#sofa y coca-cola

[ihatepeanutss]

cause when you know, you know

everyone had realized that steve was hopelessly in love with you and you with him, you were simply the two fools in love in not realizing it

warnings: fem reader! steve’s love language is acts of service, fluff, inspire on lana song’s margaret bcs when you know you know ♡ reader being steve’s girl

the first person to notice was eleven, according to his words he had never seen steve so attentive to someone, not since nancy.

they had organized a small meeting to be able to watch movies on the great harrington television, nancy had attended and jonathan too, practically all were there.

“steve will come in a moment” robin entered the room with a bowl of pop corn and cans of coca cola, his gaze went to you and pointed to the kitchen with his head “ask that if you want iced or unfrozen coca cola, ice apart-“

“uhm, it doesn’t matter” you answered from your place, the individual sofa that steve had made Eddie give you as soon as you get home after work, with a book on your lap you watched Robin nod

robin walked to the kitchen and saw the small bowls full of sweets, steve was not someone sweet, he liked peanuts, pringles and pretzels, clearly this was not for him but he knew your favorite sweets.

m&m, only the yellow and green ones, sugary gummies that only sold in family video and some licorice cut in half, sweets that the children would not pay attention to if steve had made two different types of popcorn.

robin took out two more cans and noticed a fourth, fifth and sixth can of a different color... sugar-free coke, it was silver and different from the regular one

“something else?” the redhead raised her eyebrows towards her best friend and he denied

“no, i just wanted you to take that and take it” steve extended the potatoes and some pretzels “the beers are outside, max has his sandwiches and-“ steve interrupted himself before taking out the can of coke zero, a glass and in another ice to put them on the wooden tray next to the candies.

eleven was an observer, she liked to look, read people, analyze and then judge alone or with someone, lately she was max, the freckled redhead who was recovering from her last most recent injury, her broken wrist thanks to skateboarding.

“steve spends a lot of time in the kitchen whenever we come here” Max murmured taking a handful of popcorn, it was his conversation with him, soft and safe.

“steve wants to impress y/n” eleven replied without looking up at the magazine he had on his lap and heard Max laugh softly “he was serious, max”

max looked up and watched you carefully, you were reading one of your favorite books while you bit your fingers, steve had picked you up at work. the book store that they had opened a few months ago and you had taken care of being there since its inauguration.

max watched steve come out of the kitchen with the tray and with robin behind with more food, the tray full of sweets, different sweets that she would not eat in her life, maybe dustin if they gave her money but in her life they would touch a licorice, a coke zero. ice but with ice in a glass.

“you don’t eat licorice, dustin hates the m&m, dobin hates the reese and no one eats those,” eleven murmured as he let out a sigh before laughing.

they heard you thank steve and max let out a loud sigh to look at lucas “why aren’t you like that?”

robin watched eddie and eddie watched robin before letting out a laugh at the same time while still seeing steve eating from his pretzel while he was looking at a magazine you had brought for him.

robin was really the first to realize it, but nancy and jonathan were officially the second to notice it.

you work was not so far from the newspaper from where she worked together with jonathan, it was close to the center but far from where you lived and where you spent the most time, steve’s house and the byers.

you had a car but you used your bike mostly in your morning and afternoon shifts but Steve hated you to use your white bike at night, especially when he knew your shortcuts to get there, the forest or the road.

“isn’t that steve?” jonathan pointed to steve’s car parked and completely turned off, in front of your work. “well, his car”

nancy nodded as she began to walk with jonathan, Will and Eleven towards the book store, with the “CLOSED” sign on the glass and the lights on she could see you on the floor with books around while steve moved some boxes

“what is he doing?” will questioned before he felt steps next to him

“helping her with the inventory” robin responded looking at them with bags in his hands, food to take away “and y/n she has to do the inventory at least twice a week and steve comes to help her”

“i didn’t even make the inventory in family video or at dinner” nancy spoke raising her eyebrow and Robin nodded

“i know, steve hates doing the inventory but y/n? she loves it” robin replied looking at the four curious people waiting for more answers “....while she makes the inventory she makes three rows, the ones she wants to buy, the ones she will read between shifts and the ones that steve and i may like”

“steve’s reads?” jonathan joked and robin laugh

“no, he doesn’t but for her she does” the redhead laughed as she began to walk towards the door “see you on friday, guys”

when she disappeared from their views, eleven looked at nancy and will a jonathan, they had talked about it, but it was a very on the table to joke.

“i can’t believe it...steve is in love,” jonathan murmured, “he’s in love with a girl who seems to easily reject him if she want it ”

“i know” eleven murmured raising her shoulders and nancy laughed

eddie was the one who made dustin notice it, it wasn’t really much work

“why are we going to steve’s house at this time? we should be on our way to the record store, eddie” dustim complained as he let out a really frustrated sigh

“i have to take my toolbox to Harrington, he called me before leaving and he has saved my ass many times” eddie replied looking at the road “i wonder why i needed it”

“fix something, genius” dustin spoke in an obvious tone before receiving a blow to the back of his neck “ouch”

when he arrived at the Harrington house, Eddie left and Dustin’s curiosity followed him until he ended up in his yard, your white bicycle was lying on the floor while steve rebuilt his light brown artificial straw basket.

“there you are” eddie took his toolbox and put it on the floor looking at the bicycle on the floor “what happened here?”

“i’m fixing y/n’s bike, she mentioned that it had no maintenance and i’m checking it” steve responded calmly by repairing the bicycle

“and...why don’t you take her to the store? eddie pue-“ dustin was going to continue but his gaze landed on you, sitting on the glass patio table under the umbrella with a flower dress, glasses, a coke with ice and reading a book “hey y/n!”

“hello dustin!” you smiled raising your gaze “hello eddie” showing your teeth you smiled again and steve looked at the boys finishing the basket he had made

“thank you for the eddie tools; I owe you one” steve smiled slightly before looking at the tires of the bicycle “I will stop by the store to inflate the tires, will it be wayne ?”

“the old man lives in that place since we opened it” eddie joked before hitting dustin “we’re leaving, enjoy your evening, guys”

“that was-“ dustin began to talk and Eddie nodded.

“every two or three weeks” eddie raised his shoulders as if nothing “yes, it’s not the bicycle, he carries the y/n car and makes us crash it four or five times”

“but y/n doesn’t have a driver’s license” dustin spoke by opening the passenger seat “ah- ouuh I understand”

“how could you notice that about steve?” eddie questioned by turning on the car

“steve cares about everyone, even you,” dustin simply replied, “seeing him do this is normal”

“uhm as if i had ever brought you a source exclusively of sweets on movie night” eddie annoyed dustin

max, lucas, joyce and hopper were the next, four to realize.

