#i'm so mad at myself for not cancelling this morning. i KNEW i was sick i was just in denial

[let-me-luve-you]

Oscars Over Birthdays

Tom x Sister

Summary: The day Tom gets fantastic news is the same day your family forgot about your birthday.

Warnings: forgotten birthday, angst, slight cussing, rude family, fluff ending

MASTERLIST

You woke up and smiled as you smelled Sam cooking your favorite breakfast meal, cinnamon waffles. Tom introduced you to them on your grub tour in New York City. Weirdly enough, only the two of you liked them. The rest of the family didn’t. You quickly got dressed and had to stop yourself from running downstairs. You walked into the kitchen with a smile on your face seeing all four brothers and your parents there.

“What do we have here? Is that cinnamon waffles I smell?” You asked, faking confusion as why your favorite breakfast was being made.

“We have some celebrating to do Y/N.” Dom said, smiling at you.

“Tom has been nominated for an Oscar.” Nikki said. You looked at Tom shocked.

“Oh my gosh T!” You said running over to him to give him a hug. “That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” He smiled at you.

You walked over to the counter and made you a plate. Sam smiled at you as you grabbed a couple of extra waffles. “Eat up Y/N. I’m making a big dinner tonight. Everyone is coming.”

“Really?” You said trying to hide the smile of maybe your family was going to surprise you with a small party.

“Yup. Haz, Tuwaine, and the rest of the gang will be here.” Harry said.

“Cool.” You said trying not to sound hurt. You sat through breakfast and everyone just talked about Tom’s nomination and the rest of the nominations. You were quieter than normal, but your family didn’t notice.

You got a text around lunchtime from your best friend Ryann. It was always tradition to go out and eat on each other’s birthdays. No matter what your schedules were.

“Hey Y/N.” She said as you sat across from her at your favorite Italian restaurant. “How’s your birthday so far? What did your parents get you? What did your brothers get you?”

You sighed, “it’s been alright. I haven’t gotten anything. They haven’t even acknowledged my birthday yet. I thought maybe they would surprise me with dinner tonight when they mentioned Sam cooking, but they are doing it for Tom.”

“I saw that online this morning. I’m happy for him, but that’s no reason to forget your birthday.” Ryann said. You sighed once again and nodded in agreement. “Well you know what, forget it. I’ll give you the best birthday ever just with my presence.”

“My day is already better.” You said with a laugh, but you actually meant it. Throughout lunch, you and Ryann joked around and talked. You hadn't seen her in over a week due to her work schedule working against yours. It was nice to catch up in person.

“Here. I know you told me not to buy you anything, but I couldn’t help myself. Now after you telling me about your morning, I’m glad I did.” She said handing you a gift bag with Happy Birthday on it. You gave her a glare but she could see happiness in your eyes.

You took out the tissue paper and pulled out a basket with a bunch of small gifts in it. You saw a bath bomb with some bath salts, all of your favorite snacks, the new Ryan Reynolds movie, and an envelope. You gently set the basket onto the table and pulled out the card. You felt the thickness of it and glanced up at your friend. Ryann just smirked at you as you opened the card and saw a bunch of gift cards to your favorite restaurants, your favorite cafe, and your favorite shops.

“You didn’t?” You asked, shocked seeing the multiple different gift cards.

“Oh but I did because you deserve it.” She said smiling brightly at you.

“I don’t deserve you.” You said as you started to tear up. “This is too much.”

“No it’s not. Plus it makes up for that trip to LA you bought me.” Ryann said matter of factly.

“I invited you to Tom’s premiere. It only made sense to pay for it.”

“Yeah, but then you continued to buy everything. Even bought my dress for the premiere.” She said with a raised eyebrow.

You sighed before setting the card down and getting up to hug her. “Thank you Ry. You’ve made this birthday one of the best.”

She looked at you sadly, “I’m here to always make your days better.” You grabbed your gift and moved to exit the restaurant. Ryann followed. “Will you let me know how it goes with your family?”

“Yeah. Hopefully they’ve remembered by now.” You said sadly. “You’re welcome to come over for dinner tonight. Tom won’t be mad at you crashing his celebration dinner.”

“I’m meeting with Jake tonight or I would.” She said. When she looked up at you she added, “but I can reschedule. He’ll understand.”

“No, don't do that. You two are so close to making it official, I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“You would never get in the way. Jake likes you and he knows how much you mean to me.” Ryann said as you stopped at your car.

“Please don’t cancel on him.” You begged. “Just call me when you get home so I can hear all about it.”

“I will.” Ryann gave you one last hug before she walked to her car. You got into yours and drove to your house. When you walked in, you could hear a movie playing and the light sound of your family talking. You walked upstairs to your room to set your gift down. When you walked back downstairs, you decided to join Sam in the kitchen.

“Hey Sammy.” You said as you sat at the counter.

“Hey Y/N/N. Where have you been?” He asked. He kept his head down as he chopped the vegetables.

“Ryann took me to lunch.” You said.

“Fun. Hopefully you didn’t feel up too much? I’m cooking a big feast.” He said jokingly.

“I’ll always have room for your cooking. What are you making for dessert?” You asked, hoping maybe it would be your favorite pie or red velvet cupcakes.

“Crepe bar.” He said lifting his knife to point towards the table in the corner where the fillings already set. You stared at it for a moment so you could hide the disappointment from Sam.

“Yum. I love your crepes.” You turned and smiled at Sam. He smiled back. “What movie are they watching in there?”

“I think they’re watching that new KJ Apa movie. What is it?”

“Songbird?” You asked.

“Yeah that’s it’s. Have you seen it yet?” He asked.

“No but I’ve been wanting to. I’m not going to walk in there to start it in the middle. I’m going to go take a nap.” You said standing up. “Come get me when dinner is ready.”

“Okay, I will.” He said, turning towards the stove. You walked upstairs and went into your room. You felt tears building in your eyes but you refused to cry on your birthday. After shutting your door, you threw yourself onto your bed and pulled out your phone. You don’t get on social media much, but figured it was time just to do a quick check on all of it. You got on Twitter first and saw that Tom was trending. You clicked on it to see what everyone was saying.

Tom being nominated for an Oscar is what he deserves.

We stan an Oscar nominated king

You kept scrolling through the fans congratulating Tom when you saw one that caught your eye.

Tom being nominated for an Oscar on his sister’s (who’s his best friend) birthday is what I live for. Congrats Tom and happy birthday Y/N. You didn’t want to post until later tonight so you wouldn’t get bombarded with tweets, so you saved the tweet to thank the fan later. You then decided to search your name. You knew looking yourself up brought nothing but pain, but you wanted to see what people were saying. Seeing if anyone else wished you a happy birthday. What you didn’t expect was everyone hating on you for being the only family member that hadn’t posted about Tom’s nomination.

You knew it shouldn’t bother you because you had told Tom personally, but it hurt that these fans were saying such horrible things because you didn’t post on social media. You saw some try to defend you, but then you saw a fan had taken a picture of you and Ryann at lunch.

Y/N can’t congratulate Tom for his Oscar nomination but she can go out to lunch with a friend. What a bitch.

You immediately closed the app and took a deep breath. You’re not a bitch. You were spending your birthday with your best friend. There’s nothing wrong with that, you thought to yourself. You decide to delete the social media apps off your phone so you didn’t risk getting back on them today. You set your phone down and stared at the ceiling. Insecure thoughts flooding your mind.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but when you woke up you saw Tom smiling down at you. “It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been trying to wake you for five minutes.” He laughed.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I fell asleep.” You whispered. Tom leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Come on. Everyone is here and dinner is ready.” Tom said, pulling you up from the bed. “After dinner, we are getting a fire started in the backyard.” You smiled at him and followed him to the dining room.

You sat down and noticed all of your family sitting there with Tuwaine and Harrison sitting there as well. You could tell they were all waiting on you.

“Good nap Y/N?” Harry said laughing.

“Shut up.” You whispered as you stared at him.

“This dinner is for Tom.” Dom said, raising his glass to cheers Tom. “He worked his butt off to get to this point and it’s only the beginning. Cheers.”

“Cheers!” Everyone said as they held up their drinks. You turned and smiled at Tom.

“I know I said it earlier, but I’m extremely proud of you. I'm glad I have you as my role model. Love you.” You whispered and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you Y/N/N.” He said smiling at you. “I love you too.”

Dinner went by quickly with everyone talking and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had all sat down and ate dinner like this. Now you all sat outside around the fire pit. You sat next to Tom and shared a blanket with him. You just sat back and watched everyone interact. You get lost in your thoughts wondering how your family could forget your birthday. After an hour of sitting there, you decided you would go to bed. Even though it was still early, you just wanted to be alone.

