’d noticed Timothée had practically covered his whole body except for his eyes in a blanket. You took one look at him and bursted into laughter.

“Fuck off, I don’t understand how you’re not freezing right now.” he was right, it was pretty cold in the apartment, since the heat still wasn’t up yet. 

“I like the cold...and the sound of the rain, this is all pretty relaxing to me...” you laughed. 

“Okay fine then, come here.” he opened his arm towards you and your eyes snapped to meet his.

“What?”

“Come here, I’m cold, I need your body heat.” You’d cuddled with Timothée on multiple occasions, but all of them led to you stuck in your thoughts at night as feelings resurfaced, and most of them led to you realizing you never wanted to leave his arms. You looked into his pleading green eyes and melted, moving over and shifting yourself so you were right up against him. His arm reached around you and you laid your head on his chest. A couple minutes later, he spoke again.

“You know, you can go to sleep if you want.” he whispered as he started to lightly drag his hand up and down your back, you felt lucky you were way too tired to give it a second thought. You looked over to the clock on the nightstand, it was only 6:00. 

“Non, je ne peux pas. (no, I can’t) I have to wake up early tomorrow and start learning a turn sequence for rehearsal. I can’t really risk my sleep schedule right now, you know that.” you muttered into his chest. You knew if you went to sleep now, you’d wake up at midnight and not be able to sleep, then fall into a schedule of going to bed at dinner time, which wouldn’t work out well with your schedule for the movie.  

“There’s only a half hour or so left in the movie, go to sleep and I promise I’ll wake you up when it ends, you haven’t slept in so long,” he started to draw circles on the exposed space between your leggings and your sweatshirt, his cold, soft, fingers giving you goosebumps, “détends-toi.” (just relax) You sighed into his chest as his hands started to lull you to sleep. 

“Y/n, the movie’s over,” You awoke to Timothée lightly whispering in your ear. You leaned up and rubbed your eyes. 

“Hi.” your eyes met his. 

“Hi sleeping beauty.” He smiled and you blushed at the nickname. He knew it reminded of you the ballet, making your eyes light up every time you spoke about it. You realized how close his face was to yours. You became strongly aware of how close his lips were to yours, how easy it would be to just inch a little closer, and meet them with yours, and more importantly, how bad you wanted to. How bad you wanted to make that tiny little space vanish. You snapped out of it once you’d realized you were staring, hoping he didn’t notice too, but he did, he always did, you just didn’t know it. It was a quarter till seven, you sat up on the bed, and he did with you, needing to keep yourself busy so you wouldn’t fall asleep again. He kept his arm around you, and you two started to talk. You loved the late night talks you had, wether it was at midnight or just after lunch. You eventually made your way to the living room, and Timothée poured you both glasses of wine as you took your seat on the couch. 

“So, are you nervous for your first day of rehearsals?” He handed you your glass and put his arm back around you. It was a stupid question, of course you were nervous, you were always nervous, about every new opportunity that came your way.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta a couple turn sequences to memorize tomorrow. I just hope I don’t embarrass myself too much.” you were beyond nervous to work with the choreographer on this movie.

“Stop, you’ll be fine, they didn’t even audition you. They practically begged you to be in this film.” he wasn’t wrong, the director had reached out himself, saying he didn’t even need to see you, he’d just send you the script and wait for your response. 

“Doesn’t mean I’m good enough for the role though, you know? They haven’t even seen me in the choreography, or how I fit with the other dancers, or any of it. I could be a total mess and they couldn’t do anything about it.” 

“You’ve got to stop doubting yourself, do I have to remind you who you are?” He playfully shoved you, “I’ll never understand how you flawlessly played Sleeping Beauty in front of 3,800 people once a week for six months, but you somehow still doubt yourself when you’re just going to be in a room with a couple people?” he had a good point, but you didn’t see it like that. 

“First of all, and you know this better than I do, the lights block out the audience when you’re on stage. And second of all, doing that show every day is ten million times less scary than being judged in a small room with people that matter.” “I know what you mean..., but I still think you’re too good to doubt yourself...”

“Oh really Mr. Hotshot?” it was you shoving him this time. 

“One day...y/n/n...,” he took a sip of his wine, “...one day I’m gonna get you to realize how amazing you are.” You looked at him and sighed.

“One day...,” you took a sip of your wine before sitting in down on the coffee table, it was finally past ten, you’d been talking for hours and barely realized. You could finally go to bed without ruining your sleep schedule, “I should probably head to bed.”

“I’ll get your glass, goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Timothée.” 

And there it was again, there you were again. You were doing what you knew you’d be doing the second you caved and allowed yourself to fall into his arms during the movie. The same as you did any time the two of you had gotten remotely close to each other. Every time you sat together on the couch in Z’s apartment. Every time Ansel had made a joke about your little crush, the one that was beginning to grow larger and larger. Damn. You were in for a long night of over-thinking. 

Some of you asked to be tagged holy shit you guys have no idea how happy that makes me oh my god, I’m still tagging ppl btw, my phone’s dead lol so I’m on my mac:

@sspidermanss @fandom-food-fire​ @gigi-maria-argu @meaganl124 @danidomm​

I DONT LIKE THIS NEARLY AS MUCH AS I LIKE THE FIRST PART IM SORRY :(( I LOVE YOU GUYS THOUGH THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART. IDK WHAT IM GONNA DO FOR PART THREE. I wanted to like make him start dating Lily and then y/n like cries to Zendaya and I had a lot of thought about that...please let me know about part 3!!!!!!

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 15

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.3k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: i hope you like this chapter? i know. slow burn. im testing your patience. and im loving the sexual tension, dont you? :P

also, if you like this story you may want to read the few blurbs i wrote about it. ill probably write more but here are the few already written

Niall & Liv (fetus) - FLUFF

Louis & Liv - FLUFF

Niall & Liv - SMUT & FLUFF

Liv & Heidi - ANGST

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requests! : added a few! spoilers!

Chapter 15 : His chapter

NIALL

When I woke up the next day, I' was reluctant to open my eyes, scared that my head would just explode due to all the alcohol I had swallowed in the past two days but really, the first thing that I caught was Liv's scent. My lips curled and I groaned low, pulling her closer to me and burring my face in her hair. I tried to remember every single detail of what happened the night before and smiled more, wrapping one of my legs around her.

"Mm," she whimpered, slowly waking up too. "What time is it?"

"I don't know, I haven't opened my eyes yet."

Somehow, in the middle of the night, she had moved around and we were spooning again. I could feel my half-erected cock press on her ass and without thinking, I ground against her, making it swell a bit more. She squirmed a bit and I brushed my lips on the back of her neck before hearing her chuckle.

"Move away, Horan, this is way past the friendship stage."

I laughed and she sat up before stretching. I watched her back as she did, leaning my head on my hand, and when she finally got up, my eyes traveled to her ass. She was wearing black panties, contrasting perfectly with the navy blue shirt she was wearing that belonged to me. I licked my lips, gripping the sheets tighter to resist the urge I had to pinch one of her butt cheeks but when she bent down to grab something on the floor, I groaned low and my hand quickly disappeared under the covers to grip my cock.

"Please don't do that." I asked in a low tone, making her turn her head my way and chuckle. "Not funny. Your body changed and i'm dying to touch it."

This time, she turned around and she raised her eyebrows, a smile still gracing her lips.

"You mean I gained weight?"

"Why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" I just asked, sitting up in bed and tilting my chin up to look at her. "Why is it such a big deal to you?"

She rolled her eyes and chuckled, moving her hair up in a ponytail and tying it quickly, letting her arms fall on each sides of her body. My eyes traveled quickly on her hips before moving back to her face.

"Because all the girls you date are literally half my weight, Niall." she pointed out, shaking her head slightly, her eyebrows still raised. "You clearly have a type."

I sighed and turned around in bed, moving myself to the edge of the bed and putting my feet on the floor, spreading my knees apart a bit.

"Come here." I asked with a quick head movement. "Please, Olivia, get closer."

She stared at me for a few seconds but finally moved closer, getting between my legs before I trapped her between my thighs and wrapped my arms around her, making her lips curl a bit more.

"There was this girl.. I dated her for almost a year, and I was, and still is, in love with her. And you know what she looked like? She looked exactly like you."

She laughed and shook her head as I leaned my chin on her stomach, looking up at her. The sight was amazing for some reason and the warmth of her thighs in between mine made me want her even more.

"Lucky girl, uh?" she joked with a smile, raising her eyebrows.

"I was just going to say that."

This time, she laughed louder and moved out of my embrace, turning around again. I watched her body and sighed before my eyes fell again on her tattoo, making my lips curl. I wanted to ask her how much her boyfriend enjoyed to fuck her from behind while my name was permanently on her lower back surrounded by a heart and in my own hand-writing, but I just pressed my lips together. The truth was, I didn't really care how that made him feel, but I loved to see that tattoo on her.

"When did you get the heart around my name? I don't remember seeing it while we were dating."

She stopped moving and it took her a while to turn around. Her smile was gone she started searching in her drawer for something. I looked at her the whole time, getting a bit nervous. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable but I was so curious I couldn't help but wait. I cracked my knuckles and she glanced at my hands before pressing her lips together and clearing her throat.

"The day you broke up with me." she confessed, making my lips part. "A few days before, you left me a note in the morning with a heart you had scribbled and the morning you broke up with me, I went with Louis to get it tattooed around your name. I had no idea it was the last note you'd write me, or that it was the last day I could call myself your girlfriend. I just... I couldn't resign myself to tattoo anything over it."

I didn't expect that answer and kept staring at her until she turned my way and sent me a sad smile. I pushed the covers off of me and got up slowly, walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her neck. I felt her arms slide around my naked chest and her head lean on my shoulder and I held her tight against me in silence for a few minutes, my cheek pressed on the top of her head. It broke my heart to know that while I was trying to find the right words to break up with her, she was getting tattooed a heart around my name and I closed my eyes, breathing her scent.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, squeezing her tighter against me and kissing her forehead. "I'm so sorry Olivia."

She rubbed her nose gently on my neck and I closed my eyes, enjoying the way her body seemed to fit perfectly with mine and her hands on my back. She pulled away and sniffed, making me frown when I realized she was crying and I cupped her face, running my thumbs on her cheeks gently, gathering her tears as I shook my head.

"I'm never gonna hurt you again." I whispered, my eyes roaming quickly on her face. "Never."

I let one of my thumbs rub on her bottom lip and I felt her tense as her hands slipped from my sides. I meant my words and at the same time, I was scared to hurt her by accident. It would be different this time, though, I could feel it. We both grew up and changed for the better, and I was ready to put all the efforts into this.

She blinked a few times and took a step back, tilting her head a bit and sending me a shy smile.

"Are you hungry? Coffee?" she proposed, raising her eyebrows as I nodded.

We walked to the kitchen and she turned on the coffee pot as I leaned against the counter just staring at her some more, barely believing what had happened between us.

"You can borrow some of Louis' sweatpants and shirt while I wash your clothes if you want." she proposed, walking by me as I stopped her with my arm.

"How about you give me my shirt back, first?"

This time, she laughed and raised her eyebrows at me, shaking her head.

"Just wait here." she added. "I don't think Louis would want you rummaging through his stuff."

I chuckled as she reached the hall and bent down to watch her leave.

"But he lets you?"

"What can I say?" she says a bit louder. "He trusts me!"

She came back quickly, pushing Louis' clothes against my chest and I smiled, taking it as her eyes dropped to my boxers.

"I'm gonna need that too if you want me to wash them." she pointed out with a smirk, making me send her one too.

I smiled more at her and wiggled my eyebrows before putting the clothes on the counter and quickly pulling my boxers down. Her smile fell but so did her gaze and I just took them off, handling them to her as she pressed her lips together, making me laugh.

"Stop staring." I let out with a chuckle, making her shake her head.

"You did that so I would stare, so let me stare."

I waited a few seconds and laughed a bit again.

"Is it exactly how you remember?"

It took her a moment but her eyes finally met mine.

"I remember it bigger." she joked with an amused smile, making me raise my eyebrows. "You're not gonna pretend it's a bit cold here will you?"

I smirked again and took a step closer as her own smile faltered again.

"It's as big as it was and I bet you remember really well."

I looked down in her eyes as she stood, unimpressed, right in front of me. She kept her gaze in mine, still smiling, and finally placed her hand on my chest, pushing me away slightly.

"Go shower and dress up." she just said, taking the boxers from my hands.

With an other laugh, I moved past her and walked in the bathroom, leaving the door open. It knew it was a long shot but I wouldn't want her to meet a closed door if she ever decided to join me. I knew she probably wouldn't, and I also knew it was wrong, but at the same time, it was hard to think about the consequences of our actions when it was just me and her, alone together. It always felt like we were in an other dimension or something crazy like that.