“does anyone know when steve will arrive? i need him to show us the way to be able to go quietly in joyce’s car with the children” hopper approached jonathan and he gently denied

joyce told every human being that she would go, max, lucas, dustin, will, mike érica, and eleven check, robin, nancy, jonathan and eddie check, y/n and steve, no check.

“two of all of them here are missing, and one of them owns the place,” joyce reported as she watched everyone deny

“y/n works today” max spoke while eating his chips “afternoon shift”

as if it were magic, steve’s car was parked on the sidewalk of the hoppers as he went out and opened the back seat and you left the co-driver’s seat to open the trunk.

“i’m sorry for the late, i couldn’t close the door and steve had to help” you apologized by taking the suitcases of max, érica, dustin and lucas to put them away to approach joyce and give her a hug.

“steve went to work for you?” hopper question and you nodded

“i didn’t take my bike, it was going to take up a lot of space in the trunk and no suitcase was going to fit,” you replied receiving the drink that steve extended to you, “are we going?”

both joyce and hopper always had a small space for steve, who had given his body, strength and sacrifice in addition to sweat and blood for those children without control. this was new news for joyce, who kept in touch with steve weekly

“don’t say anything, we know,” jonathan responded by looking at you getting into the car with the help of steve, closing the co-pilot’s door before getting in the car and asking the boys something.

max and lucas were the ones who noticed the tension, steve was the one who guided the road, three stops to go to the bathroom and in all of them he went to the store to buy you something, anything but he came out with a bag and if he remembered something for them too, a stop at a hamburger restaurant and he was the one who asked for your order and paid.

small actions that showed great feelings was what max in the middle of the road while you were sleeping and steve had turned down the music.

you used to be very reserved in the group, you joined thanks to your closeness with dustin but you never knew what happened until max was the one who called you to go to the byers’ house because they needed help with a problem.

the problem was steve harrington beaten by billy, from there you started to frequent and now you were the center of the universe for steve.

it didn’t matter who wanted to go out with steve, him was watching you.

the moon wanted the attention of the sun but the sun was very focused on the earth.

♡.

who spilled the drop of the vessel was érica, she was the youngest of the group but the most daring, fast and intelligent, she had the ability to put things in their place and make people uncomfortable if she wanted to.

like now, great barbecue, excellent attention, you hated the sun and although steve convinced you to go out you decided to stay close to joyce and hopper while you read a book and talked with joyce and from time to time with robin when you put a blocker on his face.

eddie took the hot dog that steve asked him for and érica watched him, he watched you while you were talking to joyce but steve was focusing on you.

“when will you tell her that you’re dying for her?” erica spoke making even nancy stop doing what she was doing from where she was not far from the pool, steve under her sunglasses and observed érica “what?”

“what about what? what are you talking about, girl? i’m not in love with y/n” steve bit his hot dog “we’re just friends”

“you do things for her” érica rubbed her in the face

“i do things for everyone” steve defended himself foolishly

“can you fix my bike?” dustin looked at steve and he denied

“of course not, take her to eddie’s store, he can see her,” steve replied rolling his eyes and everyone looked at him... he fixed and checked your bike biblically every two weeks “oh come on, i’ll do more things for everyone”

“we worked two years in family video and a summer in scoops today, you never made the inventory,” robin pointed out, judging him

“you’ve never removed the nuts from my deliveries and I’m allergic to them” dustin did the same

“or you’ve never almost run out of a place when we call you and ask for a pull to any side” lucas continued

“since i met you, the only time you told me a candy was by mistake,” eleven said.

“here the important thing is that steve reads for that girl” jonathan murmured still surprised at what he hear

“do you want to hear something more cheesy?” robin looked defiantly at steve and then at Jonathan when the seat “he bought her the row of books that she made that night from the inventory”

steve let out a sigh and looked at everyone giving them good points about the fact that he was in love with you and went crazy about your existence, they were right but he was afraid of a very internal one that he didn’t want to admit.

“well, i like her,” steve acknowledged, “but not because i like her, i taake care of her, she is practically alone here and-“ steve was going to continue but eddie interrupted him

“shhhh- hey and/n what’s going on?” eddie looked at your heels, because you liked those beach heels and they were beautiful and pink, also a gift from steve

“joyce and i will go for something and i need the keys, sir” you went to steve and he nodded getting up from the floor starting to walk with you towards his jacket “all right?

“yes, so-....uhm, can we talk later? when everyone is in their rooms” the chestnut asked as he handed out the keys to you and you nodded

“when will you tell him that you are in love with him?” joyce questioned you as soon as they left the house and got in the car “hey, don’t look at me like that”

your relationship with the people who were your family was not satisfactory enough for you and joyce was the closest thing to a maternal figure.

“i’m not in love with steve” you murmured looking at steve’s car, every night shift steve went to your work in pajamas, red checkered pants or his gray divers and a black t-shirt to pick you up and leave you at home safe and sound, he didn’t care that your bike dirtyed its trunk upholstery “….well maybe”

“honey , you can lie to me or try, i, joyce maldonado i can assure you that you have to do it now” joyce spoke while driving “i met hopps when i was approximately twelve years old, in high school I fell in love with him and when i rejected him for my children’s father we didn’t meet again until after 20 years old” she expressed vaguely

“if your point was to encourage me, you’re not neuron successful”

“my point is... don’t stay where i stay, maybe my destiny was to have my two wonderful children but hopper was the one who was closer to them than his own father, i never gave myself the opportunity to look at him with other eyes of ‘it’s just a friend’s just a friend’t takes you at two in the morning because of cravings or because of your contractions he takes you to the hospital” Joyce river softly “when you know, you know, honey”

“steve is the only person i have here” you acknowledged “recognizing that i like it is uhm. betray what i told myself when i met him and saved me from that crack when the mall happened. i couldn’t afford to be alone again”

“and i know that now i have eddie and robin but no one like steve, steve- steve is very sweet to me, even when we were at school, everyone was too kind to me even when i was only with Jonathan” you continued and joyce nodded

“just remember it, honey, when you know you know”

when you know, you know.

steve kept his word when he said he wanted to talk to you when no one was around.

the country house belonged to his parents but he had obtained permission to take it for a few days and the yard was his favorite place in the house, later there was a small wooden kazeebo and that’s where you were waiting for him, biting your lips and nails from anxiety.

“hey, i’m sorry for make you wait” steve smiled showing the moderately large paper bag “i had to go for this without anyone seeing it”

you nodded nervously, you felt that you were going to pee in your pants and that you would have to sink into the bathtub in the bathroom in your room, because steve gave you his room in the house.

“steve, we have to talk well- i, i have to talk” you moved your gaze towards steve before playing with your hands “joyce is right”

“hopper is right,” steve murmured back.