“It’s been fun you guys, but I’m off to bed.” You said.

“Are you sick? You’ve been sleeping a lot today.” Nikki said, full of worry.

“No, I'm not sick. Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” You lied. “Thanks for dinner Sam. And congrats again Tom. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” You heard everyone say. You walked up stairs and switched into pajamas. You were too mentally exhausted to shower. You figured you could just do it in the morning. Once your head hit your pillow, you were out.

Outside everyone kept talking. Harry was explaining something that he learned on set. Tom had heard the story a thousand times already so he pulled his phone out and got on Instagram for the first time today. He was scrolling through his timeline to see what his friends were doing when he came across a post Ryann had posted. He saw his sister smiling at the camera as she sat at a restaurant with a piece of cake in front of her with a sparkler candle on top. He looked at it confused and decided to slide through the multiple pictures. He saw one picture of her with a basket of goodies in front of her as she read a card. He scrolled down enough to see the caption.

A happiest 23rd birthday to my best friend and soulmate. I’m so lucky I got to spend time with you on your birthday. I love you and hope you have an amazing day.

Tom gulped as he stared at the phone with wide eyes. Paddy noticed his older brothers change in demeanor.

“What is it Tom?” Paddy asked concern. Tom looked up to him with pain lacing his eyes.

“Your nudes get leaked or something?” Harry joked. Nikki slapped him in the back of the head.

“It’s Y/N birthday.” Tom said. Everyone went silent. “We forgot her fucking birthday.” Tom stood up and paced. He was mad at himself for letting himself forget his best friend’s birthday. You and Tom had always been so close that everyone thought you were twins. You were only a year apart. It made sense that people would suggest that. Some even said they didn’t think Sam and Harry were the twins in the family.

“That’s why she’s been quiet today. We’re so horrible. I can’t believe I forgot my daughter’s birthday.” Nikki whispered more to herself but everyone heard. Tom looked at his parents and siblings before walking towards the house. He quickly walked in and ran to your room. He hoped you weren’t asleep yet. When he knocked on the door and didn’t get an answer, he decided to walk in. Your face was lit up from the lamp on your bedside table. What hurt Tom even more was he could see the tears that stained your face.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly. Thinking maybe you weren’t asleep. When he got no response and didn’t even see you flinch, he knew you were out for the night. He grabbed your extra pillow and blanket and sat next to your bed.

The next morning you woke up. Your eyes feel like sandpaper from crying. You didn’t even remember crying, but with the emotions from the day before it made sense you would. You gently sat up and jumped when you saw a figure lying on the floor. You leaned over to see Tom asleep.

“Tom?” You asked. He didn’t move. You got up and sat next to him. “Tom?” You asked again as you shook him. Tom slowly opened his eyes and looked around confused before looking at you. “Why are you sleeping on my floor?”

“I came in here shortly after you left so I could say how sorry I am for not remembering your birthday.”

You sighed. “It’s okay Tom. You got amazing news yester-“

Tom interrupted you, “it’s not okay. I don’t care if I was elected queen of England, no news is big enough to forget your birthday.”

“Queen of England?” You asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

“I think I would be an amazing queen.” He said with a small laugh. “Seriously though, I feel horrible.” Tom pulled you to him. You nestled your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m going to spend the day making it up to you. I promise. So get dressed. We’re starting with breakfast.”

You nodded and pulled away trying to hide the smile on your face. After getting dressed you walked downstairs and heard your family talking in the living room. When you walked in your whole family looked at you.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” They all yelled. Nikki ran over to you and crushed you in a hug. “I’m so sorry baby. We’re going to celebrate you tonight.”

“Yeah! I’ll cook all of your favorites.” Sam said.

“Don’t do that. You cooked all day yesterday.” Sam went to protest, “how about just make some red velvet cupcakes and we’ll call it good. We can order a pizza and have a nice family movie night.”

“Deal.” Sam said. After all members of your family apologized, you turned to Tom.

“Are you ready? I’m hungry.” You said with a pout.

“Then let’s go. Anyone want to join us for breakfast? We are also going to get lunch as well.”

“We will join you for lunch. Enjoy the morning together.” Dom said. Tom smiled at him before he turned to you and held his arm out for you to grab so he could lead you to the car.

“I’m going to treat you like the queen you are today. So if you want to do anything specific, just tell me.” Tom said as he got into the car with you.

“Just spending time with you and everyone else is enough. Thank you for making up for yesterday. I appreciate it.”

“I’ll go all out next year to fully make up for it.” He said.

“As long as there’s a bounce castle.” You joked with a laugh but Tom knew you weren’t joking.

[stcveskent]

Sick Day ; Steve Rogers x reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF🥺

pairings: steve rogers x reader

request on wattpad

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The light crept from the beige curtains, directly into your eyes, a small groan left your mouth, you turned, to see the time, it was 8.  You jolted up in the speed of the lightening. Your head was spinning, stuffy nose and shivers down your body.

You felt cold, you wrapped your blanket around you , tightly. You heard your phone ring, just the sound of it making your head ache.

You looked at the contact name, Natasha.

"Hey" she spoke and you sniffed.

"Hi." You said and she raised her eyebrows but you couldn't see that.

"Where are you? Steve's waiting for you." She asked and you realized that you had training and obviously Steve wouldn't like if you canceled because it was for you.

"Uh yea i'll be there in 15 minutes? Okay?" You said and she nodded

"Sure, see ya babe!" She said

"You too." You spoke before hanging up.

As you stepped out of your bed, you could feel your body , it was so weak, you couldn't even stand properly. You still managed to walk to the bathroom and take a warm shower. You got dressed, but you were feeling so cold, so you put a warm sweater around yourself and walked downstairs.

You saw Nat, Sam, Bucky, Tony and Wanda, waiting for you. You smiled weakly and walked to them.

"Hey!" Nat says and you smile.

"Hi, sorry for being late." You said and she shook her head.

"Its fine, we were gossiping." She laughed and you laughed with her.

Sam walked to you and put his arm around you, and you smiled.

"Yo favorite kid!" He says and you roll your eyes.

"Im not a kid." You said and he laughed, you two talked while walking and Bucky saw you.

"Hey Y/n." He says and you greet him back.

"Hey bucky."

"Are you okay? Its 45 degrees out and you're wearing a warm sweater?" He says and you nod

"Uh yea i was feeling cold." Yoi said and he smiles

"That's okay kid, Lets go. Steve's been waiting for a while, All of you. quick, he's calling." Bucky said and they walk together into the gym.

You lightly cough, and Steve looks at you. Concerned, He walks towards you, and smiled.

"Hey , you okay?" Steve asked and you smiled at him, you had this huge crush at him, but you two were close friends, and didn't really wanted to spoil the relationship between you and him.

"Yea, i'll be fine." You said and he nods, and puts an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Feeling his warmth, you could see the way you'd like to sleep in his arms.

"If you say so." He pulls away. Disappointed with him pulling away, as you couldn't feel his warmth, you pull that sweater even more close to you.

You try to focus as Steve shows the technique, but you could feel yourself dozing off, and feeling weak.

"Y/n, why don't you come and show me if you got the trick or not." He says and you were snapped back to the reality.

"Me?" you asked and he looks around and then at you.

"You're Y/n, aren't you? Then Ofcourse you." He says, you stood up and walk, but your head was spinning and paining at the same time. Darkness started to cover your eyes, and you were about to fall, but Steve caught you.

"Oh god! Y/n are you okay?!" Steve asked and you come back to your senses, the team worriedly comes towards you two, and you try to stand up.

"Yea i am." You said and coughed. Steve's mother taught him a way to check if a person has high fever, by pressing your forehead to their forehead. It was an old technique , so not many knew of it.

"You have high fever! Why didn't you tell me?" He asked and you shrugged.

"I thought you'd get mad at me canceling." You said and he shook his head.

"I won't be mad at you, don't worry, Guys! The training is canceled, all of you are gonna be helping Y/n, and take care of her." Steve says

"No I can do it by myself." You protested, and he gave you a stern look.

"You're supposed to follow my orders." He says and you sighed rolling your eyes.

"God fine!"

"Nat, can you get some warm clothes for Y/n? Tony please get the heater, Sam and Bucky please get the cold water and a rug ready and also medicines for her and Wanda, please get Y/n to her bed, until i make some warm soup for her." He commanded and all of them agreed to him.