I got out quickly and dressed up before joining her again in the kitchen as I rubbed a towel in my hair. She was dressed too with a pair of pants and a t-shit that was not mine and when she turned around, I saw her lips were still curled in a smirk.

"What?"

"What did you do with them?" she asked, crossing her arms on her chest without losing her smile as I raised my eyebrows, a bit confused. "My underwear. My bra and my panties. You brought me my clothes that I had left at your place back but the bra and the panties are missing."

I felt my cheeks turn slightly red when I remembered what I did and scratched the back of my head as I cleared my throat.

"Well, look, this is a bit embarrassing but..." I shook my head and chuckled nervously. "I kept the panties. I mean, I didn't do anything with them. I thought about doing it but I decided that-"

"You thought about doing what with my panties exactly?" she asked with a frown, clearly pleased by how uncomfortable I was getting.

"I mean hey, can you blame a guy? You leave your panties right there, on the floor, in my house!" I tried to justify. "I haven't touched you in over a year and you drive me fucking insane, what was I supposed to do?"

This time, she burst into laughter and I closed my eyes, raising my nose up in a grimace.

"Shut up." I mumbled before letting out a groan. "I'll bring them back to you next time we see each other."

"No it's alright." she chuckled again. "Keep them, they're all yours. You can even start a collection if you want. I'll take the bra back though, these are fucking expensive."

I thought about something smart to answer when I just realized her request and frowned.

"I didn't see a bra... perhaps it got under the bed? I'll check and bring it back to you."

"After using it to masturbate?" she joked, letting out a laugh before I threw her the towel in my hands, making her laugh even more. "You're so fucking rude."

She picked the towel on the floor and walked up to me with a smile. It was crazy to realize how we had both been smiling almost non-stop since we woke up and I liked it. I liked to be the reason of her happiness or at least, one of the reasons.

"You smell good." she whispered, licking her lips as my gaze dropped to them. "I smell so bad." she added with a cute pout.

"Maybe you should take a shower too. And maybe I should go with you, you know, make sure you don't forget a spot."

She bit the left side of her bottom lip gently and got on her tiptoes, grabbing the front of my shirt as I bent down. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to lay her on the kitchen's table and fuck her quickly and roughly. I wanted to sit her on the counter and shag her until she'd scream. But if she just wanted me to kiss her, that would also be enough for me.

"It's not just sex, right?" she asked in a murmur as my lips were almost touching hers.

"Fuck no, it's not just sex." I whispered back, barely moving my lips. "It's also everything else."

Slowly, she nodded and I could swear I saw her eyes sparkle. I felt my heart jump in my chest and smiled more too, pressing my lips against hers. I was going to deepen the kiss but felt her move away and frowned until I realized her phone was ringing. I was so focused on kissing her that I noticed nothing around us. She ran to her phone and when she walked back to me, she was staring at her screen and I knew I wouldn't get to kiss her, at least not soon.

"It's Dylan. He messaged me to tell me he was coming back home this weekend." she explained without looking at me as she quickly typed something back.

"When am I going to see you again, Liv?"

This time, she licked her lips and looked up at me, her traits softening immediately.

"Soon. I promise."

                                                       ---

'Soon' turned out to be a few days later. The truth was, we spent our time texting each other and I wouldn't let go of my phone, not even to go to the bathroom. We teased each other, we laughed, sent ridiculous memes and sometimes, she'd even say that she missed me. We didn't talk about love, and we didn't mention feelings. All we did was reconnect as best friends through messages and it was fun. We still had inside jokes and things only the two of us could understand and that boosted the hope I had inside me to get her back at some point.

I stared at myself in the mirror before grabbing my wallet and keys and putting everything in my pockets. I decided to take a cab until the club and frowned when I finally stood in front of it. I was more of a pub guy but apparently, everyone wanted to go dancing tonight and I was not in the mood to stay home alone. Heidi had told me she would join us later and I knew she would since she was well aware that my ex girlfriend would be there too. I walked inside and noticed Olivia as soon as I let my eyes travel around the room. I walked to my friends who were laughing and noticed Julie moving closer to Liam, kissing his neck before bringing him to the dance floor. It made me chuckle and brought attention on me. Louis smiled widely and extended his hand to me as I gripped it and hugged him quickly, glancing at Liv who got up to greet me too. I kissed Eleanor's cheeks and did the same with her before she smiled at me. She was already tipsy, I could see it in her eyes and as usual, she was glowing.

"Did you see the puppy video I sent you?" she asked, making me laugh and nod. "I really want one!"

I opened my mouth to tell her we definitely could but closed it immediately again, sending her a smile. We couldn't get a puppy because we were not together and it was a real torture. I didn't really know where she stood and I thought asking her would ruin everything. Were we waiting for something and if we were, what was it?

"You're late, by the way." she pointed out, swallowing what was left in her glass before tilting her head. "And I really want an other drink?"

"You're the worst person for that, Olivia, you're always late, you can't bitch at me for this." I chuckled, shaking my head before taking the glass in her hand. "I'll buy you an other one."

"Or two!"

I chuckled and she followed me to the bar, leaning against the counter as I ordered. We waited for the drinks and I moved closer to her to make sure she heard me.

"I missed you."

She brought her hand on my cheek and brushed her fingertips on it, sending me a smile too.

"Me too, Nee."

I jumped slightly when I heard the barmaid and paid, handing her one of the shots I bought. She grabbed it from my hand quickly and swallowed it, putting the glass back on the counter with a thud and making me smirk. I did the same and finally pushed her drink on the counter as she thanked me. She sucked on the straw and her lips curled a bit.

"Are you gonna dance with me?"

I wanted to say no, that it was not my cup of tea, that I was never the type to dance in clubs, and that she obviously knew that, but the way she had raised her eyebrows and parted her lips made me want to say yes to whatever she was going to ask me.

"If you insist, I may."

"I'll insist, then." she chuckled. "Come on."

We walked back to the table and talked a bit with the others but it was not easy because of the loud music. I watched Eleanor pull Louis to the dance floor and when I turned again to Liv, she was smirking. She moved closer and gripped the front of my shirt, getting on her tiptoes again to bring her lips very close to my ear. I loved when she did that.

"I'm all alone tonight so you're my date." she told me, her lips brushing against my earlobe gently. "Make me dance."

I wanted to know who she used to dance with before she met her boyfriend and to how many of her dance partner she had given herself to but I swallowed my question knowing that jealousy was not a good way to get her back. Besides, I was not really sure I wanted to know and I didn't understand why I was so jealous suddenly but I couldn't pretend it was not bothering me a bit. Instead to let these thoughts invade me, I took one of her hands on my shirt and brought her to the dance floor, making her twirl around when we found a good spot. She laughed and ended up close to me, her arms around my neck as she started dancing. I loved the way she moved and for a few seconds I just stood there, motionless, looking at her hips sway. Her gaze met mine and she smiled more, licking her lips and showing me her finger, telling me to wait a minute. I decided to follow her since I felt a bit stupid waiting in the middle of the dance floor but she got back quickly as we both stood next to the bar. She placed herself in front of me and nibbled on her bottom lip, making my whole body throb. I could pretend it was because of the music and the atmosphere in the room but in reality, it was her. Only her.

She reached for my pants and I held my breath, not really knowing what she was going to do but she ended up pushing her hand in my right pocket as I frowned. As soon as she took her hand back, I put mine in my pocket too to find out what it was.

"You can add those to your collection." she just said, smiling more. "I just took them off in the washroom."

My fingers reached the fabric of her panties and my eyes got bigger at the thought. I imagined her pulling her panties down just to bring them to me and it made my heart skip a few beats, making me laugh again.

"Are you drunk?"

She shrugged. "Tipsy. But tipsy enough to dance with you very, very close."

I let her bring me back to the dance floor and this time, she pushed her back on my chest, bringing one of my hands around her. I loved feeling her body brush against mine and when she ground her ass against me, I let out a groan and decided to dance with her. I didn't really know how to move, I just followed her, trying not to get too horny from the way she was rubbing herself on me, and when I got out of my daydream, I realized someone had shouted something at us. Not many people had noticed because of the music but I looked up only to see my girlfriend standing there and the look she sent Olivia and I meant trouble.

"What the fuck is this?" she let out even louder, making Olivia take a step away. "He is not your boyfriend anymore, he's dating ME!"

Olivia frowned with a disgusted look and walked past Heidi, going back to the table.

I sighed and followed her as Heidi did the same and when we got there, everyone else was also back. Louis had ordered more drinks and he was lighting up a cigarette when Heidi started yelling again. He stopped moving completely and raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him.

"Leave me the fuck alone, okay!" Olivia let out loud enough for my girlfriend to hear. "You've always been such a fucking bitch to me! Bringing Niall to fuck in the hall of a bar and coming back with that smug smile! You knew I loved him and you did that on purpose! And now i'm supposed to respect you? Fuck you!"

Louis' lips parted and his eyes opened wide in admiration before he let out a laugh.

"Well fookin' said!" he just expressed with an other laugh as Heidi frowned at him.

"Oh fuck off, Louis! We all know why you're always defending her, stay out of this!"

I frowned at her words but when I was about to ask about it, Louis flipped her off and Olivia scoffed.

"Mind your own fucking business!"

"Niall is my business. He's MY boyfriend! Go back to your stupid boyfriend, the guy you're supposed to marry, remember?"

"Yea you say that just because you tried to get in his pants and he didn't want anything to do with you!"

"Yea and that makes him stupid and obviously blind! Have you seen you and have you taken a look at me? You're a 3 at best! What the fuck do you have that's so fucking special that made men like Dylan and Niall want you?"

I saw Olivia's face change and in the expression on her traits, I could see all her insecurities coming back. All the efforts she had made to love herself, to be better in her skin? Gone. Her confidence had faltered and it broke my heart. Suddenly, her face changed again and she raised her eyebrows.

"Clearly something you don't have."

She turned on her heels quickly and left as my lips parted in shock. What had just happen exactly?

"You are the worst person I've ever had the misfortune to meet and you deserve a fucking punch in the face." Louis said before  swallowing the rest of his beer and leaving with Eleanor, Julie and Liam.

"What.. what were you thinking?" I asked, shaking my head slightly when my girlfriend got closer.

Heidi frowned and shook her head, walking past me and disappearing in the crowd. I stood there for a few minutes and finally decided to get out of the club to get fresh air. I had no idea where everyone was but I saw them talk together not too far from the building and joined them.

"Liv, hey, i'm sorry."

Her eyes met mine and her traits softened as she shook her head. "No it's not your fault, Niall. Don't worry."

"We're going home." Louis explained, looking at me. "Just going to get high instead. You're welcome but without your witch of a girlfriend."

My lips curled very slightly and I just nodded. "Alright, I'm in."

I knew I had to talk to Heidi but it could wait. I was in the wrong and somehow, I could understand why Heidi had thrown an other tantrum, but I couldn't forgive the words she told my ex girlfriend. Just thinking about the way Olivia's face had twisted in pain made me swallow a lump in my throat. I turned to her, noticing she was looking down at the ground and seemed lost in her thoughts. I knew she was strong, but I also knew she could be vulnerable, and there was no way I was going to let her believe that she was not perfect. Because she was. I was ready to tell her multiple times a day until I'd die if I had to.

[bubbl3sworld]

The hardware store (Belch Huggins x black! reader)

“Y/n!!” 

She groaned hearing her name get shouted through the house, it was her second day spending the night at cousin Mike house, or farm rather. And so far, she hated it. She slip the covers over her face, trying to ignore her grandfather shouting her name. Just when he stopped, footsteps were heard leading up to the room she was sleeping in. She balled herself up further in the bed, hoping for no one to come into her only safe space.

It wasn’t until the door creaked open was her cover blown

“I know you’re up Cuzzo” It was Mike, you could tell by his voice. 

Y/n removed the covers, sitting up slowly. Her eyes dragged up to his face, giving him an annoyed stare. “What does that man want now?” She asked reaching to fix her bonnet only to feel that it wasn’t on her head.

 “It’s on the floor” Mike points out smiling, “He wants you to go get some things from the hardware store since you can drive” She leaned over to pick up her {color} bonnet. “Mike you don’t got no friends to take you? Back home I always got a ride somewhere” She shakes off the bonnet before putting it on the dresser. “That’s what happens when your home schooled” She rolled her eyes, ‘It’s not my problem he’s a loner’ She thought 

“Well, it sounds to me that you and granddad got personal problems. Tell him I’m still slumped” Mike sighed shaking his head seeing the girl’s head hit the pillow. “Come on Y/n, you’re lucky enough that granddad ain’t making you work” She grumbled curses under her breath, damn that man. “The least you can do is run into town!” “Goddammit Mikey, Fine! Give me like, an hour. I wanna shower” Mike nods, leaving the room for her to get ready. “God I want to go home already” She got up and opened the dresser drawer to grab a shower cap

~

“Listen hear girl, you only going to the hardware store!” 