“to let my feelings eat me is a good idea for my mental and emotional health, the last thing I want is to lose you because you are my best friend and probably the only one i can count on because Eddie never answers calls and- god verbal vomiting, i’m sorry, steve harrington i like you”

you expected a ‘i only see you as friends’ ‘but you are a little sister to me’ never expecting for

“i feel exactly the same for you,” steve replied, looking at you open your eyes in surprise, making him laugh, “all right?”

“pffff of course....no” you laughed nervously while you let out a laugh again “now what do you do?”

“i haven’t been in a relationship since I was seventeen” steve responded by raising his shoulders getting closer to you and wrapping your arm around your shoulder attracting you towards the “but i brought this”

“did you bring my dignity?” normally those were your jokes and he was very aware of them but he denied

“i bringed sweets and something for you, i would usually have given it to you in front of robin or the boys but there is something they can’t see” steve murmured as you let out a laugh and took the paper bag

in addition to sweets there was a small detail in a pink invitation, valentine’s day was approaching and you were thinking of sleeping all day but steve’s plans were different.

“Dinner for two. 19 PM. formal clothes”

you laugh before kissing steve’s cheek and taking a pack of reese and taking a bite.

“i hated the plans you told me you would do on valentine’s day and if this didn’t happen i planned to force you to leave the house” steve commented taking the reede pedrizo that you gave him “do you accept?”

“i accept to be your valentine’s day, harrington,” you answered by getting closer to him, steve took your legs by placing them on his lap and your body on his arm.

“how?” steve asked softly, “what did you talk to joyce?”

steve also talked to hopper, in fact he was forced by him while you weren’t with joyce and the boys had already had fun bothering him

“rather know you who talked to hopps” you murmured softly and he raised his shoulders

“about knowing when you know it perfectly and you don’t want to admit it” steve murmured about your syen and leaving a soft kiss to hug you again.

[secret-rendezvous1d]

can you imagine the come down with Harry after all these special Wembley shows? this time around, instead of spending the night in a hotel, you decided to head back to your shared flat in London before starting to get ready for Cardiff. and you just spend the days off cuddled up somewhere, in bed, or on the sofa, watching whatever crap is on UK TV. yesterday was Father's Day so you did the obligatory drive round to each of your fathers' with a card and a pressie before coming back, both of you changing into your Love On Tour sets to resume the slothness of the day. and the day before the Cardiff shows are due to start, you're still just taking it slow. maybe doing a clear out of the flat so you don't have to do it when the tour officially ends. just grateful you can go to up to him without any crew members bending his ear, grateful that your boy gets to do what he loves, but also grateful that you get to love him, without any interaction. i'd imagine that as much as the missus loves coming with Harry on his tours, nothing beats nearing the end of it when he'll go into hibernation and it'll just be her and her harry.

oh god- this triggered something in my head and i'm not well- so you guys can deal with it with me...

W E M B L E Y H E A D C A N O N

it doesn't truly hit harry till the end of his four night residency.

the entire week is like a blur - from the moment they land in london after his show in ireland, it instantly flies by and the two of them feel like they don't have the chance to be themselves.

nights one to three, they end it at home.

the first night, he's tired. he forgets just how much of a chokehold that wembley stadium has upon him and he forgets how the entire atmosphere just drains him (in a good way, of course). all he wants is for the two of them to go back to their home, back to their own bed and the comforts of a house and not a hotel room, and collapse under their sheets because it's been too long since they've spent time in their own house.

the second night, they stay for a little while after the show with his family and her family and their mutual friends and his band. having the champagne and the beers and the alcohol that had been left from the previous night because everyone just wanted to enjoy the whole night and wanted to remember it all without being drunk. they wait till the london traffic would have died down so they could go straight home but neither of them cared what time it was that they walked through their front door and slowly got themselves ready for bed.

the third night, they choose to get food on their way home. getting dressed in their comfiest clothing (yn's had to be his love on tour hoodie and harry's had to be his personalised adidas tracksuit that he had custom-made for everyone on his tour) and leaving as soon as they're ready. craving something greasy. burgers. chips. the biggest coca-cola they could find.

at the end of night four, however, hey wait till the very end of the night - when everyone, from the fans to their families to the tour crew to the cleaning crew, was out of the stadium - to just take in the entirety of the venue themselves. a bottle of wine in his hand, two glasses in one of hers, their free hands held together with clenched fingers as they walked down the corridors and made their way back out.

the air is still warm.

the sun is still setting so there's a gentle hue in the horizon of the arch standing high above the stadium.

the lights are still on, the stage is still set up, and all they can do is stand in the middle of the set-up and take in the depth of the place he'd just sold out for four nights. lit up enough for him to truly see what he'd just done.

"mad, innit?"

he sounds so quiet compared to how loud his voice was booming around wembley not more than two hours ago.

"it never gets old. it's so amazing."

they walk down the stage, passed where johnny's place would have been, and sit themselves down in the middle of the peak of the square stage.

legs dangling over the edge.

the sound of wine glugging into two glasses.

"this view will never be something i get used to."

"it's beautiful, h. when it's empty and when it's full of people you've taught to be themselves."

and they sit there for a while; reminiscing about the last thirteen years and the times she'd been able to attend shows that were huge milestones in his career. and they cry a little, with happy tears in their eyes, and they laugh a lot and they just take in everything together.

and yn is always surprised when she feels even more pride in her body - more than she thought she could feel - and listening to him talk about how appreciative and thankful he is for everything, it makes her feel so lucky to be able to be alongside him on his huge journey as becoming who he wants to be.

and when it's time to leave, they're a little wine drunk and it's a good thing that they had a driver driving them home tonight.

kissing in the back of the car, holding hands, being close to one another practically drooling over one another, feeling like teenagers in love. giggling, flushed cheeks, tousled hair atop his head and tendrils falling from her up-do that had managed to stay up for the entirety of the night.

and they made love all night.

a quick one in the kitchen as they made themselves a snack before bed.

in the living room because they couldn't quite make it up the stairs and he couldn't stop looking at her bum as he followed behind her.

at the top of the stairs because he tripped up the second-to-last step and took her to the floor with him, cackling in her face before she started something he just couldn't say no to.

in the shower - their favourite place - washing off their sun-kissed skin and pressing kisses in the path of the scrunchies scrubbing at their skin.

and they finally ended the night in bed. having the softest and the sweetest and the most sensual sex they could possible give each other because all of their emotions were to the brim and bursting from within.

it's practically morning by the time they fall asleep, birds tweeting through the open window and cars passing by as people went to work, but they don't care because he had a day off of travelling and touring the following day and neither of them needed to be up for anything in particular.