Wanda walks you to your room and you smile at her

"Sorry you had to deal with this." You spoke, looking at your bed which was a big mess and she laughed.

"Oh please! Y/n, this isn't even mess, its just your blanket messed, hold up lemme just make it properly. " She said and works on your bed. You hear a knock, and turn towards it, and answer the door.

"Got you some warm clothes." She smiled and you smiled back at both the girls.

"You guys , im sorry about you two doing things for me, you didn't had to—" the girls cut you off.

"Damn! Y/n, you do so much for us, then we doing this is very small compared to what you do for us." They hugged you tightly. You hear another knock and already hear some argument.

"Sam and Bucky." Nat says and Wanda answered the door. Tony brought a heater and Sam and Bucky  arguing while Bucky held the bowl of cold water and a rug along with medicines

"You never do things right—"

"Look at you, liar!!" Bucky says and then looks at you.

"Thank you guys." You smiled at them and then Tony hugs you.

"Get well soon, y/n." And you nod

"Sorry, haha , anyways. Get well soon y/n, you saved us from the training, Steve wasn't going easy on us." He says and you laughed, followed by others laughing.

You hear someone clearing their throat, and all of yours attention moves toward Steve listening to all of you.

"Oops." Nat says and he nodded

"Heard everything." He comes in , and sits near you keeping the bowl of soup on your side table.

"Thank you all of you, now you can go." He says and they nodded before wishing you a speedy recovery.

"You didn't have to do that." You say and he meets your eyes.

"Do what?"

"Help me, i would be fine." You said and he shook your head.

"You're my friend Y/n, i really want to help." He says and you nod. Friend, it broke your heart because you loved him so much, but he didn't know, and you didn't know that it was mutual.

He puts the blanket and covers you, and puts a pillow, so that you could sit, comfortably.

He takes the bowl of soup and hands you, but you shook your head.

"I'm not hungry." You say and he gives you a stern look.

"You have too." He says

"No Steve please."

"I'll have to feed you." He says and you roll your eyes, he helps you drink the soup, sitting right next to you. After you finish it, he smiled.

"Now that's like a good kid." He says and you roll your eyes.

"I am not a kid." You say and slap his chest, playfully

"Alright alright, i was just kidding." He chuckled, and you laid your head on his shoulder.

"I feel so cold.." you shivered.

"Still? Okay come close to me."

"no you'll get sick."

He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you and you feel better, you two slowly drift to sleep, you feel the comfortable warmth of him around you, which makes you feel so better.

"Steve.." you called him, his head on your head, and your head rested on his shoulder.

"Yes Y/n?" He asked, calmly, his voice was so soft and calm, and it could make you feel so much better.

"Thank you, for everything you do..."

"You don't have to thank me, you're my family, and i have to take care of you no matter what..i'll be here with you all the time, i'm not leaving your side"

"Mm..stay forever..." you hummed, before moving in closer to him and falling asleep.

"I always will." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, and drifted to sleep, with you. The next morning, when you woke up, next to him, his arms holding you so close to him, your head was resting on his chest. You smiled, and snuggled in close to him.

He smiles, and kiss your head.

"Good Morning." He says opening his eyes, and you smiled at him.

"Good morning to you too!" You cheerfully greeted, he pushed your hair behind your ear, and smiled.

"How are you feeling?" He asked

"Better than yesterday, thank you Steve."

"That's fine, let me get you something , you'll be good soon." He says and you nod, he pressed a kiss on your forehead before walking into the washroom, the smile never leaving your face.

Steve never left your side until you felt better, he was always there. He made food for you, he gave you medicines and also slept with you, so as to check in between, that your fever is moderate and not so high. This continued till a week, until you felt better. You didn't wanted him to leave your side , but you couldn't stop him.

"Hey how're you feeling?" Steve asked as you woke up rubbing your eyes, and he came back from his run.

"I'm feeling good! I can say that i am back to normal." You say and he smiles.

"That's good! I'll go take a shower and you get ready till that, okay? We'll see each other at breakfast and if you need anything, call me." He said and you nodded

"Okay Captain." You said and he laughed walking away. You wished you could say you love him, but you can not. He doesn't feel the same way, hell he can't feel. He only loves Peggy. But you have him in your life maybe that's the best thing that happened to you, because everything happens for a reason.

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i hope it was good🥺🤍

[fangirlovestuff]

Smile - Thor Odinson x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this is for this lovely request by @cotton-candy-clouds-26​ , thank you!! i just couldn’t bring myself to write Steve cheating, i love him and i just don’t think he’d do that, but i hope it’s okay. enjoy!<3

Summary: you and Steve break up and it’s rough, but luckily there’s someone out there that helps you get over it. you could say he’s worthy of your affections (i had to hehe)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Some curse words and a little angst

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"Steve?" you called out, "you ready to go?"

"Just a couple seconds!" he replied, and you sat down on the couch, scrolling on your phone while you waited for him.

It was your six months anniversary, and you were getting ready to go to dinner with Steve. He's been acting a little weird the past few days, and it was starting to raise your suspicion.

Maybe he's getting me a surprise, you tried to shrug your worry off. You knew Steve wasn't that good at keeping secrets, especially from you, and you'd try and get it out of him tonight.

"Ready t-" you began to ask, but stopped once you saw he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "Stevie, you know I love your t-shirts," you said, appreciatively eying the bulge on his muscles revealed by the sort, tight sleeves, "but I was under the impression we're going to a fancy restaurant tonight. You know, the kind that won't appreciate anyone, including Captain America, coming in a t-shirt and jeans," you smirked.

"I'm not going," he sighed, sitting down next to you.

"You're not goi- is everything alright? Are you feeling unwell? I mean, I didn't even know you could get ill, but-"

"I'm not sick," he shook his head, "I just… I thought I could give you this one nice night, but I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Steve, what's going on? Are they calling you on a mission or something?"

"No, no mission. Not today anyway." He took a deep breath before he continued. "I think we should break up."

Your mouth agape, it took you a couple of seconds to register what he just said. You closed your mouth and swallowed. "What?" you asked, your voice nearly a whisper.

"I'm sorry," he said, averting his eyes to the floor, "I just… I don't think I feel the same way about you anymore, and I don't wanna hold you back or anything. I thought the right thing to do was to treat you to a nice dinner before I…" he trailed off, his eyes fixed ahead of him, away from you, "Anyways, I couldn't do it. I didn't want to lie to you, or lead you on. You deserve better than that," his gaze finally turned to you, waiting for your response.

You didn't know what to say. You knew he was acting weird, but you'd have never seen this coming. "So this is it?" you asked disbelievingly. "This is how we end?"

"Look, I'm so-"

"Sorry, yeah, I know." You took a deep breath, willing your tears away. "I think I'll just go home," you got up, getting your stuff.

"Wait, I didn't cancel the reservation. If you wanna go yourself you— can," he called after you, the last word after you'd slammed the door behind you.

Outside of Steve's room, you let out a shuddering breath. He was living in the Avengers compound, so you had to keep yourself together until you got out of here, in case any of them saw you. You started getting outside, but your distracted state of mind probably led you to take a wrong turn in one of the corridors, because now you had no idea where you are.

"Shit," you mumbled under your breath before turning to look around you. You heard what you thought was the noise of a TV from behind one of the doors, and you knocked on it tentatively. You heard some shuffling and then the door opened to reveal none other than Thor. You know, God of Thunder Thor. God of Thunder Thor that was standing in front of you right now, waiting for you to say something because you were the one that knocked on his door.

You willed your brain to go back to functioning. "Um, hi," you said hesitantly, "I was just… I was on my way out of the compound and I got lost. Could you, um, point me in the right direction?"

"Of course," his voice was deep, you could almost feel it rumbling around you when he spoke. "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, just the exit," you shrugged.

"Alright. I apologized, I just assumed, from the way you're dressed…"

"No, it's alright. I was supposed to go to this fancy restaurant for dinner, but then… anyways, I wouldn't want to go alone," you sighed.

"Well, in that case, would you like me to accompany you? I wouldn't mind dining with a lovely lady such as yourself," he smiled.

"Oh," you blinked in surprise. You weren't really planning on it, but you were actually kinda hungry. And hey, eating in a fancy restaurant with Thor does sound a little nicer than eating at home and wallowing in self-pity. The wallowing could wait. "I mean, if you'd like to," you smiled back at him, "but you'd have to put on a suit, something fancy."