Y/n hums as she skillfully laid her edges with the toothbrush in the bathroom, barely hearing the old man yell at her. She knew she had more plans then just to go to a damn hardware store, like seriously. If she wasn’t going to be confined in the house, the least she can do is explore. 

“Are you listening to me Y/n!” Y/n sits the toothbrush on the sink, grabbing her black bandanna and walking out the bathroom. She laid it across her edges and went into the kitchen. “Of course granddad” She replied, sarcasm hinted in her voice. “Now what am I exactly going to the hardware store to get? Sum bolts or sum?” Leory shook his head at the girl as he handed her the keys

“My tractor needa oil change, I need you to go grab oil, spark plug, and a wheel” Y/n eyebrow furrowed at the mention of a wheel. “A wheel? Like a Wheel Wheel? The wheel for that big thing?” Leory nodded much to her annoyance. “Grandad, how am I supposed to get it in the back of the pick up?” She whined. Leory laughed, dismissing her by waving his hand. “Figure it out girl!”  Y/n walks out, grumbling to herself. How the hell is she supposed to get that big ass wheel in the back of the truck? She walks outside to the driveway, unlocking the door and starting up the car. “Hey Y/n!” She looks over her shoulder to see Mike running over to the old truck. “What do you want brat?” She teases with a smile, her smile soon dropped seeing him rubbing the back of his head. “I forgot to say, If you see a blue trans am stand clear. You do not want to get in their path” Y/n rolls her eyes, putting the her foot on the brake as she shifts the gear into drive.

“You think I’m scared of some white kids? Boy please. I’ll be back!” Mike backs away from the truck, watching her pull out of the driveway and down the road. 

~

Y/n spent the first hour searching for the store, Leory didn’t even give her any directions to the store. “At least this town is nice” She shrugs as she circles the block once again. A honk behind her made her check her rear mirror, only to see the car pulling up next to her. She looks over to see a man rolling down his window, she was hesitant to do the same but did follow suit. 

“Aye, you lost?” Y/n blinks, getting a good look at what she could see of him in his car. He was wearing a band tee and a yellow hat, he also had a bandanna that matched hers on his wrist. “Yeah” She finally replied leaning out the window. “You know where the hardware store is ‘round here?” The boy chuckled, clicking his tongue in amusement. “I’m actually headed there right now, you down to follow?”

“Hell yeah” Y/n cheered seeing him take his foot off the brake and move forward. This might be easier then she thought

~ 

As the strange boy in the blue car promised, he lead her to the hardware store. She missed the place by a mile given where it was at. Y/n parks the car, taking the key out of the ignition. She got out to greet the boy who led her to the place, to at least say thank you. But she saw him already walk in the store, she sped up to meet him. 

“Hey!” She smiled tapping him on his shoulder. He turned around and looked down at her, man he was tall. “You seriously walked off before I could thank you dude” That word felt funny coming out her mouth but she rolled with it. “I mean, It’s the least I could do after seeing you aimless circle the block” He chuckled, the both of them began talking and walking together

“Oh, so now you throwin shots?” She laughed as she watched him look up on the shelves. “If the shoe fits princess” Her heart slightly jumped hearing him call her that, but yet she was slightly freaked out. “Oh shut your mouth” He laughed as he turned back to her. He scanned her up and down before his eyes landed on her shirt. “You like Metallica?” Y/n looks down at her shirt, she forgot she had this old thing. 

“Yeah, what about it” Y/n questioned as they walked to the next isle. “I didn’t know that someone like you likes that type of music” She rolls her eyes at that sentence, somethings are too good to be true. “What? A black girl like me can’t listen to ‘your’ type of music?” She said doing air quotes, the boy rubs the back of his head. “I never really said that, but alright” “But you were implying it” She counters. “What’s your name, white boy?” “White boy?” He questioned picking up a pair of pliers. “You’re white, are you not?” She teases glancing at the shelf, her eyes landing on a big jug of oil. 

“The names Reggie, but my friends call me Belch” He watched as she picked up the jug of oil, a confused look appearing in his eye. Why would she need that? “Oooh! We friends just like that?” She grins holding the oil container in her hand. “Why they call you Belch?” An evil grin spread on his face, he leaned down to her to ear, Y/n backed away at this. “The hell you doin?” She asked slightly irritated. “Damn! Calm down, Does it look like Imma hurt you?” He saw how the girl gave him a sarcastic stare. “The sixties weren’t that long ago” Y/n started to walk out the isle, Reggie trailing not far behind. 

“Seriously, You asked why they called me Belch! I was gonna tell you!” Y/n rolls her eyes, how stupid does he think she is? “What? Were you gonna burp in my ear or sum shit?” Reggie fell silent, he cracking a half smile that made her laugh. “Oh my god, You seriously was gonna burp in my ear?” “What? Noooo I would never!” She couldn’t help but smile seeing him on the verge of laughter. “Okay, maaybe I was” “Asshole” Y/n shot back, reaching up to press his hat over his eyes. “Don’t do that!” He moved her hand, she laughs backing away. 

“You know where the spark plug isle is? I need one for a tractor” Reggie was a bit taken back by that, a girl like her is a farm girl? “Yeah uh, Next isle over” He said taking her over to the isle. “You a farm girl?” “Hell no” She quickly dismissed. “Im spending the summer with my cousin who happens to live on a farm” Y/n looks up at all the spark plugs lined up. “You a white male, pick which one would work for a tractor” “Just because I’m white doesn’t mean I know how tractors work but” Reggie reaches up to grab a plug, “This might work” He looked and saw how full her hands were with the container. “I’ll hold it for you” He reassures making Y/n smile.

 “So, Are you gonna tell me your name or what?” It went over Y/n’s head that she didn’t tell him her name. “I’m Y/n, I thought I told you my name earlier” She shrugs as they walked to the cash register. “Nah, I was hoping that you tell me sooner” Reggie smiles as they placed their things on the counter. “Hey, Can you ring me up one of those tractor wheels?” The cashier looks behind him grabbing the wheel and rolling it on the floor. “Get that for me Reggie will you?” Y/n said as she pulled out the cash her grandfather gave her. 

The two of them walked out of the store, Reggie rolling the wheel for Y/n all the way to the truck. “So tell me Y/n, You in a gang?” Y/n coughed, that question caught her off guard. “You do know that the black bandanna doesn’t mean your gang affiliated right?” Y/n watched as Reggie puts the wheel in the back of the truck, strapping it down to make it secure. “Not true” He said pointing to his black bandanna. Y/n rolls her eyes, of course the white boy thinks he’s gang affiliated. “Boy please, You ain’t White boy Rick” She cackles, “You probably have a close group of friends and yall probably started calling a gang” She saw how he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes were avoiding hers. 

“Which, May I add, isn’t what a gang is. But you do you boo” Y/n walks over to him, smiling. “Thanks for your help today man, I had no idea how I was gonna get that wheel back there” Reggie lets out a laugh. “It was no problem, I was wondering why a girl was going to the hardware store” Y/n rolls her eyes, of course he had to talk about that. “I know stuff about cars” “Oh really?” Reggie challenged. “That Blue car over there, what type is it?” Y/n looks over at his blue car, squinting her eyes. “I don’t know the breed of cars, the hell I look like? You?” She laughed seeing him roll his eyes. “But I do know how to change a tire!” 

“Good enough for me” Reggie shrugs. “So, Are you gonna be in town tomorrow?” Y/n thinks, Mike did ask her a day prior to take him to hang with his friends. “Most likely, Why?” She asked, she leaned on the side of the truck. “How about I show you around town since your from the city, or at least I’m assuming” Y/n smiles, nodding quickly. “Better than sittin in the house doing a whole lotta  nothin, I’ll meet you here around twelve!” Reggie grins, “Yeah! I-I mean” He coughs, trying to die down his excitement. “Yeah, I’ll see you here” Y/n started to get in the truck, closing the door. 

Reggie had moved away and when she pulled out and went her own way, he mentally screamed. “Hell yes” He grins going to his car, he couldn’t wait to tell the guys. 

~

“What’s with your sudden change of heart and taking me to see my friends?” Mike watched as Y/n went through the closet to pick out some clothes for tomorrow. “What? I can’t just be a good cousin?” Y/n smiled throwing a shirt on her bed. “I didn’t know you actually had friends, like seriously I’d thought you were some loner weirdo” Mike crossed his arms, “Are you trying to throw digs at me? Like you aren’t the one who listens to heavy metal like you’re white?” 

“Music has no race, Mikey” Y/n hums picking out a pair of shorts. “I may or may have not met someone, and they wanna take me around town. Mind ya damn business” “Your business IS my business” She rolls her eyes. As she went through her closet, she could only think about what Reggie really had in store for tomorrow.    

[idkwhatimdoinghere89]

Snow Day

Elliot Alderson x Female reader 2,125 words Warnings: Marijuana use, Alcohol use, Mostly fluff, mild to moderate suggestive sexual situations. ***** Sunday, December 1 My phone buzzed.

"Im on my way"

Elliot lived about 10 mins from my apartment, so it normally wasnt a bad walk except tonight the snow was expected to total about 14" within the city. Snow wasnt my cup of tea but its one of those few things that made Elliot happy. Like a school boy who just learned he didnt have to go to school and would run outside to build a snowman or flop down and make snow angels and just rejoice in the cold flurries that floated around him, the flakes softly landing on the tip of his nose and quickly melting away.

"Okay, see you soon" I quickly typed before setting my phone down on the kitchen counter

I had just gotten home from work and all I could think about was cracking open a bottle of red and snuggling with my boyfriend on the couch under a big fluffy blanket, watching old movies as the snow came down, tommorow being a guaranteed snow day for us and all.

I changed into a warm, ribbed henley shirt and bulky grey sweatpants that im pretty sure belonged to Elliot that I had aquired.

'So much better' I thought to myself. I opened the linen closet in the hallway to retreive the blanket and tossed it into the dryer on high just to fluff and warm it up a little. I went to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and check my hair and face. A few minutes later I came out and grabbed a bottle of red from the wine rack on the counter when my phone buzzed.

"Hey, Im here." I grew slightly confused.

"Okay, come on up!" I responded.

"Will you come down and take a walk with me?"

My heart skipped a beat. Elliot was in a rough patch with his mental state, I knew this weather made him happy.. so I obliged. I loved him more than myself so, naturally, I would do anything to make him happy. Just to keep him like this. This was my Elliot.

"Sure just give me a minute, Ill be right down."

I ran to my room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a bulky hoodie and threw them on. I got to the front door and slipped on my boots as I grabbed my beanie and slipped my coat over the hoodie. I despised the cold and snow, but like I said before.. anything for him. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the elevator.

I walked out of the small lobby and saw Elliot standing right on the sidewalk near the edge of the street, hoodie off, face torwards the sky. It was unusual, normally he tries to blend into the concrete or the side of the buildings in this city but tonight his demeanor was so childlike, it made my heart melt. I opened the door and was met with a blast of arctic air that immediatley sent chills thru me. I shivered as I approached him. He turned just as I got to him.

"Hey" he smiled, that warm, happy, content smile that damn near took my breath away.

"What are ya doin out here? Having fun?" I teased with a smile as I leaned in to give him just a quick kiss, PDA not being his favorite thing.

As our lips pressed, he lingered a little bit longer by putting both his hands on my head, cradling my jaw lightly. We kissed lightly for another few seconds before he pulled back, my jaw still cradled, and he smiled once again. I could feel the pure bliss radiating off of him.

This is my Elliot.

He softly grabs my hand as he smiles down at me. And off we go.

We chatted about our weekend, I hadnt seen him in a couple days so I was really looking forward to seeing him tonight and just relaxing together. The snowfall was that very quiet, relaxing, almost eerie snowfall. It was bizzare for the city to be this quiet. Him and I just strolled hand in hand for a few blocks, taking our time, chatting and what not. That was when a gust blew by, stinging my skin. I flinch and squeeze my eyes shut in response.

"Jesus it got 20 degrees colder!" I laughed while in pain

"Aw, come on, lets head back." he said.

By the time we got back to the entrance to the apartment complex it really did feel like it dropped a substantial amount in temperature. We finally got to the front door to my apartment as I entered the code to unlock the door. I audibly shook the cold air from my body and dramatically shivered as we stood by the entryway, flopping our boots off. I headed to the thermostat to up the temperature.

"You are such a baby" Elliot teased me.

"Im sorry, you know I love being warm!" I immediatley responded.

I walked over to the fireplace in the living room, turning it on. It was a fake but it certainly was nice ambiance.