[skzftw]

#Happy Birthday LEE KNOW

Watching FIFA together with I.N. || SMUT 18+

About hating watching Fifa because they used unofficial flags.

For Lee Know' birthday.

#manyinsecuretalk

#complimentstalk #noona #itemfetish

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But why...

So he was like a boy from Seoul and he is currently also a K-Pop idol. One day I watched a football game with him and we were very quiet.

1 month ago, when I asked him about his career he said that he was a K-Pop idol under the group 'Skittles' and they produced in Seoul. I don't know if that is safe. Me, I graduated from Switzerland and I know what is quality (high or low).

Then we watched the FIFA game of Qatar but everyone in Seoul was very quiet. I feel like everyone who doesn't like football just came for the South Korean Flag.

I asked I.N.:"What team are you cheering for?"

He said nothing.

Maybe he was also not into football. In this case, no one in Seoul likes football.

I was sitting very quietly and hugging my legs because I thought it looked like a horror movie. But the FIFA trophy was very gold and looks like a penis.

Then with all of my guts, I said to I.N.: "The trophy looks like a penis."

"No, it has the earth globe on it," he answered.

I thought about something to say but he already poured the glass with ice because he was bored.

"When I lived in Switzerland I was very close to Young Boys."

"O.K." I.N. said and filled the glass with Coca-Cola but with violence.

"And you never wore any t-shirt."

"I also hate football when I was in school."

"I don't. I like it."

"Here is Gangnam, right?"

He nods.

I sighed. But OK... I asked because it is very quiet. It is almost like an advertisement.

I checked out the team from Wikipedia because the game has not yet started. It was South Korea against Thailand or something. I think South Korea would have won because it is colder here.

So, the football players came from different teams. England, Saudi Arabia, and Germany but no one was in Young Boys.

Then my phone was gone.

"Already in their 30ties."

I got no answer.

"It snowed a lot in Seoul," I said to I.N.

"Very cold", he answered.

"I think the flag is fake," I mentioned because I can.

I.N. said, "Everyone knows that the flags are fake."

I nod. I pointed out the mistakes. "They drew the flag by themselves."

He was shaken. "OMG, so many fake things. Let us not watch."

"I want to watch."

Suddenly his hands crept in my love handle and he said: "Noona."

I found the situation very funny because I graduated from Switzerland and this is abusing my knowledge. It is like everything is failing in front of me.

I.N. said: "I know that you came from Biel/Bienne. I also like Young Boys".

"Y-yeah, Young Boys. I was living there."

He laid me down on my sofa's apartment and then dodged closer but I don't know why. I looked like he tried to have sex with me.

"Maybe it is your fault that the flag is unofficial," he threatened.

I said that I don't know. I feel like missing something but I don't want to miss it.

"It is not my intention to make mistakes."

He smiles so big and then he lifts me to the bed. He wanted to lick my ears but then I said: "The game is starting..."

He said, "I know, noona but I don't wanna watch."

I think he is afraid so I think he wanted to suddenly have sex. I just said nothing.

"You can watch me instead..." He confesses.

I nodded accidentally. I did not want but now it is too late. He took off his shirt and threw it in front of the Gangnam view.

"But you are not dancing to rain..." I joked.

"I wanted to."

I then noticed he already took off my t-shirt. "I did not allow you to do this," I scolded.

"Seungmin hyung would have allowed me," he ended the conversation.

I thought he ground on my pussy and he did not stop.

"Who is Seungmin?" I whispered. I don't know the group 'Skittles' so I don't know Seungmin.

"You don't know Seungmin?" He angrily ground my legs.

I shook my head.

He could fastly take off my pants and my panties too, in front of the Gangnam building. He was hard and funned me on my bed. He groaned very loud and just came on my belly. He did not take off my bra.

After he was done funned me he took off my bras.

He said: "Sorry about that"

And then he noticed that he came on me.

I asked, "Did you drink???"

He bowed and apologized. He also tried to clean me but then he whistled.

"Your body was better than watching FIFA," he ended.

The End

[hypernet]

Microcríticas 132: It follows

Microcríticas 132: It follows

“It follows”, retwuitea tu mierda.

Si he de morir, que me pillen divina…

Pues resulta que, así de improviso, el otro día pude ver una peli que no había visto antes (esto cuando eres padre de un retoño de meses es todo un logro), y me sorprendió gratamente el filme “It follows”. Sí, no es actual, ya tiene como cinco años encima, pero pertenece a esa gama de terror indi que narra los hechos…

[softholand]

pot valiant - t.h

pairing: bartender!tom x reader

summary: pot-valiant, definition; bold or courageous under the influence of alcoholic drink

warnings: drinking, swearing, smut, dom!tom

words: 4.3k

a/n: i did it!!! bartender!tom was always present in my mind and after that picture (thanks paddy!!) i couldn’t help myself ;))) i hope you guys like this and please let me know what you think <3 enjoy!!

Two weeks, three days, 5 hours, and 22 seconds. That was the time your best friend Briana gave you to mourn your last failed relationship. Once that time had passed, she broke into your house, made you take a much necessary shower, forcing you to shave and wash your hair, while she took care of the mess that was your house. Plastic food containers and cans of beer and Coca-Cola littered both the kitchen and the living room floor, making the house smell like a garbage can.

“Glad to see you’re still alive!” Briana cheered after you got out of the shower, wearing your fluffy robe. “I am but barely. Wow, what did you do to my house?” You asked, being met with a completely different scenario from the one you left.

“I just put out the trash, y/n! Something you should have done before.” Briana scolded you, making you roll your eyes. “Should have waited and put me out too, since I feel like trash!” You groaned, flopping down on your sofa.

“Hey, no, no, no! Get up, y/n! We’re going out!” Your best friend announced, before trying to make you stand. “Noooo, please, Bri! I’ll do anything you want, but that!” You pleaded, but it was of no use. “I don’t wanna hear it, y/n! I didn’t come here to clean your house, I came to take you out of here and that’s what I’m gonna do.” Briana stated, taking your hands.

“Bri, I love you, but please let me stay just a little longer, I’m not ready for the outside world yet.” You groaned, trying your best to convince your best friend. “y/n, I love you too, that’s why I’m here! I can’t stand seeing you like this anymore! Yeah, what Tyler did to you was fucked up, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop living your life because of it.” Briana exclaimed.

“I know, Bri! I know! It’s just… hard for me to wrap my head around the fact he ditched me after all this time and that I’m single now.” You sighed, starting to feel emotional. At that, Briana pulled you closer and wrapped her arms around you, engulfing you in one of her best hugs. “I’m sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to make you cry again.” Bri apologized, making you chuckle through your tears. “It’s okay, Bri! It’s not your fault, really. I’m just… a mess!” You laughed, drying your face with the robe sleeves.