"Oh, I'm sure I have one of those," he said, leaving the door open and heading back inside. "Come in," he said, loud enough for you to hear it. You guessed he headed into the bathroom to change, since when you got in all you saw was the room itself. It was simple, not a lot of personal touches. Makes sense since he's probably not here most of the time, but in Asgard, which would also explain why you hadn't met him yet.

"How's that?" he asked, getting out of the bathroom. The suit was slightly tight on his tall, broad frame, but it was more than okay with you.

"Perfect," you smiled, "we'll blend right in."

You drove the two of you to the restaurant, spending the time making small talk about 'Midgard habits', as Thor called them, or, as you called them, social norms.

When you got there, the hostess smiled at you and asked for the name of your reservation. By that point you had nearly forgotten it, but your shoulders sagged as you mumbled "Steve Rogers."

"I'll let you right in," she smiled and led you to your table.

"Wait, so Steve was going to come with you?" Thor asked once you got to the table. "Are you his girlfriend I've heard so much about from Tony?"

"I'm… not his girlfriend anymore," you said, averting your eyes to the table, playing with the napkin.

"Oh."

"He broke up with me today," you said, your voice breaking before you could get your emotions under control.

"My apologies," he offered, and put his hand over yours, "I know how unpleasant it is to be… broken up with."

"Yeah? Who'd ever dump Thor?" you chuckled, raising your gaze to meet him.

"Quite a few people over the years," he smiled, lighthearted.

"Well, I'm sorry," you squeezed his hand in yours.

When you were waiting for the main course, you had an idea. "Hey, you can't get drunk, right?"

"Not on your Midgardian version of booze, no. Why?"

"Perfect. Hey!" you signaled for a waitress to come over, ignoring Thor's questioning look, "Can we get a bottle of the most alcoholic wine you got here?" you smiled.

If the waitress thought the request was weird, she didn't show it. She just told you how much it costs, which nearly made you give it up but you really needed this tonight.

When you were done ordering it and the waitress went to bring it, you turned to Thor. "I know we just met each other, and this probably isn't the best first impression, but please can you just call me a cab at the end of dinner? Because I'm kinda planning to get drunk."

He chuckled, again making you experience the illusion that you could feel the sound between you. "Of course. If that would help."

"That would help a ton, thank you," you grinned at him, just as the waitress came back with your wine and the first course.

A whole bottle of wine consumed exclusively by you and a few dishes later, you knew it was time to go home. You paid the bill, trying not to freak out at how expansive it was. Thor wanted to pay too, but you assured him that it was fine, and it was you that dragged him out here anyway.

While you were standing outside waiting for a cab you could hail, you shivered a little in the cold.

Steve always gave you his jacket when you got cold.

Maybe it was the drinks, the late hour or just plain old breakup sadness, you felt tears come to your eyes, unable to stop them from flowing out.

You started sniffling and Thor noticed, his head immediately turning to look at you. "What's wrong?"

"He left me, Thor," you cried, "I thought everything was fine and he dumped me. And he was nice about it, so I can't even be mad and blame him, and that just means that," you barely contained your sobs, "it means I'm not enough. Everyone leaves me because I'm never enough." You buried your face in his bicep, too wound up in your misery to even notice how nice it was.

"Now, now," his other hand lifted to stroke your hair. It was a little awkward, but in your inebriated state you couldn't care less. "You're more than enough. I met you today and even I know you're wonderful."

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. Sniffling once again, you tried to stop crying. "Thank you," you said once you felt you gained enough composure. "I'm sorry I sprung all of this on you. I'll get a cab, go sleep it off," you said, awkwardness now prominent. God, you just made a fool of yourself in front of… a god. A literal god. Fuck.

"Where do you live?" he asked, seemingly unbothered. You gave him your address. "Well, I believe it's not that far. Do you need to wait for a cab or can you walk home?"

"I mean, I could walk, it's just that New York City at night isn't the safest place for a girl to walk alone," you smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, yes," he frowned, "I suppose you're correct. I could walk you home, if you'd like?"

You looked around. No cabs in sight. "Actually, yeah. That'd be cool."

The chilly night air sobered you up a bit. Once you got to your building, you bid Thor goodbye, thanking him again, before going up to your apartment and stumbling tiredly onto your bed, where you fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, you woke up still wearing yesterday's dress and with a slight headache, groaning as you got yourself out of bed to shower, change and drink some water, get an aspirin.

Once you had done all that, you checked your phone for any messages. You weren't supposed to come into work today, so you weren't expecting anything, but just to make sure. Surprisingly enough, there was a text from a number you hadn't recognized.

It said it was Thor and he asked how are you, but there was no way that was true, right? I mean, you didn't think Thor even had a phone, let alone your number. On the other hand, you couldn't think of anyone else who'd know enough to text you that.

Skeptical, you texted back that you were fine, not too far from the truth but still kind of far, and were planning to spend the day watching movies and eating ice cream, which was the truth.

How'd you get my number? You texted again before he could answer.

Jarvis had it, he texted back. He's quite useful. I do wonder why he won't leave his room.

You laughed. Either this was actually Thor, or it was someone really, really good. Before you could think up a reply, you saw the three little dots signifying he was typing again.

Would you perhaps want some company while you watch these movies?

You gasped out loud even though there was no one there to hear it. Was Thor really asking to come over and watch movies? With you? It was hard to believe. Maybe it is someone else after all.

You texted him he should come over if he wanted to. Thor knew your address, if it was really him, he'd come over. If it was some crazy stalker, you just wouldn't let him in and continue in your plans of bawling in front of some sappy movies. If it was actually Thor… well, you'd have to cry in front of him, you guess.

You already started on your ice cream and started The Notebook, figuring it was a good way to start your wallowing fest, and you were starting to get really into it when you heard a knock on the door. You moved as quietly as you could towards the door, looking through the peephole. To your momentary relief, it was Thor and not some stalker. Why momentary? Because holy fucking shit Thor was standing at your day and you were in your pajamas.

"Just a sec!" you called out. You figured you didn't have time to change, but you at least tried to get your hair in some sort of order before you opened the door, hiding your PJs clad body with it.

"Hi," you smiled bashfully once you closed the door behind him.

"Hello," he said, smiling. "Ah, I see you've already started. What movie is that?"

"Well, it's called The Notebook. Do you know it?"

He replied that no, he didn't, and you explained the plot briefly to him as you sat down, wrapping yourself back up in a fuzzy blanket before taking your ice cream back.

"Oh, where are my manners, would you like some?" you gestured the ice cream towards him.

"Yes, sure!" he nodded, and you were glad he at least knew what ice cream was. If someone hadn't bothered to introduce him that would just be cruel.

You went to get the ice cream, the blanket dragging behind you like a cape, and you returned with another tub of ice cream and a spoon, bringing them to him before sitting back down and starting the movie.

You two didn't speak much throughout the movie. When it got to the really sad parts you started crying silently, but by the ending you were just fully sobbing, and, as it seemed, so was he.

"That was so… sad," he said, "is this the entertainment Midgardians always enjoy?"

"Not always," you said, stopping to blow your nose, "we have happy things too. It's just, I got dumped last night, so I'd like the chance to cry a little, you know?"

"That's fair. And it was very beautiful. They loved each other."

"They did," you said, your eyes filling with tears again.

"What's next?"

You watched some more sad movies, and then introduced Thor to the wonderful world of takeout food while you changed to some rom com, a little more cheerful. He laughed the whole way through, and the movie wasn't even that funny, but you giggled along as well, unable not to join his roaring laughter.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch in the evening, exhausted, mostly emotionally. The next morning when you woke up he was gone, but he did text you that if you needed anything you could tell him.

Over time, you and Thor started hanging out some more. Mostly at your place or outside, since you really didn't want to risk running into Steve.

It took you time, getting over Steve. Time and tears.  And really, Thor being there helped. A lot. He was a rock, a shoulder to cry on.

A broad, muscular shoulder to ugly cry on.

At first, the thought of starting something with Thor didn't even cross your mind. Sure, he was sweet, but it was platonic, and you were busy getting over your breakup anyway.

But then, you realized it became something… more. To you at least. Because despite the tears, he didn't leave. Never wanted to.

Long story short, when Thor invited you to go to dinner one night, a few months after you met each other, you tried really hard not to think of it as a date. A friend-date, if anything.

"How's it going?" you asked, sitting down in front of him in the small diner.

"Good," he smiled at you, "You?"

"Great," you smiled back.

"So, I have some news," he started, continued once you gave him an encouraging nod, "I have to go back to Asgard in a week or two."

"Oh," you said. It made sense, Thor being on earth as long as he already has been should've raised your curiosity, but you didn't really want to think about it until this moment. "I guess you're happy to go home."