Elliot shrugged off his hoodie and hung it by my coat near the front door. He then promtly took his seat at his spot on the couch. Giving a light stretch, he extended his arms and folded them behind his head, leaning back, just staring blankly at the dark tv. I yanked the hoodie off the threw it over a barstool next to the counter.

"Hmm." I said loud enough to grab his attention.

He looks over at me, snapping out of whatever day dream he was in with the powered down tv.

"Whats wrong?" he asked curiously.

"I know how we can get a little warmer.." I said with a grin.

"Oh yeah? Hows that?" he asked with a slightly devilish grin.

I smiled and headed down the hallway torwards the bathroom. Pulling the shower curtain out of the way I began to run hot water in the tub. I grabbed some lavender bath melts from a glass jar on a shelf, plopping them into the steaming water. I grabbed a lighter from a drawer and lit some candles, illuminating the bathroom.

Before I knew it the tub was nearly full. I turned it off and dimmed the lights and I headed out to the living room where Elliot had seemingly resumed his daydreaming until he heard me and glanced over at me with a content smile on his face, fully knowing my intentions. I said nothing but extended out my hand to him. He softly grabbed it and followed me to the bathroom.

"Go ahead, Ill grab some towels." I said.

He obliged and pulled his shirt off, followed by his pants, and boxer breifs, tossing them in a pile. I grabbed them and threw them in the washer, starting a small express load immediatley. I came back into the bathroom a minute later where he was fully submerged with just his little head poking out from the bubbles.

"Youre too good to me." he said with the same smile that melted me.

"Well its pointless to get clean then put on dirty clothes again, babe." I lightly teased.

"Oh wait!" I said while running to my room. I returned a few seconds later with a freshly packed bowl I had prepped that morning, anticipating Elliots arrival. He hummed in approval at the sight of me holding the bowl. I handed it to him as he reached up, shaking any excess water from his hands. Taking a huge hit, slowly blowing the smoke outward. Setting the bowl on a nearby shelf.

His eyes began to scan my body. Clearly it was my turn to hop in.

I smiled lightly and pulled my shirt from my body, tossing it to the floor. I unhooked my bra and slowly slid it off, exposing my chest. I made eye contact with him as my hands went to my button on my jeans, I tilted my head down a little and my long, dark, tousled hair flopped delicatley just past my cheek, past my collarbone landing on my breast in the worlds most perfect timing. I smiled to him an innocent little grin as I pulled my jeans down along with my underwear. Standing fully and dragging my jeans with my foot to its designated pile. His eyes blinked softly, matching his sweet smile. He never once stared at any particular part of my body, just my face.

"Youre so beautiful." he nearly whispered. I shyly smiled back and slowly eased into the hot water.

A little time goes by as we laugh and joke around, taking turns taking a few hits off the bowl, talking to eachother about absolutley whatever as we faced eachother from opposite ends of the tub. My foot in his hand, as he rubbed it lightly.

"Thank you" he said after a solid minute of blissful silence.

"For what?" I asked curiously.

"For taking a walk with me. I know you dont exactly love the snow." he said.

"I dont mind as long as im with you, El." I said flashing a content smile. "..thanks for warming up with me." I continued.

He responded with another smile. A few minutes later, we decided pruning wasnt a cute look. We both got out and wrapped up immediatley in a couple huge fluffy towels.

"Im gonna throw your stuff in the dryer, in my top drawer theres a pair of breifs you left here a few weeks ago..." He nodded and went to my room.

I dried off completley before wrapping the towel around my body and walked over to switch his clothes. I threw the fluffy blanket on the couch, it was still nice and warm from being in the dryer. He emerged a minute later wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer breifs. I tried but failed miserably to hide my eyes as they scanned his toned chest and stomach. He practically frolicked by me and laid down on the couch, exhaling lightly as his body plopped down.

'Im gonna cuddle that so good tonight.' I thought to myself.

I went to my room and put on what I originally had on before I met him earlier in the tundra that was outside. Along with some thick fuzzy socks.

I came out and stopped to grab a couple glasses from the cabinet, using a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine I had selected earlier.

"You want some, baby?" I glanced over to him as he was staring out the huge window, watching the snow fall. TV still off. He looked so peaceful.

"Sure." he said, barely audible.

I smiled to myself and poured.

I set both glasses down on the coffee table and headed over to the window to get a glance outside. A very noticable amount of snow had fallen since we came up. I was snapped out of my observation when I heard his voice crack ever so subtly.. "come here.."

I looked over to him and was met with bright blue/green eyes. The flicker from the fireplace cast a beautiful reflection. I got lost in them as they were the most blissful Ive ever seen him look. I slowly walked to the couch and laid next to him and snuggled in, pulling the blanket over us. I positioned myself half on top, half off of him inward torwards the back of the couch with my hand resting on his bare chest, and my head nuzzled just under his shoulder. We decided on an old black and white movie.

About half way thru my eyes became heavy from the marijuana/red wine haze when I suddenly felt the heat that was his hand running up and down my back, under my shirt. As he ran his hand back down, it hugged my torso, running along my hip bone.

"Mmm.." I exhaled with a closed mouth. I nudged my head into him, lightly kissing the skin around his pec. I could tell he was awake by his breathing. His right hand gently covered mine that was resting on his chest, squeezing it lightly. I looked up to him to be met with half hooded eyes, as If he was already watching me. I reached over and pressed my lips against his. Reminicent of our kiss earlier, just.. way heavier. Way deeper. It was certainly getting warmer. His hand began to trail up my back once more, only on the downward stroke he reached in a little further. My hand now matching his movements as I softly stroked down his chest, then his stomach...

Our breathing slowed down, but I certainly began to wake up.

[spideythotsblog]

pancake breakfasts (tom holland x reader)

requested: hi um so maybe you and tom (who is ur best friend) go to the bar for some fun and some guy tries drugging your drink (whether he does or not is up to u) and tom protects you and brings you home safe. (also u can add other stuff idrk how to do this)

summary: ^ i mean there it is basically HAHA

warning: some foul language, date rape drug

word count: 1776

you stare out the window and watch the people on the sidewalks. some are just standing there, some are walking, maybe even a light jog to get where they need to be.

you let out a little sigh you didn't know you were keeping in and looked to your left. tom was sitting on his phone, not paying attention. you playfully smacked his phone from behind, sending it down on his feet.

"you're a bitch," he laughs picking up his phone but this time placing it on his lap.

you smile, turning your head back to the window and see the red and green neon lights that read: HOLLYWOOD CLUB CRAWL.

"yeah, this is it on the right!" you said to your uber driver, he nodded and pulled over letting you and tom.

tom takes your hand and you both run across the street to the club. you get inside with no problem and find a spot at the bar. you both had pregamed just a little bit.

just a little.

"YOU. ARE. MY BEST FRIEND," tom yelled downing a shot and pointing at you.

"you're MY BEST FRIEND TOO," you said back astonished. "i am-i am gonna go dance now!" you stuttered, hoping off your bar stool.

you reached your hand back for tom to grab to come dance. he shook his head and you frowned. "i have to use the bathroom, i'll be-be right back," he stammered, taking his phone in hand and heading off to the bathroom.

you turned around and went out onto the dance floor. you quickly were asked to dance by a man slightly taller than you. he had jet black hair and was wearing khaki shorts and a button up.

you nodded your head because, what the hell! right? you danced with him and ended up grinding on him to the music.

"you're so hot," he whispered in your ear. you kinda ignored it and kept dancing, the alcohol in your system making you more confident than usual.

that's when the guy, who you didn't even know his name started grabbing you where you didn't want to be grabbed. that's when you stopped dancing and turned towards him.

thinking quick you said, "my boyfriend is waiting for me! i better go!" you turned to leave without letting him respond.

as you turned he grabbed your arm, "boyfriend?" he shouted over the music.

"yep!" you tugged on your arm.

"damn, alright!" he let go and made his way deeper in the dance floor. with a sigh you go back to your bar stool and tom was just returning from the bathroom.

you decided not to tell him, knowing he would spend the rest of the night making sure you were safe and you didn't want a babysitter.

you downed a few more shots, alongside tom. finally asking the bartender for a glass of beer. and you decided that would be your last drink.  at least for a while.

tom wanted to dance now, pulling you out on the dance floor with your beer still in hand. you both danced crazily to the music alongside other drunk girls and guys who planned to hook up.

"hold on!" you scream and run to put your drink down on the table, coming back seconds later to keep dancing.

tom spun you around and quickly pulled you in close to him.

you had never really noticed but his eyebrow had this thing where is kinda swooped up. you don't know why but you found it kind of cute in the moment. you were so close to him that you could notice small details of his face.

the bridge in his nose from breaking it so many times. the small scar on his chin from his brothers and him roughhousing, his unusually small but very adorable lips, and the specs of joy in his hazel eyes. you couldn't help but just start to smile at him.

it had felt like light years of you being that close to him. being as drunk as you were, you sorta started to lean in to kiss him.

but he pulled back and started stammering.

"fuck, i'm-im sorry i-" you started saying, backing up a little bit.

"no, it's okay. really i-"

but you had already started walking away. back to the bar to down the entire rest of your beer. you can't believe you just did that.

not even because you're best friends, you both had kissed before it's not like it's weird.

it's because you sorta had feelings for him in way that wasn't just best friends. you wanted more than just friends.

you wanted pancake breakfasts after a sleep over, you wanted to cuddle while watching scary movies, for him to cuddle you even tighter during the scary parts, you wanted goodbye and hello kisses.

you wanted to go on cute dates to the cinema, having a waitress know your order at a small diner, going to the beach at sunset with him, and just be a couple.

you wanted a relationship with him.

tom just wanted to be friends. which is fine. it's perfectly fine.

you got back to the bar after what felt like ages and grabbed your beer and chugged it hard. tom had followed close behind you and began speaking.

he was speaking but you couldn't hear any of the words he was saying. it was like he was mouthing his words. you went to speak and all that came out was stutters and nothingness.

you began to look around, your vision was hazy and very unsteady but you could see the guy from before at the other end of the bar, he was watching you.

you looked back to your drink and then back to tom who had noticed something was wrong.

taking in a deep breath, you tried to take a few steps but fell to your knees. you could hear tom yell your name and try and help you up. after a while everything just went black.

**

you let out a deep groan and opened your eyes.

your head was pounding but you were back in toms apartment, laying in his bed.

you looked over and he was no where to be found, you looked to the bed side table and saw a bottle of water and motrin.

you smiled at how sweet he was. you took three motrin and downed the water bottle.

it took everything in you to move but once you did you were fine.

somehow you were now wearing an over sized t shirt and baggy sweat pants. you shook your head, not caring and went downstairs.

you saw tom in the kitchen and he was cooking.

he was making pancakes.

"hi," you said softly, squinting your eyes at the bright lights in his apartment.

"oh my gosh, hi," tom gasped, coming around the island and giving you a hug. to which you returned. "are you okay? how do you feel? did you take the motrin? i hope you don't mind i got you-"

"tom i'm fine, yes i took the motrin. thank you," he smiled back at you.

"good," he took your hand and brought you to the chair at the island and sat you down and he returned to making pancakes.

"what, uh, what happened last night?" you asked. maybe you could play it off like you didn't remember trying to kiss him, maybe he doesn't even remember he was quite drunk too.

"some asshole drugged your drink, the bartender went back and looked at the films. after you passed out they arrested him,"

"holy shit-"

"you really scared me," he said to you, looking up from the pancakes and starring directly at you. "i thought you were gonna, well, uh, die."

"i didn't, i'm okay."

"i know, and i'm thanking every god on the world for that," he sighed.

you decided to just come clean. "i'm sorry that i tried to kiss you, i was just really drunk-"

"you only did it because you were drunk?" he interrupted you quickly.

"y-yeah," you looked down, playing with your hands.

"oh,"

there was a little silence after that. you didn't want to come clean with everything just yet. he doesn't need to know about your weird crush on him.

"why're you, uh, making pancakes?"

he smirked, "because when we got home last night and i put you in bed you kept mumbling in your sleep that you wanted a pancake breakfast after a sleepover."

you laughed along with him.

"you also said that you wanted to cuddle watching scary movies, goodbye and hello kisses, dates to the cinema. you just kinda kept talking," he was fully smirking now, but only looking at the pancakes he was making.

you were utterly horrified. you kept your stare down at your hands, popping your fingers and playing with them, not sure what else to do.

he said your name and you looked up. "i pulled back last night because i was scared you were just doing it because you were drunk."

"what?"

"i didn't want to kiss you only to find out you just did it because you were drunk. i would want it to mean something.." he trailed off.

he flipped a pancake and slowly looked up at you.

he had the cutest puppy dog eyes there could ever be.

"you're right, it- it wouldn't have meant anything to me last night," he looked down, almost hurt. you got up off your chair and went next to him.

you tugged on the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, reaching up you cupped his cheek. "but it means something now." you leaned up a tiny bit and kissed him.

he didn't even have to think about kissing you back, he just did it. he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you closer- if that was even possible- and dropped the spatula on the counter with his other hand which he placed on your cheek as well.