“One drink. We get one drink and if you still don’t wanna stay after that, we leave. I promise!” Your friend offered, with hopeful eyes. “Fine! One drink!” You sighed, to which she squealed. “Yes! Thank you, y/n! You’re not gonna regret it! I’ve found this new club, it opened just a couple of weeks ago. You’re gonna love it!” She grinned. “Now, go put on your best outfit, we’re going out!” Briana squealed, making you laugh at her excitement.

About an hour later and after a whole lot of makeup and trying on clothes, Briana finally decided you were done with what she called: a Cinderella transformation. Of course, you laughed at her choice of words, and to irritate your friend, even more, you asked if you also should be back at midnight. She gave you the middle finger, before giving up and joining you in laughter.

After a quick cab ride, that could be done by feet, not with the heels you two were wearing though, you and Briana were at the new club she talked about. Once inside, you had to admit your best friend was right. The place looked like a mix of everything you enjoyed, the walls were coated in a beautiful shade of red, while the lounge area was filled with dark green sofas. Different from the other places you had been to, the bar on this one was positioned right in the middle, with bar stools in that same dark green velvet texture, rounding the space. The dim light that filled the space gave a mysterious/sensual vibe, something you were also a fan of.

Briana immediately dragged you to the bar, waiting patiently for one of the many bartenders. While she made her request, you took the time to scan the place, noting some artsy bits that complemented the space. “What can I get you?” A smooth masculine voice took you out of your daze, making you avert your attention to him. Right in front of you, a gorgeous boy with hazel eyes and chocolatey brown curls grinned at you, waiting for your answer. What was even the question?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You apologized, making his smile grow even more. “I asked what can I get you tonight, darling?” He asked, making you smile with the nickname. “Oh, uh… a daiquiri, please!” You finally said, not being able to avert his gaze. “Good choice! I’ll be right back, girls!” He smirked, before going to the enormous wall of beverages behind him.

Once he was out of earshot, Briana lightly kicked your bare leg, getting your attention. “Isn’t he hot?” She mouthed, making you roll your eyes. “Really, Bri? Already?” Shaking your head, you went back to looking at your surroundings. “Oh, c’mon y/n! A woman has to eat!” Briana joked, making you both burst out laughing.

Seconds later, hot guy was back, this time with two cocktail shakers in his hands. Like every bartender in the world, he made his presentation while pouring the ingredients into the containers, making sure to really flex his arms while shaking it. Not that you noticed.

With two glasses in front of you, he poured the drinks in, doing the finishing touches before serving them to you. “Two pretty drinks for two pretty ladies, enjoy!” He smirked, before going back to his business. “Oh God, he only gets better!” Briana jokingly fanned herself, making you laugh. “He’s just doing his job, Bri! How many times do you think he used that one?” You asked your friend, who rolled her eyes at you. “You’re no fun!” She groaned, putting her tongue out.

Briana was only halfway through her Cosmopolitan when one of her favorite songs started to play. She made everything in her power to make you go with her but you denied her offer, stating you were fine watching her from the bar. With her drink in her hands, she made her way into the dance floor, purposely shaking her booty at you, which made you laugh and almost choke on your barely touched drink.

“Not into dancing?” The same voice from minutes ago asked, startling you. “Oh, no! Not today, at least!” You shrugged, offering him a smile. “So, what brought you and your friend here? I’m Tom, by the way!” He asked, cleaning the surface in front of him, making the watch he wore catch the fluorescent lights of the club. “y/n! And to be honest, she dragged me here.” You told him, giving into their usual small talks. “Wanna talk about it? I’m a pretty damn good listener!” He offered you with a smile.

You took a deep breath, asking yourself if it was really a good idea to share a part of your life with a stranger, and since you weren’t going to step foot on the dance floor, you thought this was the next most reasonable thing to do. Right? “Well, I was into a two-year relationship that ended a couple of weeks ago, and apparently staying inside your house, eating takeout food, and crying over stupid romantic movies is not a very healthy thing to do, so today she went to my house and here I am.” You smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

Once you looked at Tom, he gave you a pitiful look, to which you shrugged. “That’s not even the worst part though.” You said, the alcohol in your system already making the choices for you. “Instead of calling me or sending me a text asking to talk, you know, like a normal person, he invited me to his parents’ tenth-anniversary party and broke up with me in front of his whole family, claiming I wasn’t what he wanted in a relationship anymore.” With a raise of your glass, you finished your sad story, downing the rest of your daiquiri.

“Damn, what a dick!” Tom breathed after a couple of seconds, making you chuckle. “Oh, well! Cheers to single life, I guess…” You said, raising your now empty glass. “Need a refill?” He asked, pointing to the glass on your hands. “Please!” You huffed, before thanking him. “What will it be now?” Tom smirked, seeing your thinky face. “I don’t know, something strong.” He nodded, giving you two thumbs-ups, before going back to the wall to collect the ingredients.

Once the song ended, Briana came back to you and you two chatted until Tom came back with your drink, waiting for your approval. “It’s good! I like it! Thanks, Tom!” You smiled, locking eyes with him. “Do you want a refill too, darling?” He asked Briana, to which she said a beer would be fine. Once he was off, you felt your best friend's eyes burning a hole in your skull. “What?” You asked, impatiently. “We’re already on a name basis then?” Briana smirked, making you roll your eyes at her. “Yeah, I mean, he introduced himself, what did you want me to do?” You snapped and that was enough to her smirk double in size. “Okay, girl! You sure you don’t want to go home then?” She asked you for what felt like the fifth time. “Yes, Bri! I’m good! I promise!” You assured your best friend before she once again was off to the dance floor.

You quietly took sips of your new strawberry drink, watching from afar as your friend seemed to get her eyes on a specific guy for the night. She gave you a wink, making you roll your eyes at her antics. “She seems to be enjoying herself.” You heard Tom’s voice, turning the barstool to find him looking at you. “Yeah, she always does!” You agreed, taking another sip of your drink. “So, you’re from here?” He asked, sounding interested. “Yeah, I’m a local! You?” You said, raising your brows. “Same!” He smiled, going right to the next question.

The conversation kept going for most of the night, Tom attended some clients, while you took sips of your drinks, and once he was free, he was right back at you with another round of questions. Seeing as Briana wasn’t by your side anymore, you welcomed his company, glad at least this way you wouldn’t be left alone. “Museologist? I’ve never heard that before!” He grinned, making you chuckle. “Yeah, it’s not very common. Basically what I do is investigate and preserve material cultural stuff, like paintings, sculptures or constructions and immaterial, such as traditions and folklore.” You answered and Tom couldn’t help but find adorable the way your eyes lit up while you talked.