"I am," he hummed, "But… there was something I wanted to ask you before I leave. And be honest. Would you like… well, would you give me the opportunity to court you?"

You sat in stunned silence for a few moments. "Like, you're asking me to date you?" you said incredulously.

"I am," he chuckled nervously, "But you don't have to- I know you might not want to because of Steve and-"

"I haven't thought of Steve for a really long time," you cut him off with a smile, "mostly thanks to you. You make me really happy, and I would love to let you court me," you giggled.

"Really?" he asked, awestruck.

"Really," you smiled, leaning across the table, intending to press a kiss to his cheek. At the last moment he turned, making you plant your lips on his in a soft kiss.

You pulled away smiling, and so was he. He took your hand in his from across the table, and you continued to eat your food like you two usually do. Well, almost. Now there were timid exchanges of looks, gently hand squeezes.

And a breathtaking goodnight kiss.

But it was so natural, so normal, you couldn't bring yourself to admit the absurdity of him being a literal god and you being… just a human.

You spent the week he had left together, making the best of it.

In the future, you'd visit his home, he'd visit yours. And he'll always make sure to remind you you're not just a human, you are, in fact, his favorite one.

It never failed to make you smile.

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[artificialqueens]

More Than I'm Supposed To (Witney) - Miss Bianca

Summary:

There was just something about Willam that just begged you to watch her. It was hard to look anywhere else, really, particularly when she smiled. And Courtney did pride herself on being able to make Willam smile more than usual.

A/N: 

I’m so sorry. I’m supposed to be writing my multichap. But Witney would not leave me alone, and so here we are. It’s not really an AU, I mean, this could’ve happened. Please tell me what you think! - Miss Bianca

The plan to go for lunch with Willam today was long-standing. In fact, it was a tradition of sorts, something they tried to do every other week, at least. Courtney counted her blessings every time that neither of them had to cancel, and did her best to make it every time.

She’d even passed up doing gigs before in favor of keeping up the tradition - when given the choice between Willam and another paycheck, Courtney knew she’d choose to spend time with the other queen every time.

In all honesty, there was very little Courtney wouldn’t give up for Willam, money and reputation be damned. But she didn’t like to think too deeply about that.

However, while the plans for the lunch meeting were already set, the  decision to meet up with Willam in drag instead of out was a last minute one.

Courtney wasn’t thrilled about having to go through the process of doing her makeup in the morning, but she did think it would be fun to see if she’d be clocked at the cafe when they went for lunch.

“Probably won’t be,” she said out loud to no one in particular, setting her lashes in place.

Her WeHo apartment wasn’t very lived in - in fact, it felt more like a hotel room sometimes - and Courtney strongly disliked being alone. This resulted in a lot of talking or singing to herself, like a crazy person, often without even thinking about it. It was usually random parts of her trains of thought, phrases that wouldn’t make sense on their own.

She hoped none of her neighbors had ever heard.

“Hopefully they’d just assume I’m talking to my cat, or something,” she murmured. “Wait, is that worse than talking to myself in the mirror? That might be worse. At least it’s less narcissistic.”

Courtney made eye contact with herself, and shrugged, going into her bedroom to pick clothes.

Willam would already be in drag from filming the Beatdown, and Courtney loved the idea of going out to lunch with a female friend. Both of them being in drag was both a pro and a con in this sort of situation, though, depending on which of them people noticed first in public.

The way Courtney saw it, either they’d see Willam first and instantly clock her, then realize Courtney was in drag as well, or they’d see Courtney first and assume Willam was a real woman without bothering to check.

“I’ll wear the red dress, then,” Courtney decided out loud, grabbing the sundress from the back of her closet and pulling it on carefully. “Make them look at me instead.”

Courtney doubted the strategy would actually work, though - there was just something about Willam that just begged you to watch her. It was hard to look anywhere else, really, particularly when she smiled.

And Courtney did pride herself on being able to make Willam smile more than usual.

Buzzing a little with nerves that she couldn’t quite explain, Courtney looked over her makeup again in her mirror. Her wig was simple and blonde, on the shorter side, and she knew that Willam would probably end up teasing her for not being a real drag queen at some point in the course of the afternoon.

She also knew that Willam would be tempted to brush back the few curls that hung around her face in this particular wig, and that was well worth the teasing. She tugged on one of the coils of hair, watching it bounce back into place.

If Willam wasn’t in the mood to be touchy and push the hair behind Courtney’s ear, she’d just end up wheezing and laughing at the strands getting in Courtney’s way as she tried to eat. And if Courtney was honest, that was even better.

“Alright,” Courtney said out loud, checking over her makeup again in the mirror near her front door before slipping on her brand new pair of heels. “Enough being a peacock, Courtney, time to go.”

Calling an Uber, Courtney stepped out the door, stumbling slightly on the stilettos as she hurried to the elevator. It only took her about thirty seconds to realize, with a sinking feeling, that she’d severely underestimated how uncomfortable the heels actually were.

Briefly, she considered popping back into her apartment to change them, but the Uber was a minute away and she didn’t want to make the driver wait.

“This’ll give me an excuse to lean on Willam, anyway,” Courtney muttered as the elevator descended. “She’ll probably call me an idiot, though. And she’ll be right. God, stop talking to yourself, Court.”

It was only another minute or so before she was in the back of an Uber, being driven to Willam’s studio by an abnormally talkative driver named Michael.

Traffic was a bitch, as usual, and by the time they finally pulled up outside, Courtney was twenty minutes late, and feeling terrible about it. She thanked Michael hastily, and wobbled over to the door of the building in the increasingly uncomfortable heels.

It only took her a few seconds of tapping on the buzzer for Willam’s studio before the lock opened, and she was hurrying inside and down the hall.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Bill,” Courtney said as she stepped into the studio. “I - where is everyone?”

From what Courtney could see, the studio was empty except for a camera guy she didn’t recognize. He looked to be on his way out, finishing packing up his things.

“Court? ‘S that you?”

“Willam?” Courtney frowned, walking further inside and peering around. Willam’s voice sounded different than it should this early in the day, more slurred and higher, and Courtney wondered if someone had given her alcohol. At this hour? What, is she turning into Sharon?

“She’s on the floor,” said the camera guy, sounding bored and nodding towards the backdrop. Courtney stepped around a box, and her eyebrows shot up as she caught sight of the other queen.

Willam was indeed on the floor, lying flat on her back with her multicolored hair haloed messily around her face. Her knees were bent, skirt riding up her thighs, feet balancing precariously on the narrow heels of her louboutins.

She looked totally out of it.

Also, totally adorable, but Courtney pushed that thought away before it could even take root. She had to make sure Willam was at least partially coherent.

“What in the…” Walking over to where Willam lay, Courtney glanced worriedly over her shoulder at the camera guy. He shrugged. “Will, are you okay?”

“Courtney!” Willam exclaimed as Courtney came into her view. She grinned slowly. “You’re late, you dumb bitch.”

Courtney couldn’t help but smile back despite her alarm, crouching down next to Willam.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “L.A. traffic.”

“‘S okay,” Willam said, nodding. “I can’t be mad at you. You’re too…pretty.”

She reached up in an attempt to touch Courtney’s face, but missed, hitting her nose instead. Giggling at her mistake, she let her hand fall back to her chest.

“Will, what are you on?” Courtney asked, now even more concerned.

“The good stuff,” Willam joked, smiling lazily. “Can you…”

She waved her hand in the air, making grabby motions until Courtney took it in her own and squeezed comfortingly. Willam sighed contently, blinking slowly as her fingers curled around Courtney’s palm.

Courtney swallowed thickly, distracted both by the gesture and by the undisguised, pure affection in Willam’s eyes as she looked up at her.

Willam wanted Courtney to hold her hand, had asked her to, for no other reason than the contact. And she was holding on, as if Courtney might slip away. It made Courtney’s chest tighten, like she couldn’t quite get in all of the air that she needed.

Then, she remembered how uncharacteristic Willam’s behavior was, and her stomach twisted anxiously.

“They’re pain meds,” the camera guy spoke up again, and Courtney tore her gaze away from Willam’s to look over her shoulder at him. “Her back started hurting, and she couldn’t stay standing, but she wanted to finish filming.”

“How much did she take, exactly?” Courtney tilted her head, frowning. She hadn’t realized Willam’s back was bothering her again, particularly not to that extent. But then again, Willam didn’t like to talk about anything that made her seem vulnerable.

“Dunno,” the guy shrugged. “A bunch, though.”