"can i tell you something?" he asked pulling away, you nodded. "i wasted so many years by not telling you how i felt, because i think you felt the exact same  way, the entire time."

"we're really stupid, aren't we?" you both laughed and you kissed him again.

[thorsstorms]

Abroad pt 14

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 3k

Warnings: There is nothing much in this chapter, but i will start adding this as a warning: This chapter talks about pregnancy, as well as the next. If you have problems regarding pregnancies, or anything that MAY or MAY NOT come along with one, please continue with caution. 

A/N: if you want to be tagged, PLEASE SEND AS AN ASK. And I do have a question if you would. This chapter is shorter than most of the others, almost cut in half in comparison. Do you mind my long 6K chapters? or you would you prefer they be shorter with more frequent updates? When I finish a chapter and it turns out to be that long, its because i add so much that it is well rounded by itself, scene wise. just let me know please! :)

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It was barely two hours later before you woke from measly slumber. Not even sure if you could actually call it sleep, more like a haze in and out of consciousness. The alarm was telling that it was time to get India up and ready for school. This was a moment that had been filled with dread in your mind. You figured she would be in a sort of mood all day because it was you dropping her off and picking her up, not her father.

You found her cuddled into the large bed, buried beneath the fluffy white blanket with tear stained cheeks. The image was one to break anyone’s heart. You tiptoed further into the room wanting to wake her up slowly so you could gauge her mood. The bed dipped down as you crawled in front of her and laid down, brushing hair out of her face. She woke slowly, cuddling into you while you whispered good mornings and that it was time to get ready for school.

She didn’t speak much during the morning. Yes and no answers were all that you could get out of her, but you were grateful enough that she wasn’t crying or acting out. She sat silently on the bathroom counter while you braided her hair back, and tucked her lip gloss into her pocket.

Bri was awake and staying with the boys while you were taking her to school. You spoke with her teacher real quick while India walked quietly to her spot at the table and sat down, watching the other kids start on their morning activity.

“Her father left this morning, she usually has trouble behaving for a day or two. But this is her first time being in school, and if you feel like she would be better spending a day at home to recuperate please don’t hesitate to call me. She was very calm this morning but if you sense other wise…” Regina, she told you to call her by her first name, was quick to stop you, saying she understands and will let you know how the day goes. The lip gloss was brought up just so she wouldn’t get in trouble for having it. “It’s her favorite thing right now, keeps her in a better mood.”

You sighed once you got to the car. She was your little best friend and seeing her be so numb this morning was something that you couldn’t get off your mind. You had never had to experience missing your parents for such great lengths of time as a child. Besides an uncle in the military, you always had your family with you. Trying to make her feel as if she isn’t lonely was on the top of your priorities. Hoping she would make some new friends in her class, or be there for her with school activities was next. Being the one to fill the role is one of the hard parts of a job like this. Either they see that you are trying your best to play the part, or they think it’s annoying and want you to back off.

By the time you were back both boys were sitting on top of the kitchen counters with bowls of cereal, Bri standing in front of them with her own. The sight of her was a flush of reminder of last night, and then this morning, somehow allowing Chris to walk out the door without telling him.

You hid the contradiction on your face and greeted them all. Sasha was the first to offer you some of his bowl because he got the last of the fruit loops, but you politely declined.

“Does your tummy still not like breakfast?” His innocent voice was full of curiosity, completely serious. You nodded and told him you would have some juice instead and wait a little.

You went upstairs to pick out the boys some clothes for the day. It was your favorite thing to do. You were greeted with a lovely dirty pull-up on the floor beside Triatan’s bed. The child never learns. You just shook your head at it and proceeded to the closet and setting the clothes on the couch outside their rooms. The boy of the hour was already bounding up the stairs to find where you went.

His eyes landed on yours, which were not the happiest. He knew what the look was for. You expected him to go in there and pick up the pull-up and take it to the trash can in the bathroom, where it belongs. But instead he walked past the door and went for his clothes. He got dressed. The went into the bathroom and brushed his hair. He walked out of the bathroom, aiming for the stairs before you said anything to him.

“Tris, room. Now. You know better,” he ignored you, turning and sitting on the couch looking at the bucket of legos that was appealing to him. “It goes in the trash, not on the floor.” He ignored you again, picking up his tablet from the grey couch cushion.

Bri and Sasha were walking up the stairs, minding their own as Sasha grabbed his clothes and walked to his room. You looked at Bri with a look of help, before saying it again, “Tristan, go pick up your pull-up and put it in the trash.”

“No,” he said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

“What?”

“I said no!” He yelled back at you, “You’re not my mama!”

He hopped from the couch and took the tablet with him, shutting the bedroom door behind him. You couldn’t bring yourself to follow him anyway. You stared in his direction feeling shock come over you. At first it was a ‘how dare he’ and then it turned into a ‘he’s right’.

You couldn’t replace their mother, nor would you ever try. Its you that feeds them, bathes them, read them bedtime stories, brushes their hair for them in the mornings, puts band-aids on owies, and comforts them when their are sad. But you are not their ‘mama’.

“Hey,” Bri’s voice finally came through for you to hear. Her hands were keeping you facing her, waiting for you to register that she was trying to get your attention. “He’s a child acting out, okay. Just ignore him.”

Her finger tips scraped across your cheek. You pushed away from her after realizing that a stupid stray tear or two were escaping at your own peril. You wiped your face and turned away from her, ready to go down stairs until another little voice broke your attention. Right, there is another little boy up here.

“(Y/n) are you sad?” His curiosity was one of the purest things in the world, though it can sometimes be more than annoying, it was everything you expected from the four year old and everything you loved about him.

“Just a little buddy, but I’ll be okay.” Your answer was one age appropriate, and enough for him not to worry. He walked back into the room and retrieved his blankey from the bed and drug it out of the door way with him.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you down the stairs. You looked back at Bri and she just shrugged her shoulders and followed as well. He led you to the movie room, instructing you to sit on the couch with his blankey. He reached for the remote from a basket on the table and gave it to you, telling you to put on your favorite movie.

“When I get sad, you put on Cars or Ninja Turtles.” His purposeful motions were making sense to you now. When he is in a mood this is what he gets to do and he wants to do it for you. He climbs up the couch next you and throws the blanket over your legs and sits into your side. The actions were something to warm your heart and all that is good in the world. It took you a second to gather yourself to not cry at how sweet he was being.

“Are you gonna watch a movie?” He asks after you sat there staring at him, not taking action to put something on.

“Yea, yea.” You flipped through a bit before settling on Moana, it was your favorite, and you couldn’t not sing along.

It was only maybe 20 minutes into the movie when Tristan came walking solemnly through the doorway with Bri looming behind him. Blonde hair hung around his face lowly as feet padded across the carpet to the couch, standing in front of you. You held out your arms for him and he leaned into you giving you hug while you pulled him up and onto your lap. He muttered an ‘Im sorry’ into your shoulder.

“Listen,” you told him, pressing the small shoulders back from you so he could see your face, though he avoided your eyes, “I know you got upset earlier, and that’s okay, it’s just feelings.” He tried to hide his face again but you held his shoulders back until he lifted his head again. “I know you miss your mama, Tris. And Papa too, I miss him too. And I know I’m not your mama, I will never try to be your mama, but I do love you so, so much. Do you know that?”

His small head nod was quaint, small fingers brushed over the top of your hair on your shoulder to keep his hands busy while you talked to him.

“But even though I love you so, so much,” you repeat yourself, “I don’t like it when you raise your voice at me. Do I raise my voice at you?”

He shook his head no, but he let you know that Papa does.

“So what are we gonna do tomorrow morning before we come down stairs for breakfast?”

“Put my pull up in the trash bin.”

“That’s right.”

It was surprising to see both boys stay calm enough to watch the whole movie because it was still morning time and they were not tired. They watched the whole movie again, not that you were complaining. Bri entertained herself down stairs while you took a while to do some school stuff with the boys. It was never a lot, just some small words for reading, simple books, and puzzles.

When you came down with them to make some lunch, Bri already had bags of take-out setting on top of the counter. She just shrugged and said, “Postmates.”

“I made you a doctors appointment.” She told once the boys had their food and were sitting on the back patio. It was unexpected for her to do, but to say you were grateful was an understatement. “Its tomorrow morning, I’ll stay with the boys, but you need to go after you drop off India. And then I need to go so I can make it to classes the next day.”

The girl had stopped everything to come be with you, and you knew if she could she would stay longer but you weren’t that selfish.

The food on your plate suddenly became bitter to look at, losing your appetite was now nothing knew. Whether it was from being weary or your body just not wanting it was hard to tell, but what you did know was that your favorite tacos from Miss Margarita’s did not look so yummy at the moment.  

Your day flew by as did so many others previous to it. You were kept busy all the time and though you were happy for it, by the time Chris called you, you were ready to slink into unconsciousness on the cloudy bed.

His voice made your eyes widen again after realizing they were slowly closing. “Princess, you can sleep, don’t let me keep you up.”

“No, no, I want to talk to you. I miss you. And I like hearing what you’ve been doing. Its entertaining.” The energy you put into your voice was less than convincing, but regardless it was the truth.

“I know, its crazy stuff. India hasn’t said anything about school when I talked to her.” His voice trailed waiting for you to pick it up.

“Her teacher said she was good today, quiet, but good. But she expects all the kids to start rallying up the more they get to know each other. She said she keeps the lipgloss on at all times, and takes it with her to lunch and out on the playground.” The sound of his laugh was refreshing. You missed the sound, how it set a warming tone in your chest to see him giggly. It just reminds you that you made him upset his last night home. That was time you could have spent hearing his voice in person, right next to you but you ruined it.

I’m ready for you to come home again, I know it has only been like what, less than 36 hours, but I want you back already. It was what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him but you knew it would just make him feel bad for a decision you pushed him to make. That was what you were not going to do. It was a good choice for him to sign the contract, a good choice for him in the media, a good choice financially. There are so many people that were affected positively, millions who were awaiting the next film. But you were just one person, one who could - would have to - stick it out for everyone else.

“Guess what I did today?” You ought to say something before he tries to hang up again so you could sleep. “The boys and I went into the movie room and watched Moana, but all I could think about was you. When we were sat down there after I first moved in, falling asleep on the couch.”

“You know what?” He asked looking towards the camera. “That was when I knew I was going to fall in love with you.” The sentiment was true, you knew that night that you were also in trouble. “Your hair was crazy like you had been at the water all day, and your skin was much tanner than before I left. But you fit in like a missing puzzle piece.”

“You can stop now, you might make me cry.” You could already feel a lump in your throat, tears welling up closely behind. He had know idea of the stress you were about to unload on him. He smiled at your tone of voice thinking it was one of love and happiness. It was the tone of sorrow. You were tired, emotional all day and him being more than you deserved was another crack in your wall.

“I'm counting down the days already, Princess. 26 days and I’ll be home for 7. Your brother will be there. We are gonna get so rowdy. Fun, it’s gonna be fun. Do you think you could bare it?”

“Of course I can.” It wasn’t much longer when you fell asleep.

The doctors appointment was faster than you expected, but then again it wasn’t like you had done it before. You left with an ultrasound picture of almost nothing, an eight week old almost nothing. A tiny little bean surrounded by empty black and white. The black sported a small smudge when you realized a lone tear found its way. You sat in the driver's seat staring down at the little picture in your lap.

What is it with being so goddamn full of tears all the time. Like the slightest thing could make you tear up. It was frustrating and you didn’t understand it. You were hungry, wanting tacos all the time but you can’t bring yourself to eat when they are in front of you. Wanting to call Chris selfishly just to talk to him but you knew he had to be sleeping, so you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. A stupid small headache that never goes away because of the tears that are always hiding in the midst. It was enough to drive a person crazy.

Your eyes scanned the parking lot around you, full on paranoid that someone was watching you, but with the early hour there were only a few empty cars to keep yours company.

A small peptalk was what you needed in the moment. The self deprecating thoughts were not going to get you anywhere and you knew it. There was no more need to think about what ifs, but where you were now needed to be on your mind. No more thinking about how terrified you were that he was going to be upset, or how your family was going to feel about it. What your dad was going to think.

Bri sat with you in the living room after the boys were down for their nap, you could still hear banging around up there, but you didn’t have the energy to go up there and tell them to settle. She held the tear stained picture of a little bean in her hands with a smile on her face.

“You can’t tell Ty, you can’t.” Her eyes flicked to your own strained red ones from keeping the tears away. “I will when he comes, when Chris comes. I want to do it.”

She nodded in agreement, “Of course.”