Briana came back after a couple more songs, sitting by your side and asking Tom another beer. “So, found your prey?” You joked, making her laugh. “Actually, I did! See that blonde? With the samurai bun?” She pointed and you nodded once your eyes landed on him. “Nice, Bri!” You complemented, giving her a playful high five. “Right? And he’s so sweet and smart and funny! He even asked me if I wanted to go to his house.” She blurted, seemingly disappointed. “And?” You asked, not getting why she reacted that way. “Oh, no! I’m not leaving you. I dragged you here so I’m taking you home.” Briana exclaimed, to which you rolled your eyes. “Bri, I’m totally able to call a cab and go home by myself. I’m fine, I promise! You can go with Mr. Samurai bun if you want.” You assured her, seeing her eyes widen. “No, y/n/n! I promised you!” She protested, making you groan. “I’m fine, Bri! Go with him!” Once again, you insisted. “Are you sure?” She asked and you had to laugh at her. “I’m not a child, Bri! Now go, he’s not going to wait all night!” You teased, getting a hug and a kiss on the cheek from your friend before she was off.

“Lost your friend?” Tom asked once he was back from his bartender duties. “Yeah, it's just me now and I think I’ll actually call it a night and go home.” You told him, making him frown. “Hey, not to sound creepy or anything but are you going by yourself? Because that’s not very safe and my shift ends in like ten minutes. If you want, I can accompany you.” With hopeful eyes, the boy in front of you smiled, making your heart flutter just a tiny bit. You thought about leaving a stranger accompanied you home, you really did, but something in your gut told you it was fine, Tom was a good guy and would never do anything to harm you. So, you went with it. “Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You smiled and ten minutes later, you were both leaving the club, at 3:30 in the morning.

Tom offered to call a cab but seeing as your house was only a few minutes away, you asked if it was okay for him that you guys walked. He agreed and with the moon illuminating your steps, the pair of you made your way into the almost silent streets. You guys kept talking and occasionally your hands would brush on one another, which caused little butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Once in front of your apartment building, you stopped, having no idea what to do next, since you were in a relationship for the last two years.

“It was nice meeting and talking to you, Tom!” You said, opting for the easiest way out. “Yeah, the feeling is mutual, y/n!” He answered, stuffing both of his hands in his pockets. “Thank you for… listening.” You mumbled, making him chuckle. “Of course! Whenever you need!” He smiled, not moving a muscle. “I’ll see you around, then. Bye!” With a little wave of your hand, you made your way to the door, while Tom watched you from his place. “Sure! Bye, y/n!” He exclaimed, making you smile, finally entering the building.

That’s how you found yourself going back to that same club every Friday, getting a couple of drinks while talking to Tom, then being escorted home by him. You had been doing this for almost a month now and Briana was starting to get suspicious. It was Friday again and she had just called you while you finished getting ready. “So, any plans for tonight?” She asked, already predicting your answer. “Not really, just gonna get some drinks and head home.” You said while clasping your black sandals. “Tom’s gonna bring you home again?” You sighed, already knowing where this conversation was heading. “I don’t know, Bri! If he wants to.” You looked in the mirror for the last time, before taking your bag and heading out. Once Briana finally hung up, you threw your phone into your purse, getting into the cab.

The routine was the same, you got in, spotted Tom, sat in one of the many barstools, and waited for him to approach you. “What can I get this beautiful lady today?” He joked, a smile wide on his face. Today he was wearing a simple black shirt, tight around his muscles, the watch still sat proudly on his wrist, and his curls were a little bit messier than most days. “You know you don’t have to waste your pickup lines with me, Tom.” You smiled, watching his reaction. “Okay then, what can I get this grumpy old lady today?” He smirked, making you chuckle. “A Sex On The Beach, please?!” You grinned and after a quick wink, he was off.

The rest of the night passed like magic, you didn’t even see the time pass and once you took a look at your phone, you saw that it was almost time for Tom’s shift to end, which meant it was time to head home. The chilly London air hit as soon as you stepped out of the club, making you shiver, seeing as you were only in a dress. Like the gentleman he was, Tom took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, and although you protested, saying he was going to catch a cold, he assured you he was fine with his shirt.

You didn’t know what you were thinking when the words “Do you wanna come inside?” came out of your mouth but now was definitely too late to take them back. “Oh, yeah! Sure!” Tom agreed, making you smile. The short lift ride was awkward and once you walked into your apartment, the feeling only grew. Tom stayed pretty close to the door, with both of his hands in his pockets, while you put your purse away and turned on the lights. “Welcome and sorry for the mess.” You said, going back to the living room. Tom just smiled, before saying, “You call this messy? You should see my house!” You both laughed and the tension was back in the air. “Do you want anything? Water, wine, beer?” You offered, taking off your shoes and his jacket, putting the both away. “Water would be good.” He said and you quickly made your way to the kitchen, shaking your head to try and get rid of some very intrusive thoughts.

“Thanks!” He smiled, taking the glass from your hands, while your eyes kept focused on his arm and the prominent veins and the way his shirt was almost being ripped by his bicep. “y/n? You here?” Tom’s voice brought you back, making your face grow hot with the knowledge you got caught. “Yes, sorry!” You apologized, watching as his smirk grew in size. He placed the cup on the small table by your door, before taking a couple of steps closer. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he put his hands on your hips, leaning the smallest bit in, not taking that stupid smirk off of his face.

His smell was intoxicating, the mixture of alcohol and mint was definitely making your mind clouded. “Tom…” You whispered once he was only centimeters away from you. “What is it, y/n?” He asked, looking between your eyes and your lips. “Kiss me!” You almost pleaded, his smirk the last thing you saw before his lips were crashing into yours. The feeling was new, you hadn’t kissed anyone since your ex-boyfriend and you couldn’t help but compare them. Tom’s was so much better though, his lips could be thin but they held so much power on them, his mouth worked like magic against yours, and before you knew he was pulling away, completely breathless. The pause didn’t last long though, he looked so good with his lips plumped, the tiniest of the smirks still proudly on them, you just couldn’t help yourself and launched yourself at him.

You backed him against the wall, moaning when you felt his tongue entering your mouth. Tom placed both of his hands on your ass, squeezing it before asking, “Bedroom?” Without breaking the kiss, you pointed in the direction of your room and before you knew it, he was carrying you in his arms. You squealed, wrapping your legs around his torso, before going back to his lips. He placed you on the bed, making a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way to your stomach. Once he positioned himself between your tights, he looked at you with his bright brown eyes, asking if he could take your dress off. You nodded and after a little bit of a struggle, he took the thin material out of your body, leaving you in just a pair of white underwear. “You’re so beautiful!” He whispered, going back to your lips and attacking them with kisses. “Tom, please…” You moaned, growing even more eager to feel him. “What do you want, darling?” He smirked, loving seeing you like that. “You, I want you!” With a shake on your voice, you pleaded and he finally took the clue and went to work.