“Do you happen to know what kind, then?” Courtney asked, a little more bite to her tone.

“They were prescription,” he replied. “I didn’t, like, check the bottle.”

“Did it not occur to you that this might happen?”

“I’m not her chaperone,” the guy said with a frown. “I just got paid to film her for like an hour.”

“So it didn’t occur to you to maybe stop the person paying you from taking a handful of prescription pain pills?” Courtney asked sharply, now thoroughly annoyed and getting increasingly worried. “You just thought, oh, that’s fine, totally normal, not at all risky?”

She was spinning out now, and she knew it. Every time in the past four years that she’d worried about Willam and drugs, which was a lot, seemed to be coming back to her all at once.

“I -”

“Were you just gonna go, and leave her here, lying on the ground, high out of her mind?” Courtney cut him off before he could get a word in, the thought occurring to her suddenly.  

Courtney was aware of how overly fretful her brain was, but she couldn’t seem to help going there anyway, imagining all the horrible endings to Willam being left alone like this, already happily dazed with a bottle of narcotics within arm’s reach. Willam lacked strong self-preservation instincts, and had virtually no self-control, and Courtney felt sick at the totally conceivable thought of losing her to something as preventable as an overdose.

“Court,” Willam said softly.

“She could’ve passed out, or, or even died, if you’d left her like this!” Courtney continued, ignoring her, her stomach twisting uncomfortably. “We don’t even know what the side effects of this could be!”

“Courtney,” Willam tried again, tugging on her hand this time. “It’s okay, I’ve done it before.”

“What do you mean, you’ve done it before?” Courtney said sharply, turning back around to look at her. Willam looked slightly hurt. “What do you mean?” She asked again, more gently this time.

“I didn’t take too many,” Willam said, words slightly slurred, her eyebrows furrowing as she struggled to focus on Courtney’s face. “I’ve done this before, tons, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Courtney disagreed, fighting to keep her voice gentle. “This is really dangerous.”

“My back hurt,” Willam said with a shrug, as if it was simple as that. She looked up at the ceiling, her gaze empty, giving up on trying to focus her eyes for the time being. “And I had to film.”

“Willam…” Courtney swallowed. The implication that Willam was regularly taking prescription pain meds carelessly like this, probably with no one else around, made her slightly nauseous with worry. She knew better than most that there wasn’t always someone there to make sure Willam didn’t go too far.

“Can you sit up?” She asked, deciding not to push anymore at the moment.

Willam nodded, and pushed herself up on her free hand. Courtney pulled her up the rest of the way, until she could lean against the backdrop.

“Ooh!” Willam exclaimed with a laugh as her bare shoulders hit the wall. Courtney looked at her questioningly. “‘S cold,” Willam said by way of reply. “I like it.”

Courtney smiled helplessly, because it was cute, and she couldn’t not be endeared. Squeezing Willam’s hand one more time before letting go, she stood up with a wince, abruptly reminded of the increasingly uncomfortable heels which seem to have it out for her.

“Alright,” Courtney said, walking over to talk to the camera guy, who was watching them rather nervously. “Listen, I know you’re not solely responsible for this,” she began, trying to be civil. “You don’t even know her. But did anyone else seem worried, watching her get more and more loopy?”

“Her producer was a little worried,” he replied.

“Anthony?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But her husband seemed chill, so we all figured it was okay.”

“Wait, Bruce was here?” Courtney raised her eyebrows, surprised.

“He brought Warner!” Willam exclaimed behind her, and Courtney glanced over at her to catch the wide grin that Warner often brought to her friend’s face. Sure enough, Willam was smiling, her eyes narrowed affectionately.

“He said that she’d be fine,” the camera guy said, shrugging. “Said she could take care of herself, or something.”

No, she can’t take care of herself! Look at her! Courtney wanted to yell at him. She forced herself to take a deep breath.

“Well, I’m not sure about that,” Courtney said instead, calmly. “But I’m here now, so if you’ve got somewhere else to be, then, by all means.”

The camera guy nodded, picking up his things and heading out the door without another word.

Courtney sighed, and looked over at Willam, who was now humming absentmindedly, her head knocking gently into the wall behind her as she stared at nothing in particular.

She didn’t pretend to understand exactly how Willam’s relationship with her husband worked, but she sometimes doubted that he was really still in touch with who Willam was now. He spent a lot of time working - they both did - which meant that Willam was by herself a lot, handling a ton of pressure as well as her back issues alone. And on top of that, she hated asking for help.

Courtney couldn’t help wondering if she was compensating for the lack of support and companionship by over medicating to the point of losing lucidity. Luckily, she didn’t seem to be quite at that point yet.

“So Bruce didn’t seem worried about you doing this?” Courtney asked her.

“No, he was a little,” Willam said, nodding. “He offered to take me home with Warner before…before he went to work.”

“You said no?”

“I told him he could go, because you were coming to get me for…lunch,” Willam continued slowly. She paused for a long moment, and looked down at her feet, which were out in front of her, her toes tapping together rhythmically. “Can we go? I think I’m hungry.”

“No,” Courtney replied immediately. “We need to get you home. Or to a hospital…”

“No!” Willam said insistently. “I’m fine, Court, I told you. It’ll…it’ll wear off.”

“Home, then,” Courtney decided, walking over to Willam and holding out her hands to help her up. “We can go see Warner.”

“I don’t wanna see Warner,” Willam disagreed, shaking her head.

She stared at Courtney’s outstretched hands for a moment, seeming confused, before taking them and struggling to stand up.

“You don’t?”

“No, I wanna see you, dumbass,” Willam explained. She was now unsteadily on her feet, but still holding onto Courtney’s hands tightly, looking down at the floor as if it might start moving at any second.

“I can come home with you?” Courtney suggested, and Willam frowned.

“Can we go to your apartment instead?” Willam asked.

“Okay,” Courtney said. “I’ll call an Uber.”

“But, I have a car,” Willam protested.

“Yes, you do,” Courtney agreed. “You also have a bloodstream full of narcotics. You can come get it tomorrow.”

Willam sighed, and Courtney freed one of her hands to call the Uber.

A few moments later, Courtney was making her way down the hallway again, this time even less comfortable in her shoes than before, with Willam struggling to walk in a straight line beside her.

So much for having an excuse to lean on her.

“I like my studio,” Willam announced.

“That’s good,” Courtney said indulgently. “Why’d you pick this one?”

“It’s on the, uh, the ground floor,” Willam said, stumbling over her words a little. “So I can wear my heels on the way over, ‘n everyone knows I’m better than them.”

Courtney giggled. Willam was definitely still herself, even like this.

The Uber ride was shorter this time, even though Courtney started wishing for traffic the moment Willam pressed up against her side and started playing with her hand.

“I like your rings,” Willam commented at one point.

“Thanks, Bill.”

“Can I have ‘em?”

Courtney laughed, only to find Willam staring at her, completely serious.

“No, they’re mine,” she said.

“Fuck you,” Willam said good-naturedly, going back to inspecting Courtney’s palm. It didn’t take her long to speak up again.

“I think that’s your life line,” Willam mumbled, her thumb rubbing clumsily over one of the creases. Courtney’s palm tingled under her touch.

“Oh, yeah?”

“…Yeah,” Willam said. “Wait, no, that’s…” she trailed off, squinting. “‘S too short. You’d have to be dead by now. Court, are you dead?”

“Lemme see yours,” Courtney said, taking Willam’s hand instead and turning it over. She peered down at the same line that Willam had inspected on her palm. “Bill, it’s like, the same length.”

“Oh.” Willam blinked. “Court, are we both dead?”

“No, I don’t think Hell would be this comfortable,” Courtney said, her lips twitching as she tried not to smile.

“That’s good, I guess,” Willam said, nodding.

She started to play with Courtney’s rings again, turning them and sliding them around on her fingers.

“You wouldn’t be in Hell anyway,” she said after a moment, thoughtfully. “You’re too…good for that.”

“Then maybe you wouldn’t, either,” Courtney suggested. “You’re a good person, too, you know.”

“Maybe.”

“No, definitely,” Courtney said. “There’s a really good, sweet person underneath all that irony. I know, because I’m friends with him.”

“Yeah, just you,” Willam said. “You ‘n Lasky. And you’re both too good for me, anyways.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Nah, you’ll see,” Willam insisted. “You’ll stop caring, sometime, and then…you’ll go away. But it’s okay. I can take care of myself.”

There it was again, that same phrase - Willam can take care of herself. And just like before, Courtney instinctively wanted to say that she couldn’t. But she held her tongue, thinking for a moment instead.