After packing her things she left after lunch, ready for a lonely slow drive back to the city. The city you did not miss. It was fun while it lasted but you couldn’t imagine going back, especially with a child.

With a child.  

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[buckyspetpsychopath]

We’re perfect

David dobrik x reader

Vlog squad

A/N: this was requested, and I wrote this from my phone notes so I hope this is ok! 😊

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I open the door to David’s house instantly hearing the laughter and chatter. I smile and walk in and over the the living room where everyone was sprawled out. Carly is the first to notice me there and smiles, getting up to hug me. I go around the room giving people hugs after not seeing them for a week. When I make it to David the first thing I notice is his pissed off expression. Everyone falls back into their own conversations as I sit myself down on davids lap like I usually do.

“What are you doing here?” He hisses and I’m a little taken back.

“Uhm I texted you. But you didn’t respond and I saw on Instagram that people were here and I haven’t seen you for a couple days so I thought I’d come over.” I mumble and he scoffs.

“When I didnt respond wasn’t that an indicator that I didn’t want you to come. You’re always here, I need some space” he whines pushing me off him onto the couch next to him. My eyes fill with tears but I look away from him.

“Fine, whatever have your space I don’t care” I hiss back at him quietly before standing up. I cough a little to choke back my tears. “Uhm. I just realised, Ive got somewhere I need to be and I’m gonna be late so I’ll see you guys later” I announce to everyone and a round of see you laters arise.

“Will we see you tonight?” Corinna asks and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Tonight?” I trail off and everyone seems to look at each other oddly.

“The party? Here...” heath exclaims, assuming I’d know there was a party thrown by my boyfriend at his house. I clench my jaw and look towards David. He sinks deeper into the cushions and I scoff.

“Oh yeah. I forgot. Uhm, I’ll try and make it over” I say and everyone woohs. David makes no effort to say goodbye to me so I storm out the door and go home.

I spend the next few hours getting ready, making sure to look extra good. When it’s time to go I uber over to davids, not taking the chance of driving and being too drunk to drive home. The music is thumping as I step out of the Uber, thanking the driver. I walk up the path and open the door. The party was in full swing. A lot of people fill the house making it smell of sweat, alcohol and pizza but it’s nice. Everyone is chatting or dancing. I look around for David but can’t seem to find him when I feel a tap on my back. I turn around and my eyes widen. One of my best friends from back home is standing in front of me.

“Dylan!” I squeal and dive into his arms. He spins me around and I giggle. He sets me down again and I furrow my eyebrows. “Not that I’m not excited you’re here but why are you here?” I question and he smirks holding his hand up. I see a ring on his engagement finger and my jaw drops. Him and his boyfriend have been dating for around 5 years- high school sweethearts I guess.

“I’m engaged bitch” he grins and I jump up and down like a kid.

“Wait what? When? How? Who proposed to who? I better be a bridesmaid” I ramble and he holds my shoulders stopping me from talking. I had caught the attention of a couple of people and they look over curiously.

“I proposed to him and obviously he said yes. Of course you’re my best man- woman” he says and I grin flinging my arms around him.

“Where is Adam?” I ask before I feel arms wrap around my waist spinning my around. I squeal and laugh as they set me down. I turn and see Adam with three plastic cups in his hand.

“Hey, I was getting us drinks” he smiles and then sees liquid on the floor that used to be in the cups from when he spun me around. He shrugs and wraps his arm around me looking down at me. “Did he tell you?” He asks and I nod.

“Congratulations” I smile hugging him properly.

“We need to get a picture so I can post my congrats on Instagram” I laugh and they roll their eyes. We go off to find a nice place for a picture. I call Natalie over as she is closest to me and ask her to take a couple pictures, she agrees immediately.

We take one normal smiling photo before we take a couple goofy ones. We finally take one that we’re all happy with and thank natalie.

“Hey, who are those guys?” Mariah asks.

“Ohh. It’s not like that. They’re gay, they’ve just gotten engaged! They’re my friends back home. I don’t know who invited them here but here they are” I smile.

“Oh. I mean we knew you’d never cheat on David but it looked a bit suspicious until you explained” Liza exclaims and I laugh.

“No other than a real drunk night in high school involving a game of truth or dare when Dylan and I had to kiss- there’s nothing there, he’s completely gay and infatuated with Adam.” I grin.

“And you’re too infatuated with David to even comprehend the glares he’s sending you right now” Kristen giggles pointing behind me at David, who was in fact staring at me angrily. He rolls his eyes when we make eye contact and stumbles off with his camera.

I sigh and follow after him. He stands alone in a secluded part of the kitchen.

“Hey I was looking for you where have you been” I smile trying to lighten his mood.

“Sure, you didn’t seem to be looking for me. Had your hands all over those guys. I mean what the fuck. If you’re gonna cheat on me, don’t do it right under my fucking nose. Wait until your in private, slut” he spits and my eyes widen. He bumps my shoulder roughly as he passes me and makes me topple over, slicing my palm open.

“Wow David calm down bro” heath jumps between us.

“David, you need to go cool off” zane pushes him away as he stands looking at me angrily, unfazed by my bleeding hand. Natalie rushes over with a kitchen towel wrapping it around my hand. I look at David hurtfully.

“What the fuck? I didn’t do anything wrong. If you took any notice of me at all you’d know they’re my friends-who are gay and also engaged. You’ve been too busy ignoring me all night and for the past week at that. If you’re gonna break up with me just do it like a man. Now. Don’t be a pussy and drag it out” I yell at him. His eyes widen and he steps towards me, I flinch and move behind Scott. The most pain I’ve ever seen flashes behind davids eyes in that moment.

“Are you scared of me?” He mumbles. By now, the music had been turned off and everyone was watching our argument. I avoid eye contact with him as a tear slips out. My hand is throbbing and I look down at it, the blood has soaked throw the towel.

“Fuck, can someone please help me clean my hand” I sob. A couple people step foraward but David beats them to it.

“Let me do it” he states. Zane and Scott look at me for confirmation. “Oh come on. I’m not gonna hurt her.” He groans. “Just let me help you, please” he chokes out, looking directly at me now. I bite my lip and nod. We silently go into the bathroom as he seats me on the counter. He closes the door and reaches down under the sink to retrieve the first aid kit. He pulls out the supplies and silently starts cleaning the cut. I hiss but he continues.

“I’m sorry” he whispers.

“That’s your apology” I roll my eyes.

“I wasn’t finished.” He grits. “Im sorry for how I’ve been treating you, it was killing me ignoring you.” He states.

“Then why were you? And what’s with all the stuff tonight, you’d know I’d never cheat on you”

“I just... it’s gonna sound so stupid.” He sighs running a hand through his hair. He’d finished bandaging my hand now, it wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, so I put my hand on his cheek. He sighs leaning into my touch. “I was avoiding you, and being mean to you because I was falling for you -way too hard and way too quick.” He exclaims and I stay silent, nodding for him to continue. “I just... with Liza, it took me so long to fall in love. Not for any reason, we just took things slow. And she’s the only real girlfriend I’ve ever had. Then when I met you, I fell so so hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I got scared, things were moving too quick between us, I panicked” he shrugs.

“I think things are just fine. So what if we’re moving a little fast, we’re at the right pace for us” I smile softly.

“I know it’s only been 4 months but I’m in love with you” He whispers.

“I’m in love with you too” I whisper back after a moment of processing his words. He looks relieved as he places a deep kiss on my lips. “I’ve missed that” he grins moving into kiss me again. We pull away from each other with little grins that cannot seem to leave our faces. I hop off the counter and lace my non bandaged hand in his as we leave the bathroom. Our immediate friend group are sat in the living room- most likely trying to hear our conversation and hopefully failing. Everyone else had left.

“We sent them home” Todd speaks up when they see our confusion. We both nod and David pulls his hand away from mine, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to him. He leaves a kiss on my forehead as a small grin makes its way onto my face.

“Sooo you guys are ok?” Carly asks, speaking up for everyone. I look up at David and smile making him lean down and kiss my nose.

“Yeah were good” I confirm and everyone let’s out a sigh of relief.

“I thought we were gonna have to choose between you guys and I couldn’t do that” zane sighs dramatically making me giggle.

“We’re good” I repeat looking up at David again.

“We’re perfect” davids smiles pulling me close to him again. A warmth spreads through my chest and I feel like a little girl who’s crush just admitted that he likes her back- all giddy. Everyone starts filing out and then it’s just me, David and natalie. Natalie heads to her room and David and I head off to bed.

“What you’re not gonna edit anything?” I ask, which is seemingly all he does lately, he barely sleeps. He shakes his head.

“I don’t have to post until tomorrow, and I wanna spend some time with my girl tonight” he states, bringing my hand up to press a kiss to my bandage and I blush. The warmth rising in my chest again and butterflies rushing through my stomach when he calls me his girl.

“I love you” I whisper.

“Im never gonna get tired of hearing that, i love you too, let’s go to sleep” he laughs pulling me over to his bed to cuddle.

[rosebelladonna]

Purrloined Petals with Blake and Emerald moving Ruby’s apartment to get away from their abusive relationships, only for the three to fall in love

hey,,,,,Hey,,,,,,,,,,

im stuck at the laundromat rn so you get some FIC

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Ruby hadn't heard from Blake or Emerald since they graduated two years before her. She'd kept up with them through social media, occasionally seeing posts pop up from one or the other, and through mutual friends.

According to Weiss, Blake had gone to college and gotten together with an older guy. Last she'd heard, they were getting married. And Mercury'd said something about Emerald and some older woman living together. "Rumor has it," he'd said quietly, leaning in close, "it's Ms. Fall. Our AP English teacher, remember?" Ruby was shocked by the news but remembered more than Emerald blushing around Ms. Fall whenever she came near.

And that was over a year and a half ago. So she was quite surprised when both women answered her ad looking for a roommate. She considered it and remembered both of them being very organized in school and made a fast decision.

So now she was waiting for the pair to show up to begin the moving in process. She hadn't asked them why they were suddenly looking in apartment ads. There was a timid knock at the door and Ruby shot up from the couch, smashing her knee against her coffee table as she did so. She limped to the door and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and messing with her hair. She pulled the door open and had to lean her head back to look her old friend in the eyes.

Blake looked different than Ruby remembered. Her hair was cut short and she had dark circles and she just looked...tired. Weak. She smiled at Ruby and opened her arms slightly.

"Ruby Rose," she said and her smile actually reached her eyes. Ruby stepped forward into the embrace.

"Blake Bella- T-Taurus?" she stumbled, unsure how to address her now. Blake tensed slightly.

"Belladonna. We divorced," she said, tone clipped. Ruby closed her eyes and swore silently at herself. She nodded once and stepped back, gesturing into the apartment.

"Well, welcome home," she said, forcing her voice to be as bubbly as possible. "I'd start the tour but we have another roommate who still needs to join us." Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Your ad said you were only looking for one roommate."

"Ah, yeah, well I wanted to keep one bedroom as a guest room, but when I saw your name and Em's name pop up I couldn't choose one over the other." She gently closed the door behind them and waved her hand towards the living room. "You can sit down for now if you'd like. Oh yeah, do you still like tea? Because Weiss got me this really excellent blend and while I'm still more of a coffee person I think it's delicious," she rambled. She heard Blake laugh quietly behind her and immediately felt her ears go red.

"Yes, I still like tea. I'd love a cup." Ruby relaxed a little and stood on her tiptoes to grab a mug from the cupboard.

"Dammit Yang," she grumbled as she stretched. Warmth touched her back and a pair of hands grabbed two mugs. Ruby froze as Blake pulled away, setting the cup on the counter. Her heart pounded and she tried to will her blush away.

"You're as short as ever," Blake said, breaking the awkward silence. This time Ruby's face stained red with anger.

"Rude!" she snapped. Blake laughed and put her hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry. I was talking to Weiss and she said you'd grown recently. I guess I sort of expected you to have gotten to Yang's height." Ruby took a deep breath.

"Anyway, tea. Would you fill the kettle for me, while I grab the box?" Blake nodded and moved off to do that. As Ruby pulled the box of tea out of the pantry, there was another knock on the door. "Would you grab another mug while I get the door?" she asked. She waited for Blake's nod before going to the door. She pulled it open and smiled brightly at Emerald and Mercury.

"Hey, Em! Hey, Merc! Didn't expect you, are you staying or just here to help her put her bags down?" Merc laughed.

"Hey, Red. Just helping with her bags," he said. Emerald smiled softly at her.

"Hey, Little Red," she said. Ruby beamed and ushered them inside.

"We're about to have tea, unless you'd rather have coffee, Em? So you're free to stick around for a bit, Merc."

"Tea's fine," Emerald said.

She stuck her head into the kitchen. "Make that two more mugs, Blake, Merc might be staying." Blake nodded and started making the tea.