After another confirmation from you, he discarded your panties, tracing his fingers through your now soaked folds. “You look amazing, y/n!” Tom breathed before going straight to your core. You let out a moan as soon as his lips touched you, making your whole body shake with pleasure. “And tastes amazing too!” He purred, focusing on his task. Your moans only grew louder when he pushed two of his slender fingers on your heat. “Fuck, Tom! Feels so good!” You blurted, not being able to control yourself. “That’s it, baby! I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers. Tell me how much do you wanna cum.” Tom whispered, making you clench even more, only by his words. “Wanna cum, Tom! Please…” You were never this talkative in bed and not once has a guy been this dominant with you but you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying it. “Cum for me, baby! Wanna hear you scream my name!” He mumbled and finally lost control. Your whole body shook with pleasure and you had to contain yourself from closing your thighs around Tom’s head.

Once you came back from your high, you opened your eyes to find Tom already looking at you, with some of your wetness still glistening on his chin. “You alright?” He asked, concern coating his words. “Yeah!” You smiled, before going back to his lips. With a quick move, you straddled him, helping him take off his shirt, letting his chest perfectly exposed for you. You lowered yourself, leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, each one of his abs, and finally, his perfectly sculpted v line. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, I’ll be perfectly fine by just giving...” You interrupted his mumbling by attaching your lips to his, hoping it would be his answer.

With the rest of his clothes discarded, you couldn’t help but admire his body. He was perfect. Sculpted by the gods, even. After wetting your hands, you took his cock, pumping a few times before attaching your lips to it. You twirled your tongue, tasting his precum, feeling him grow harder and harder on your hands. “Holy shit, you feel so good, y/n!” His words of encouragement were enough for you to start moving your head up and down, taking his member into your mouth inch by inch, until he was bucking his hips. “Fuck! You’re bloody amazing, darling!” He praised, while making direct eye contact with you, “But if you want more, you better stop before I coat your throat with my cum.” You had to admit, his dirty talk was doing something to you.

Releasing his cock with a loud pop, you climbed on top of him, kissing his lips. “Do you have a condom?” He asked between kisses. “Bedside table, first draw.” You answered and after a loud smack on your ass, you got off of him, both of you wearing playful smiles on your faces. Tom opened the foil package and rolled the material into his member, positioning himself at your entrance. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure you wanted this as much as he did. “Yes, Tom! I want you to fuck me!” You said, kissing his lips.

With both of his hands on your hips and a huge smirk on his face, he pushed himself into you, making you moan. It took you a few seconds to get used to him and once you nodded, Tom started to move, bringing another level of pleasure to your body. “Fuck! You’re so tight around me, y/n!” He whispered, biting your earlobe. “Tom, fuck me harder!” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to be railed by him. That seemed to take Tom by surprise but he was quick to obey your wish, thrusting harder and harder into your soaking wet core. “You look so beautiful like that, all sweaty, begging me for more!” He kept praising you, feeling how much you liked when he did.

With both of his arms by your head, he caged you, tattooing your face with kisses. “Feel so good, Tom! Please, make me cum!” You mumbled, by now barely able to form sentences. Tom was quick to obey and once his fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles in it, you were gone. Toes curling, you arched your back, getting a handful of the mattress in one hand while the other scratched Tom’s back. “Fuck, y/n!” With a final thrust of his hips, Tom reached his high, moaning your name like it was the most beautiful prayer.

He collapsed on top of you, leaving a long kiss on your lips, before getting up and tossing the condom on the trash. You went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, seeing as you were too tired to take a shower, and asked him if he wanted that too. He agreed and once you were decent enough, you put on clean panties and his discarded shirt, asking him to join you on the bed. Of course, he accepted, he wasn’t planning to go anywhere either so, after putting his boxers back on, he climbed on the bed with you.

You quickly doze off but right before you did, you admitted to yourself that, like most of the time, Briana was right, and going to that new club wasn’t a bad idea after all.

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[belovedmoss]

I missed you more that I miss Susan~tom x FEM reader

{GUYS I JUST GOT HOME AND AFTER I MASTERB- nah just kidding but seriously after I got home from vacation I thought of a story where the reader got home after vacation and tom fucked the reader after not being able to for a couple of days (five days) }

Also p.s I got home from vacation and it was amazing owo

(Also i you haven't noticed I do a lot of female readers I'm trying to write male readers but my male validation is all wonky ~[>^<]~ ) I mean wtf is wrong with me and that sentence??????

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~some shits boutta go down*~*~~*~*~*

(Also I haven't been doing mentally good so enjoy as much effort as i try to put into this min brav dysber!)

As always your warnings/topics

1 F/n= first friends name

2 f/n= second friends name

Topics: nsfw, degrading and praise, overtimulation, pet names, somewhat possessive, force....

You finally got home after your 5 day long vacation with your good friends (1 f/n) and (2 f/n). You were so happy to be home that day.

Except a certain someone was waiting for you. A no eyed-soon to be horney- spikey hair- guy named tom.

It's also 12 pm when you arrived, plus a secret story hidden in another story whaaaaaaa????))))

When you walked out into the driveway of the house you were staying at, with your roommates of course, a certain "well well well" followed by a disembodied Spanish guitar, perked your interest.

"Look who's back! It's y/n! Back from your vacation? It's better with you not here. " Edwardo said.

"Yeah it's actually quite without you here!" Mark followed.

Then sweet little jon said:

"But Edwardo...I thought you had a crush on y-" then a smack follows jon.

"Shut up!" Edwardo said with a huff. Followed with Jon's signature "oooow!" (I was so tempted to make him say 'i wish you were dead' but that's kinda sad ngl)

You ignored them as they walked back to their house.

Then you entered yours.

The 4 guys were sitting on the sofa (fun fact: if your couch has arms, it's not a couch, it's a sofa) watching "attack of the insane zombie pirates from hell IIIII" (5). Tom did a double take and jumped up. You could see he was happy....not just on his expression though. You couldn't help but oogle at him down there. But he said

"Y/n.....my ey- I mean my holes are up here" he said snapping his fingers. After you tried to tear Tom off of you, you said hello to the other 3 guys.

Matt kept telling you how much he missed you and can't wait to do makeup with you.

Tord gave you a knuckle rub on the head and said he's glad your back.

Edd asked if you wanted to chat about your trip, but you said maybe later, and that you were tired and wanted to get Tom off your back.,

As Tom helped you carry your bags to your room, he began to tell you how much he missed you.