Even though Willam was speaking simply, she was far more vulnerable than normal right now, and what seemed like her deep-seated beliefs about herself were coming to the surface. And as much as Courtney wanted to tell Willam how wrong was and pepper her with affection until she believed her, she knew it wouldn’t be well received.

“I know you can take care of yourself,” Courtney said instead. “But you don’t have to, not all the time.”

Willam shrugged.

“I’m not going away, Willam,” Courtney said after a moment. “I really do care about you, and I like being your friend.”

There was no response, but after a moment, Willam’s hand slid into hers.

They rode the rest of the way in silence, and Courtney hoped that she’d gotten through to Willam at least a little. Her friend seemed relatively relaxed, just staring into space and occasionally squeezing Courtney’s hand.

As soon as they reached Courtney’s building, Willam was leaning against her again, not balanced enough to stay upright on her own as they walked.

By the they stepped inside her apartment, Courtney was ready to chuck her shoes off and toss them straight out the window. She tugged them off, struggling to balance with Willam still leaning against her, and after a moment, Willam was kicking off hers as well, nearly taking both of them down.

Courtney started to move them away from the door, and Willam grabbed onto both of her hands, still seeming unsteady despite being flat on the ground again.

“I feel like a…what’s that thing with the neck?” Willam frowned.

“Ostritch?”

“No, spots,” Willam said, waving at her own body.

“A giraffe?” Courtney suggested, with a snort of laughter.

“Yeah! That’s it,” Willam nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin on her face. “But like, a baby one.”

“They’re cute.”

“Am I cute?” Willam batted her eyelashes.

“So cute.”

“Can I have a hug?”

The irritatingly familiar butterflies that Courtney often felt when Willam was being adorable were coming back in swarms, now that she was sure her friend wasn’t on the edge of death. Courtney couldn’t help but laugh at the hopeful look on Willam’s face, her wide eyes and barely there smile.

“I’d love to hug you, Bill, but you’re holding my hands too tight,” Courtney replied.

“Oh,” Willam said after a moment.

She blinked a couple times before letting go of Courtney’s hands, carefully steadying herself on her own feet. Her attempt at balancing on her own was successful for about five seconds, during which she smiled at Courtney excitedly, proud of herself.

Then, she took a stumbling step forward and into Courtney’s arms.

Courtney caught her easily, and wrapped her up in a tight hug. She expected Willam to be backing away in a matter of moments, like always, and so she savored the moment as best she could.

But instead, the opposite happened, and Willam’s arms remained firmly around her. After a moment, her head rested gently on Courtney’s shoulder, nose brushing her neck, and the metaphorical dam holding back the slew of feelings Courtney was trying harder and harder not to think about sprung a leak.

I love you.

Courtney almost said it out loud, by habit or accident, but her desire to prolong the moment thankfully kept her quiet. She didn’t want to scare Willam away by making any noise or sudden movements.

Willam smelled like faded perfume, and her breath was warm against Courtney’s neck, and her acrylic nails dug gently into her back, and Courtney was melting like white chocolate in her arms. Everything about it was just so Willam, a perfect combination of unexpected and warm and sweet and prickly all at once.

Courtney never wanted to let her go. She wasn’t sure she could if she tried.

If there was a way to photograph a feeling, Courtney would make this one her lockscreen and her homescreen. She’d tape it to her mirror while she put on makeup, and put an oversized print of it on her bedroom wall.

She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but it wasn’t long enough. Willam shifted in her arms, and Courtney’s heart sank a little.

There was a brief, soft press of lips against the column of her neck, a kiss gentler than Courtney had ever dreamed Willam was capable of, and her breath caught in her throat.

And then, Willam pulled away, one of her hands still steadying herself on Courtney’s shoulder.

Courtney looked at her, expecting to see that unreadable expression on her face, and was instead confronted with Willam’s eyes already on her.

The other queen was smiling faintly, her eyes flicking almost nervously around Courtney’s face, her thumbnail scratching lightly at Courtney’s collarbone.

“What is it?” Courtney asked, her voice coming out weaker than she intended. There was a pause.

“I got lip gloss on your neck,” Willam said finally, her smile widening.

“I don’t mind,” Courtney said with a soft laugh. That was an understatement.

“I kinda like it,” Willam remarked, reaching up to brush her fingers over the spot she’d kissed. “Makes you look like mine.”

“Maybe I am,” Courtney said softly, before she could stop herself.

Willam only stared at her for a moment, and then smiled, taking her hand again.

Courtney took off her own wig, one handed, and then helped Willam tug off hers. They fell onto her couch side by side, Willam cuddling up against Courtney with her feet tucked under her and a pillow clutched to her chest.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Courtney said quietly. “It’s not safe, Will.”

“I know,” Willam replied. “It just hurts, Court. And I can’t stop working, I just…I can’t.”

“I know.” And she did know. To Willam, there wasn’t a choice in the matter.

It was silent for a little while. There wasn’t any layer of awkwardness in the room, even though Courtney knew that there was a lot of words left unspoken on her part.

“Can you at least tell me?” Courtney asked finally. “When the pain’s starting to get bad again? Or when it hurts, and you’re by yourself?”

After a moment, Willam nodded. Courtney grinned at the small victory, feeling triumphant, and Willam glanced up at her.

“God, chill,” she commented with a snort.

They fell quiet again, the only sound that of Courtney humming softly from time to time. Willam yawned occasionally, and after awhile, her head rested on Courtney’s shoulder.

It wasn’t until Courtney was sure that Willam had drifted off to sleep that she spoke again, unable to help herself.

She’d never been good at keeping her thoughts to herself, and now, cuddled up so close to Willam, she felt like the words were overflowing, and she was helpless to stop them from spilling out.

“I love you,” Courtney whispered, turning her head to press her nose gently against the top of Willam’s head. “More than I’m supposed to.”

“I love you too, idiot,” Willam mumbled back.

Courtney’s heart skipped a beat.

[thebrunettepianist]

I'm With you (Namjoon x Reader)

Genre : bit of angsts and fluff Summary : you’re best friends with Kim Namjoon for years and you have a crush on him all this time. The so much times you spend with Jungkook makes him jealous and unexpectedly confesses to you. Warning : a bit of cursing and smut…??? Hey guys. This is my first time posting fanfic in tumblr. Please give some love!! ❤❤ ************************

“Oppa, I’m going to grab some coffee, do you want some?” you asked Namjoon as you entered his studio, a coat and a wallet are ready in your hand.

Namjoon turned to face you on his seat and said, “I think so. You’re going by yourself?” he furrowed his brows.

“Of course. You want the usual?”

“Y/N it’s already 9 pm. Ask someone to go there with you. I want to go with you but I have so many ideas going inside my head and need to write it down to finish this song, if I get out of this room they will poof right away.”

“Poof right away?” you chuckled. “Your choice of words are sometimes interesting. But seriously though, I always go by myself, you just don’t know. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before he said, “Okay, but call me when you get there.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oppa, the coffee shop is literally just a few blocks from here, why–” you stopped talking when you saw him glare at you which meant it wasn’t up for a negotiation. You sighed, “Okay okay.. I’ll buy you the usual, okay? 갈게 (I’m going)”

“잠깐만! (Wait!)” he suddenly said, rushing to the sofa where his coat was placed and took a thick scarf before walking to you. “Here, wear this. It’s really cold outside, I don’t want you to get sick.” he said as he put his scarf around your neck.

You were a bit flushed when he did it, an effect you always get when he was really close to you, also another effect of you liking Namjoon so much, not just as friends. “아 맞다, 고마워요. 난 진짜 갈게 지금. (Ah right, thank you. I’m really going now.)” You said to him without meeting his eyes because after that Namjoon said, “응 내 동생이 (Yes my little sister).”

That’s right, you’re always gonna be his little sister. You’re always gonne be his bestfriend. Even when you wanted to be more with him.

*****

“Oppa, I really have to go now. 약속 있어요 (I have a promise/appointment).” You said to him a few days later when you were in his studio.

“Oh you have an appointment? You get another composing job?” he asked without getting his eyes off of his computer.

“It’s not like that. I promised someone to go watch a movie together.”

He stopped for a second before facing you. “그래? 누구랑? (Really? With who?)”

You were just about to tell him it was none of his business when the person you have a promise with burst in into the studio.

“형! (Hyung!) I’m sorry to disturb both of your time on writing music but Y/N have promised to go watch a movie together with me weeks before you even get this task. I’m borrowing your bestfriend for the night okay hyung?” Jungkook chuckled.