Merc was flopped in her armchair, eyes shut. Emerald was perched on the arm and running her fingers through his hair. She smiled at Ruby when she walked back in. Ruby sat down on the couch and smiled back at her. "Blake will be out soon with the tea, I kind of feel bad for making her make it since it's my apartment, but I guess there's no helping it," she said.

"Oh, Blake is visiting?" Emerald asked. Ruby shook her head.

"No, she responded to my ad too! I figured since the apartment has three rooms, I could take on two roommates," Ruby explained. Blake stepped out of the kitchen, carrying the tea on Ruby's cutting board. She nodded at Emerald and sat down next to Ruby. Emerald nudged Mercury and handed him his mug.

"Ah, Ice Queen's special blend?" he asked. Ruby blinked in surprise.

"How did you know?" she asked. He laughed.

"She makes it every time we hang out. Well. When she hangs out with Neo and I tag along because I'm bored," he said. He lapsed into silence when he started sipping at the tea, humming happily. Ruby felt surprisingly comfortable in the silence while everyone drank their tea.

Mercury finished his first and stood up, stretching. He ruffled Ruby's hair. "Alright, I'm gonna head out. Gonna go home and nap. Call me later, Em!" The door clicked shut behind him and Ruby looked at Emerald and Blake.

"So, shall we do the grand tour?" she asked. They nodded at her, still quiet. Ruby pointed to the kitchen doorway. "Kitchen," to the living room, "Living room," she guided them into the hallway, "The door at the end is my room, these two doors along this wall are the other two rooms, this door here is the bathroom and the door next to it is the linen closet! You guys can of course choose which room you want, they're the same size. Weiss paid to have them furnished, but we can always get you different sheets and such later." Emerald pointed to the room closest to them.

"I want this one," she said. Ruby nodded.

"Blake? You okay with the other one?"

"Yeah, that's fine. I have to grab my things from my car," she said. Ruby nodded again.

"Do you need any help with that?" Blake shook her head.

"No, I'll leave most of it for tonight, I'll just get the couple boxes with my clothes." They moved back to the living room, where Em stooped to grab her bags and Blake left to go get her stuff. She watched both women disappear into their new rooms to start the unpacking process and wondered at her new sense of domesticity.

Things were about to get interesting for her, she could feel it.

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I wrote this entire thing to "Home" from the RWBY4 soundtrack so like. Enjoy the fluff!

[buoyantsaturn]

At Last I See the Light (1/1)

summary: He would suffer through being nothing more than Will’s best friend if it meant sharing an apartment and having Friday movie nights after Nico’s evening classes.

word count: 2,522

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Nico was in love with his roommate. He had been for a while, and he’d gotten used to the feeling of his heart rate spiking whenever Will smiled at him or sat too close to him on the couch or flopped down into Nico’s bed next to him and talked to him until three in the morning before they both passed out and Nico had to wake up the next morning to find Will drooling into his pillow.

It hurt - a lot, and all the time, but he was used to it. He would suffer through being nothing more than Will’s best friend if it meant sharing an apartment and having Friday movie nights after Nico’s evening classes.

They were watching Tangled - again, seriously, they watched it almost every week and Nico was starting to consider setting a once-a-month rule for that movie specifically - and without taking his eyes off the screen, Will said, “I was talking to this one girl in my stats class yesterday, and she said she’d never seen this before. Like, how is that even possible? Tangled is a treasure.”

Nico rolled his eyes, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth instead of replying.

“So she asked if she could come over sometime to watch it,” Will continued. “I don’t know when yet, or even if it’s ever gonna happen, but is that cool?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Nico told him, even though no, it wasn’t cool. Nico hated having people over, but he didn’t want to be an asshole and ruin Will’s date. Wait. Was it a date? “Is it… a date?”

Will snorted incredibly unattractively, and Nico felt his heart skip a beat. “Oh, no way.”

“Cool,” Nico replied, but on the inside he was praising any god he could remember the name of, whether he believed they existed or not.

Nico got a text from Will on Thursday morning asking if they could postpone movie night that week so that Macy could come over, and Nico’s heart sank even as he typed out, yeah, whatever.

For once, he was grateful for his and Will’s wildly differing schedules so that he didn’t have to try to mask his emotions when they saw each other, given that Nico only ever saw Will on Thursdays if one of their classes had been canceled.  

That didn’t mean he felt any better when he did see Will on Friday, though. He walked into their apartment to hear the TV playing the now very familiar music of Tangled, and tried to shut the door quietly so that he wouldn’t be noticed.

Too bad Will had ears like a… What animal had good hearing?

As soon as Nico was in Will’s line of sight, Will called out to him. “Hey, Nico! Come over here, I want you to meet Lacy.”

Lacy? Nico thought with a frown, and the girl turned to look at him. She was pretty, Nico supposed, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and if her and Will ever got together they would probably make beautiful, blonde, heartbreaking babies.

“He told you my name was Macy, didn’t he?” she asked, and smiled up at Will. “Five weeks of sitting next to each other and the whole time he didn’t know my name. He had the most adorable look on his face when he found out it’s actually Lacy.”

Nico glanced up at Will, who was now blushing and bright red, and thought, yeah, he’s pretty adorable. Nico shuffled awkwardly and said, “Well, uh, nice to meet you. I’m just gonna grab some food, and then I’ll get out of your way.”

As Nico stepped back into the kitchen to take a few snacks out of the cabinet, he didn’t notice Will’s eyes following him with a worried frown, until Lacy pulled their attention back to the movie with a, “Wait, what just happened?”

The last thing Nico heard before retreating to his room was Will’s voice exclaiming, “Oh! This is my favorite part!” just like he always did as Rapunzel and Flynn started singing At Last I See the Light.

Nico flopped down on his bed with his laptop and a pair of headphones, figuring he’d have his own movie night with a movie he actually wanted to watch for once. Though as he scrolled through Netflix, his eyes kept catching on Tangled no matter how many times he tried to find something else.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he checked it while he waited for the movie to load. He had a text from Will that said, Are you okay?

im good, he texted back. i have a lot of homework. enjoy your date.

Nico watched as the typing bubble appeared and disappeared a couple of times before stopping completely. He figured Will would try to argue that it wasn’t a date, but Nico saw the way Lacy was acting. Just because Will didn’t think it was a date didn’t mean that Lacy thought the same.

By the time Nico had reached Will’s favorite part of the movie, he noticed his door opening, and quickly made room beside him before Will could flop down on top of his stuff. Once Will was laying down - face-down in Nico’s pillow, he might add - Nico set all his stuff aside and laid down beside him.

“So, uh,” Will started, turning his head to face Nico. “It was a date.”

Nico rolled his eyes with a smile. “Yeah, I know. So are you going out again?”

“Yeah, she asked if she could come over again next Friday. Is that okay? I don’t really want to miss out on another movie night, but maybe you and I could find another night to do it?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Wanna watch something tomorrow to make it up to me?”

“Of course I do,” Will told him.

“So… Did she like the movie?”

Will’s eyes lit up as he started to describe Lacy’s reaction to the movie, and Nico wished Will would smile like that when he was talking about him.

Will was cooking when Nico came back from class the next Friday, which was very unusual. Will hated cooking, and barely even helped Nico because he was always convinced that he would burn the place down if he got too close to the stove.

“Hey, Neeks!” Will called. “Come tell me if I’m cooking this right.”

“Aren’t there directions you can read?” Nico asked, though he stepped over to the stove anyway, and peered into the pan. “What is that?”

“Potstickers,” Will answered. “And I have spring rolls in the oven, too. I forget, do you like spring rolls or egg rolls better? Anyway, I just bought them earlier and I figured we could try them for date night.”

Date night? Nico thought with a frown, and then remembered: Lacy. She was why Will was cooking, of course. “Well, uh, I’m sure Lacy will like this.”

Will pouted down at him. “You’re going to have some, too, right? I’m sure I’ve made enough for three. Besides, I was practically dating you before I was with Lacy, anyway.”

“You-- I, uh...what--”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Will forced the spatula he was holding into Nico’s hands before he ran toward the door.

Nico watched the potstickers, checking the instructions on the pack Will had bought and plating them once he deemed them finished. He turned to set the plate on the counter and caught Will and Lacy exchanging a kiss. In that second, Nico wished he could disappear - or make Lacy disappear, but he figured that was less likely to happen.

A timer sounded from Will’s phone, and he rushed toward the oven, stepping around Nico with a hand skimming across the small of his back on his way to grab an oven mitt, and pulled the spring rolls from the oven. Nico felt a shock travel up his spine at the touch.

“You two grab a seat, I’ll bring this over in a second,” Will told them, and Nico glanced toward Lacy to gauge whether she was okay with Nico joining them for dinner, but she had already moved toward the table.

Nico sat down, and just after he did so, Will reached over his shoulder to set a plate in front of him. He then did the same with Lacy, though he pressed a kiss to her cheek as he did so. Nico wasn’t all that hungry anymore.

He tried to eat fast just to get himself out of the awkward situation, though just as Nico had finished washing his plate, he saw Lacy pulling Will toward his bedroom. Nico hurried into his own room and tried to hide under his comforter.

In the morning, when he went out into the kitchen to make coffee, he saw Lacy leaving Will’s room wearing one of his t-shirts as she made her way to the bathroom.

Nico grabbed enough snacks from the cabinet that would keep him from having to leave his room for the rest of the day, and locked the door behind himself.

Nico’s class ended late the next Friday, meaning that he was out even later than usual. Not to mention that his professor had asked him to stay back to discuss his last paper - the best in the class, apparently, and was good enough to put him in the mix for a TA position next semester.

He went out for a celebratory cheeseburger on his way home, bringing a milkshake back for Will, and practically ran into his apartment once had the door unlocked, calling out for Will as he did so. The place was dark and quiet, so Nico figured that Will had gone to bed considering the time, and went to open Will’s door when the doorknob moved out from under Nico’s hand when he reached for it.

The door opened just a crack, and Will poked his head out - the room behind him was dark and Will seemed slightly out of breath for some reason, and Nico noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, though he refused to let his eyes drift any lower. Will smiled at him. “Hey. Did you need me? We’re kind of in the middle of something.”

“Oh, uh…” Nico’s mind went blank, and his eyes flickered down to the milkshake in his head. He held it out to Will. “I got this for you.”

“Oh! Thanks, can you put it in the fridge for me?” Nico nodded and started to move away from the door, but Will said, “Is that all you wanted? You sounded pretty urgent, are you okay?”

“Yeah, no, I, uh. I’ve already forgotten,” Nico said awkwardly as he kept stepping backwards. “I’ll probably remember in the morning, so, uh. Goodnight.” He backed all the way into his room and closed the door, then stepped back out after a second when he remembered the milkshake in his hand. “I forgot the milkshake,” he said when he noticed Will still standing in his own doorway.

As Will finally retreated back into his room, Nico set the milkshake in the freezer, and heard Will and Lacy’s hushed voices from inside Will’s room.

How could Nico have forgotten about date night?

Nico hid away in his room again that weekend, blaming it on homework. It was easier to avoid Will during the week when they both had classes and Nico could hide in the library instead of going back to their apartment during his free time.

It wasn’t that he wanted to avoid Will, but he didn’t think he could handle seeing him around Lacy, or hear him talk about Lacy, or know that he would rather be with Lacy than with Nico. He didn’t want to have to confront that awkward milkshake situation, either - he didn’t want Will to think it was okay to talk about whatever he and Lacy had been doing, and he didn’t want to try to explain away the way he’d reacted. It was easier to hide away.

Until the next Friday, when Nico’s professor had pulled him aside once more to officially offer him the TA position - which Nico gratefully accepted. Instead of staying out to celebrate, Nico hurried home in the hopes that he would make it there before Lacy did so that he could tell Will the good news.

When he got there, everything was quiet and dark, just like it had been last time, and Nico went straight for Will’s door. As his hand closed around the doorknob, he remembered what had happened last time, and knocked instead.

“Yeah?” Will called from inside the room, and Nico opened the door slowly, cautiously, until he saw Will laying alone in his bed, the room dark around him.

“Hey, uh. What’s up?” Nico asked as he lingered in the doorway.

Will sat up, his feet on the ground and his head in his hands. “Oh, you know…” he said with a shrug and a half smile, and Nico’s heart broke at the sight.

“Isn’t it date night?”

“Not anymore.”

Nico sat down beside him on the edge of the mattress and bumped his shoulder into Will’s. “What happened?”

“She broke up with me,” Will said, tilting his head to watch Nico, “because I’m in love with you.”

“I’m so sorry, Will, I--” Nico’s breath caught in his throat and he choked on his words. “Wait, what?”