“It’s Jungkook-ah? You’re going with Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon asked you, ignoring Jungkook who was still waiting by the door.

“So…?” you furrowed your brows.

“So… You didn’t tell me? He said you made the promise weeks ago.”

“Hyung, she’s the same age as me. Don’t worry I’ll take care of her. She doesn’t need your permission first, right Y/N?” Jungkook said to Namjoon in a teasing tone then winked at you.

You blushed bit red. Even though you saw the members every day you still cannot help but blush everytime someone as handsome as Jeon Jungkook winked at you.

Namjoon saw it.

“I’m her… Her… Her bestfriend. And I’m like a big brother to her, she doesn’t need my permission but she could at least tell me.” Namjoon said, suddenly rising his voice as if he was mad.

“Come on, hyung, it’s just me. You know I’ll take care of her.” Jungkook convinced him.

Oh but that was what Namjoon most scared of, that Jungkook would take care of you so well that you would start falling for Jungkook. He couldn’t afford that. He liked you too much. He knew you liked him too but he never showed it because he was scared it would somehow ruin your friendship. Namjoon didn’t want you to stop liking him. He loved the feeling too much. He loved you.

“That’s right, oppa. I have finished my part here anyway, I can go now. You should go too, have some fun.” You said to Namjoon. It killed you to tell him to have some fun but you couldn’t help it.

You were waiting for Namjoon to tell you no, you should not go. If he said you shouldn’t, you would’ve canceled it. But after a few moment of silence Namjoon said, “Fine. 그냥 가. (Just go).”

It irked you so much when he said that. You two have been bestfriends for years. You know what he looked like when he was upset, he looked very upset now. And you couldn’t help but thought that he was upset because he was jealous.

“I know my bestfriend needs a fresh air.” Namjoon said again.

Jealous? As if.

****

The weeks after that day gone by awkwardly between Namjoon and you. And somehow, Jungkook was always there with you when you were in a bad mood because of Namjoon, and he suddenly asked you to go somewhere with him so much: to buy a new shoes, to grocery shopping, a treat of ice cream down the block, night strolling around the park. You were almost sure that Jungkook had a crush on you IF he didn’t tell you about the girl he had a crush on that lived beside his apartment, he always asked you opinions on how to ask her out and told you updates everytime he met her. He even showed you the photo of them together when he asked her to go out for the first time.

But one day, Namjoon seemed like he was in a very bad mood, even when he was practicing with other members. He scolded them so much that sometimes you saw them giving death glares to Namjoon. That night you have to finish a song with him and Yoongi in his studio. And because Jungkook had been producing such good lyrics, Jungkook was also there. The air inside the studio never felt so tight and intense somehow.

“You know what? I’m not the kind of person to give up but I literally haven’t slept for 5 days straight and my head feels like it’s going to fall of my neck and explode.” Yoongi said when the time strucked midnight.

Jungkook, who was sitting beside you on the sofa said with his fingers playing with your long locks of hair, “Go to sleep, hyung. You really look beat. We’ll take care of it from here.”

Namjoon was eyeing Jungkook’s fingers on your hair from the corner of his eyes but you tried to ignore it because Yoongi just stood up and you were afraid he would actually pass out on the floor.

“I’ll go with you, hyung,” Jungkook said to Yoongi because he had the same concern as you. “I need to get some coffee anyways. You want some, Y/N?”

“Yeah I’ll just go with you–” you were just about to stand up before Namjoon suddenly said, “Y/N, sit down. We have to finish this song.”

“But I’m just going to get coffee from the kitchen–”

“Sit. Down.” Namjoon said again, his voice so low you were actually afraid of it. He never made you scared like this. So you followed his order.

Yoongi and Jungkook got out of the studio and closed the door, leaving you alone with Namjoon. You two were never this awkward, it was actually killing you. You didn’t know what was wrong but you were afraid this was all your fault. You were thinking about it with your head down, looking at the soft carpet on Namjoon’s studio. You were lost in your thought easily because Namjoon was suddenly dead silent too.

You were just about to say what’s wrong with the two of them and raise your head when suddenly a pair of warm lips crashed into yours. You were so shocked before you realized they were Namjoon’s. His big hands were cupping your face, so warm and manly yet so soft on your skin. His eyes were closed tight when yours were wide opened in shock before he tried to make you respond by biting your lips. You let out a tiny yelp but then a soft sigh when he soothed the bite with his tongue. Then you just go with the flow, closing your eyes and bringing your hands to his chest, relishing the feeling of his kiss before you finally realized what the two of you were doing.

You pushed him away so hard he went back to sit on his studio chair in shock.

His eyes were wide, surprised, like he also just realized what he did. He stuttered, “Oh my… Y/N.. Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t know… I didn’t know what’s gotten into me..” he continued talking but you couldn’t consentrate to his words becausw your eyes kept following his swollen lips that you just kissed.

When you focused on his words again he was saying “…I promised it won’t happen aga–” before he finished it you lunged from the sofa to him and kissed him hard, cupping his face just like what he did to you minutes ago.

He instantly responded your kiss by biting and pulling your lips, one of his hands bringing you closer by the hips and the other on your nape to make your kiss deeper. He stood up from the chair and you were suddenly flying from the floor, he gripped you so tight in his arms and brought you to the sofa with him without breaking the kiss.

His lips was firm on yours, but they were soft at the same time. They tasted like the coffee you always bought for him every morning, your favorite taste. Now your favorite taste can be tasted from his lips, from your favorite person in thw world. He kept teasing you on the kiss, teeth pulling and biting, tounge stroking and licking. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Hot because his kiss was very persistent, you were also very persistent. Cold because the touch he gave you made you shiver in pleasure.

He groaned out loud when you dared to grind on him. “I was so fucking jealous of Jungkook these past few weeks it drives me insane. Why do you have to go out with him?”

He was still kissing you so you talk only when he gave you some air. “So that’s what happened to you? You’re jealous?”

“Fucking A. What did you expect me to do? Giving you a congrats with Jungkook?”

Namjoon started peppering kisses down your throat. “Well, I didn’t expect you to kiss me.”

“I also didn’t expect you to fell out of ‘like’ with me for Jungkook.”

You pushed him off of you a little bit in surprise. “Wait, you know? You know I like you this whole time?”

“Of course I know. You were not very discreet about it. I know you steal glances at me when I’m not seeing. I know you asked the barista to give a little bit more cream in my coffee because that’s how I like it. I know it all.” He smirked. This goddamn cutie dare to smirk.

“And you like me too all this time? Not as friends?”

“Since day one, babe. Since day one.”

Aside from getting a jump on your heart because it was the first time you heard him call you ‘babe’, you were still annoyed, so you hit him in the head. “You bastard! You should’ve told me! It would save us from these weeks full of hell!”

You hit him again but he just laughed. “Hell as in we didn’t talk that much? Do you miss me that much?”

You groaned out loud while kept hitting him on the shoulder and chest, both of you still on the sofa with him on top of you. “Aargghhh I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.”

He laughed again, dodging your hits. “No, lady. You love me.”

You sighed finally and said, “Yeah, I love you.”

His laugh stopped. “Wait, you love me. You love me?”

“I can’t help it. I like you too much and we’ve been bestfriends for so long.”

He smiled wide. “Oh my God, this might sound cheesy but I love you too.” He gave you tiny kisses on the lips. “I should’ve confessed to you sooner, we must have been a couple from so long and saves us the heartaches.”

“You bet, Kim.” You rolled your eyes but he started kissing you deeply again and you smiled on the kiss.

The door of the studio was suddenly banged open, you too were too surprised to get out of each other embraces, only stopping the kiss and looked at who opened the door.

It was Jungkook.

“Finally!” Jungkook said. “I was so tired of seeing you two longing at each other for years. And now you two finally say your feelings out! I’m glad. I’m also worried for the last few weeks, I thought Namjoon hyung would burn in jealousy and kill me. Thank God you guys decided to tell each other sooner or I would be dead by now.”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook, “You planned this?!”

Jungkook shrugged. “Well, not just me. Other members also planned this. They just think I’m a great bait because I’m the same age as Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m not asking her to go anywhere with me together because I have a crush on her. She’s yours, you know. ‘Since day one’” he mimicked Namjoon.

“You rascal!” Namjoon threw a cushion to him just as he ran out of the studio and closed the door. But the two of you could hear him yelled “At least she’s with you now, hyung!”

Namjoon looked at you when it finally went silent. “Yes, at least you’re with me now.”

You caressed his cheek and peck his lips softly. “I’ve been with you all this time, Namjoon.”

***The End***