“I love you, Nico,” Will said softly, twisting slightly until he could look at Nico head-on. “I’m in love with you. I don’t know for how long, but I didn’t realize until about a week ago. And then...I barely saw you after that. I’ve been missing you like crazy, and I know you might not be into me, but--”

“I am,” Nico cut in, and Will’s beautiful blue eyes widened. “I love you, too, Will.” He reached up, his fingers brushing against Will’s cheek, and leaned in until their noses bumped against each other. He dropped his other hand onto Will’s thigh to steady himself as Will pressed forward and they finally,  finally kissed.

It was...underwhelming, but perfect at the same time. It was everything Nico had ever wanted, and he knew that there was plenty of time for Will to overwhelm him with a single kiss.

Nico pulled himself back just enough that their lips still brushed as he spoke. “I’m gonna go make us some mac and cheese, and I want you to get comfy on the couch and start up a movie.”

“Which one?” Will asked.

“Whatever you want,” Nico replied, knowing exactly which movie Will would pick.

Nico cooked and the two of them ate, and soon enough Will had Nico wrapped up in his arms as they watched Tangled. As At Last I See the Light started to play on the screen, Nico smiled up at Will and said, “It’s your favorite part.”

Will looked at him in surprise, and then surprised him right back by pressing him into the couch cushions and giving him the most overwhelming kiss he’d ever had.

thanks for reading!!

(it’s almost my birthday so:) buy me a coffee | more solangelo event stuff

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A Happy New Year (Liam x MC)

Tippy’s Note: So listen, it’s been a hot minute since I did a fanfic.  Blah, blah, life. Blah, blah, busy. Other stuff.  I wanted to get back into the swing of things with something fluffy, sweet and in the spirit of the season.  Like the first fanfic, Tipsy Halle had to make an appearance.  I hope you guys like it.  I may have more stuff cooking for you guys.

Disclaimer: Choices owns this and I do not.

Words Counted: 2,135 Rating: PG Pairing: Liam x MC (Halle), Driara

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Halle and Liam sat in front of one of the large pine trees outside of Applewood Manor.  Their large grins trained on the camera in front of them.

“Wishing a Merry Christmas…” Liam started.

“...And Happy Holidays to you and yours.” Halle added, hoping the huskiness to her voice brought warmth and not exhaustion.  

“And an extra happy holiday to you.” Liam cooed to the youngest Rhys, two-year-old Asher, Ash for short, who nuzzled against his mother.  The young boy smiled and clasped his father’s nose in his gloved hands.

Five-year-olds Kalilah and Zuri sat in front of them and waved to the camera. While Zuri continued to wave, Kalilah reached down into the snow and threw a snowball at her brother and father.  Zuri quickly retaliated and soon the peaceful moment descended into chaos.  Lilah had Zuri pinned within seconds.  Ash patted snow on his sister’s back leaving Halle and Liam to have a battle of their own.  

Halle smashed a snowball on her husband’s face.

“Is that how you want to play, my love?”

She didn’t finish her nod before Liam tackled her in the snow.

“Cut,” An exasperated Madeleine shouted behind the camera crew.  “So much for a regal but festive address.” She threw her hands up in the air.

Halle pulled Lilah off of her brother while Liam held Ash. They walked over to where Madeleine was with the camera crew.

“Think we have it now?”

“No, Your Majesty, we do not. We should do one more take.”

Zuri groaned.

Halle looked down at her children.  Lilah looked about ready to cry.  Zuri had his arms across his chest.  They were more than done.  Ash was also over it, getting antsy in his father’s arms.  

“I don’t think the twins have another take in them and Ash is about ready for a nap.”  

“I still think…”

“Maybe the snow fight is a good thing,” St. James interjected.  “It makes them seem down to earth.”

“They are not down to earth, they are the Royal Family of Cordonia.  This isn’t some cutesy e-card we are making for Grandma.”

Ash became even fussier, fighting his father’s embrace, his small limbs flailing in every direction.  “I say that we go with this one.  With the snowball fight.” Liam giving his final word while trying to calm the toddler.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Madeleine says with a fake grin, though the tightness in her jaw said otherwise.  She walked away with a determined stride, calling over her shoulder as she went.  “Make sure that the footage gets to the editor ASAP.  I want this on every television station by primetime and on Instagram before tea-time.”

“I am already on it.” St. James hollered back.

Now Drake was playing the clip of Liam getting smashed with a snowball on his phone during New Years Eve gathering that Halle and Liam were hosting at the Valtoria Estate.  

“You don’t get to see that every day,” Drake pointed out.  “The Sovereign Ruler of Cordonia getting pummelled with snow.”

“I seem to recall you being buried in snow by your wife and son on Instagram. I think it even had the caption hashtag ‘snow daddy’” Liam countered.  

“But I am not the king.”

“Dieu merci pour ça,” Kiara said as she joined the two men. “The last thing we need is a grumpy monarch who would spend an alarming amount of the GDP on whiskey.”

“I am not a grump.”

His best friend raised his eyebrow and his wife side-eyed him.  

“I am not!” Drake defended.  “I like fun.  Woo. Fun. Good times for all.”

“But you are my dear, and I love you anyway,” Kiara added with a kiss on Drake’s cheek.

“You’ve got to now.  You’re stuck with me.” Drake kissed her on the lips.

“Guess I am... Snow Daddy.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

Zuri ran up to his father, his footie pajamas slipping on the hardwood floors. “Can we do sock slides with Uncle Maxwell?”

Henri, Drake and Kiara’s son followed closely behind. “Yeah, can we?”

“What did your mother say?”

“Ask your father.”

“Did she now?  Well, I guess I do not see the immediate harm in this.” Liam reasoned.

“They would be with an adult,” Kiara added.

“You are calling Maxwell an adult?”

Henri held onto his father’s leg.  Drake saw his own eyes peer back at him as he pouted his mother’s lips.  

“Please,” the child begged with a lip quiver.

Drake sighed, “Fine.”

“Yes!” Henri cheered, his pout vanishing.

“Sock slide contest with Uncle Maxwell!”

“He has all the best tricks.”

Henri and Zuri ran off in search of their fun uncle, leaving the adults to themselves.

A waiter walked by with a tray of drinks.  Liam and Drake picked up tumblers of scotch while Kiara’s had non-alcoholic Lythikos eggnog. She and Drake were expecting their second child, so that meant no wine for her.  This led to a discussion about adjusting from one child to two.  Liam did not have much to offer in that discussion since he and Halle went from zero to two in one go.  

Halle had Ash for most of the night.  He didn’t do well with spending long periods of time with the nanny or with lots of new people in the house.  With all of the strangers in the house, Ash was especially clingy.  Any time she would put the child down to have him play with the other children, he would throw a tantrum that could only be calmed by a mother’s love.  Eventually, the stimulation became too much and Ash tired himself out.  Now Halle was free to actually enjoy the party that she planned.  

Heading towards the great hall where everyone was, she was intercepted by Bastien.  

“Your Majesty, we have a situation in the kitchen.”

“Liam!”

Bastien held his hands up.  “No-no, it’s not your husband, it’s your son.”

“What happened.”

“We can walk and talk.”

Halle entered her kitchen to find Zuri and Henri passed out by an half-eaten chocolate cake.  

“Zuri!”

“Mamma?” The boy sleepily responded.

“How did you get here?”

“Well we were feeling sleepy and Uncle Maxwell said that if we eat a lot of sugar we can stay awake until midnight.”

“Like the grown-ups,” Henri added.

“Well, how grown up do the two of you feel?”

Zuri groaned, “Well being a grown-up means being tired.”

“My tummy hurts.”

“I bet it does.”

Halle wiped the chocolate frosting smeared on the boys' faces, then put the chocolate cake in the fridge.  While wiping down the counter, she saw a sight that made her stop in her tracks.  Her eyes scanned the liquor cabinet and landed on a full bottle of her favorite, Hennessy Pure White.  Halle smiled.  I am gonna make my way back to you, beloved, she thought to herself.

Halle motioned for Bastien to grab Henri while she grabbed Zuri.  In Zuri’s room, she changed both of them out of their cake soiled pajamas and into clean ones and put them to bed.  She sent Kiara a text letting her know where her son was.  As soon as both boys were sound asleep in their beds, Halle beelined back to the kitchen.  Once there, she found the Hennessy Pure White that was flirting with her earlier.  

“Come to Mama!”

Halle made herself a quick, but potent island punch and rejoined the party upstairs, drink in hand.  

Later on that night a little closer to midnight, Liam was looking for his wife to have a moment alone but had not seen her since she made him hold Asher for a quick bathroom break.  There was a tug on his pant leg.  He looked down to see Lilah trying to get his attention.

“Ready for bed?” He asked picking her up.

She slowly shook her head.  “No. I will make it to midnight like the grown-ups.”

“You do not have to.  If you feel tired, I can tuck you in.  I am sure Zuri is already asleep.”

“I’m okay, papa,” she said before stifling a yawn.

“Let’s go find mamma though.”

“Mamma is over there.”

The room fell quiet as Liam turned his head.  Hana was in front of the baby grand piano while Halle laid atop it.  Halle perked up when Hana started to play the opening bars to a song.  Liam was familiar with the melody, but couldn’t grasp the words or the name.  Then he heard it.

“I believe the children are our future…”

Lilah buried her head in the crook of her father’s neck.

“No, mama, no,” she whined covering her ears.

“Teach them well and let them lead the way.  Show them all the beauty they possess insiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.”

Hana giggled as Halle drew out that last note but continued her flawless playing.  

“Give them a sense of pride….”

“You have lost all of yours, Halle,” Drake mumbled to himself.  “Question is which bottle of Hennessey took it.”  

Kiara smacked her husband hard on the chest.  He responded with a shrug and finished off the finger of scotch in his glass. Liam moved towards the front of the room holding their daughter, not only to get a better view of the show but to be ready to intervene if things went downhill.  

Halle slid off the piano and approached her husband and daughter, continuing to sing.

“Let the children's laaaaaaaaughter remind us how we used to beeeeeeee.”

She booped Lilah on the nose.  Lilah snuggled into her father more.

“Every–”

“Everybody's searching for a hero,” Maxwell sang joining the Queen.

Halle strode to his side and whispered, My time to shine.

Maxwell whispered back, Sharing is caring.

“People need someone to look up to, I never found anyone who fulfilled my neeeeeeeeeds,” He continued.  “A lonely place to be, and so I learned to depend on meeee.”

Not being one to be outdone or overtaken, Halle cut back in, raising her voice. “I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows.”

Maxwell roared back, “If I fail, if I succeeeeeeeeed, at least I'll live as I believeeeee.”

“No matter what they take from me, they can't take away my dignityyyyyyy!” Halle sang back, dramatically pointing to her chest.

“The greaaaaaaaatesssssst love of allllllllll–” Maxwell sang.

Halle turned to face him, “Is happening to meeeee!”

Maxwell stepped closer, “I found the greatest love of all, inside of me”

“THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL–”

“IS EASY TO ACHIEVE!”

They both stopped for a moment.  Hana stopped playing once she saw that they went silent.  They stared at each other.  Maxwell was red in the face.  Halle had developed some sweat along her hairline.  When the moment could not get any tenser, they broke down and started laughing.

“Learning to love yourself,” they sang in unison,  “it is the greatest love of all.”

Everyone in the room applauded the impromptu performance.

Maxwell and Halle embraced.  Halle held him close and whispered, we will talk about you leaving my son alone with a sheet cake later.  Maxwell gulped and smiled nervously while everyone applauded.  Hana stood from behind the piano and joined the two of them.  They linked hands and took a final bow.

Halle joined Liam and Lilah.  She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead as she continued to rest on her father’s shoulder.  

“You wanted to drop the mic and say ‘Sexual Chocolate’ so bad, didn’t you?” Liam whispered.

She let out a disappointed sigh, “No need to rub it in.” He rubbed her back soothing her mild disappointment.

“Oh my God! It’s almost midnight!” Savannah shouted from across the room.

Everyone counted down the final moments of the year.  When the clock struck midnight, the first minute of the new year was filled with the sound of applause, champagne poppers, party horns.  Couples kissed.  Bottles of champagne were opened with loud pops and served to everyone.

Lilah perked up a little during the commotion but quickly returned to sleeping on Liam’s shoulder.  He and Halle brought her to bed before returning to their guests.

The party went on for a little while longer after that and when it was finally over, Liam and Halle were finally alone in the Royal Chambers.  They were in their bed, still awake, despite the long party.  Liam pressed his forehead against Halle’s.  

“Happy new year, my love.”

“Happy new year, my king.”

His hand cupped her face as he dipped down to kiss her.  She pressed herself closer to him returning it.

“We didn’t sneak off during this party to have any time to ourselves,” Halle commented.

“We are alone now.”

“We are.”

Liam yawned, “Want to raincheck in the morning.”

Halle nodded, “Yeah.”

With that, they began the new year the way they planned to spend the rest of their lives, together, in each other’s arms.