"It was so boring without you here y/n I missed you so much and matt was annoying and that dumbass Edwardo kept bothering me and matt and edd about a stupid Coca-Cola fued and also did I tell you how much I mi-" he kept dragging on and on without stopping that his face was going purple, because he wasnt taking any breaths. So you stopped him.

"Tom....."

"Yes y/n"

"I know how much you missed me and I missed you too"

"And I also noticed that your little guy was excited to.....see me too...." You trail off as you bite your lip. Tom drops your suitcase.

Let me tell you one thing dear reader:

Since you have been gone....Tom has missed you so much...he just wants to dive in.

But dear reader...You try to make him miss you even more...But fail

So you don't want to have sex in your room, like you usually do, but instead want to make a mess of toms room. You take his hand and walk over to his room.

Tom hisses and groans at how hard his cock is.

"Tssss-y/n....." (how tf do you make a hiss noise?) Tom says in breathy moans. You close the door and playfully push him onto his bed, with him sitting up. (Get ready for the somewhat descriptive) you see his cock outline the space in between the crotch area of his black pants. You tease that area till Tom is basically on the verge of tears.

When you decide he had enough, you unbutton his pants and take down his undergarments, to reveal his long hard member. You kinda forgot how big his was and gulped like they did in the movies. But suddenly you feel a warm hand on your hair, and then you start to feel something warm go down your throat.

Luckily your gag reflexes are great, so Tom shower no mercy.

Every 5 times you went down on his dick, he made sure to give you some breathing time, but not enough for you to restart, do about 4-5 seconds would do for him. This continued for about 5 minutes before you decided it was your turn.

But Tom wasn't quite done with you. He wanted more, and he got more.

"~ahh fuck....Jesus Christ sweetheart...you're doing great~"

Or

"~Is that what you want bitch? For me to release another load into your sweet little throat?"

Would come out of that rat bastared mouth of his.

But you learned to accept it.

Then after about another 5 minutes, he thought you had enough of a throat fucking. You finally got more than 5 seconds of air and opened your eyes. Spit and cum was all over your mouth and toms bottom half of his body. You gasped and hungrily stared at the remaining cum, waiting for his approval to clean it up.

Tom with an exhausted look on his face, nodded in approval.

And you made do with the little chum between your petite face, and his crotch area.

As you cleaned up, with no hesitation, Tom flung you on his bed next. He fiddled with your clothes, removing every piece of clothing with a grin and a:

"Can't wait for you to be my little bitch toy"

As soon as you both were naked (surprisingly he took 5 minutes to remove it....Jesus Christ tom) he decided it was time. He made you get into missionary (making an au on that laterrrr) his favourite position not to mention.

It began.

Began with no hesitaion, just started pounding into you. The sound of skin slapping together, the pretty noise both you and tom were making, the moans and gasps and screams coming from both of you. At one point you came too early that Tom "had to start all over again" and he did. Except this time he went slow at first, but kept going fast after a few seconds.

>guys let your imagination shine because i don't know how to end this one<

[staticscreenwriting]

LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES // BUCKY BARNES // 3

THREE - Little Shop Of Horrors

Masterlist

Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

Bucky vividly remembers being about 10 years old and sitting on the living room floor watching his father assemble a heavy cabinet made from dark, massive wood. It had intricate gold ornaments along the sides and around the edges and even at that young age, he knew that it must’ve been expensive.

He likes thinking back to that memory, mostly because it’s one of the few that he can still tightly hold onto and recount the exact way he’s felt then, and partly because it’s so seemingly insignificant. It’s nice to know that some of the memories he regained after having his mind wiped clean, are tiny unimportant ones. It’s not just the big moments and grand gestures that make life worth living. Sometimes it’s the little things, the small details you look back on and fondly remember with a smile on your face.

Looking at the furniture before him, Bucky can’t imagine what his mother would think of these cabinets. Everything is white or beige or grey and there’s a lot of shiny black fronts and glass doors. The place is huge, so huge they have to tape arrows on the floor so people don’t get lost, and it smells of artificial vanilla and sawdust.

It’s not like he hates the furniture here, it’s just a lot and quite honestly, he’s not sure what really matches his personal style. Hell, he hasn’t had a personal style since before he went to fight in the war.

“ Ooooh, this one is very you! “ (Y/N) exclaims as she lets herself fall onto a fluffy brown 2-seat sofa.

If it wasn’t for her, Bucky wouldn’t be here. Not only because he wants her to come around more often and actually be able to sit on a couch, but also because she was literally the one driving them both here.

“Watcha doin? “

That was the text that started it, and before he knew she had pulled up to his apartment building, arm hanging from her open car window, and yelled “Get in loser, we’re going furniture shopping! “

Bucky assumes that is another movie reference though he doesn’t dare ask her about it.

“Nope, that’s a two-seater. Too small. I want to be able to sleep on it. “

“ Or, and hear me out on this one, you could get a new bed to sleep in. “

He doesn’t have any reply to that. It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep in his bed, it’s just — it’s too soft. It’s too comfortable. It makes it easy to fall asleep and dream. And it’s never pleasant dreams. It’s nightmares. It’s faces that haunt him. Innocent faces. Eyes filled with terror. Fear. Fear of him. It’s nightmares. It’s memories.

When he doesn’t answer, (Y/N) pulls herself back up from the sofa and wanders on “or we’ll just have to find a bigger couch, that’s fine too. “

And at that moment he’s entirely grateful that she doesn’t push him any further.

They wander around the store for a while longer, slalom in between sofas and recliners, swerve in and out of mock-up rooms, all the while (Y/N) keeps throwing puns at him incorporating the Swedish names of the furniture.

Hanging out with her kind of reminds him of the times he hung out with Steve when both of them were so much younger. Of course, it’s nothing alike. He’s not even close to the person he was then, the boy he was then. The thing is, back then everything was easy and light. Being here with her and listening to her horrible puns, that’s easy too. For right now, he doesn’t even notice the weight that’s constantly resting on his heart or the perpetual shadow that seems to rest above him. This is easy and it feels so nice.

They step into yet another room, this one painted a dark forest green. Against the wall, there’s a dark wooden cabinet holding books and a fake tv and in the middle is a corner sofa made from dark brown leather. It’s big enough to fit both him and (Y/N) and maybe even Lady if she’s okay with cuddling up a little to either of them.

“ I like that one,” Bucky says and lets himself plop down on the couch. It’s comfortable but not too soft. It’s just right. Is this what Goldilocks felt like?

(Y/N) sits down next to him, rests her feet on top of the couch table and for a second it’s just them and the black screen of the fake tv and the intercom system calling out for little Kyle to be picked up at the Småland play area.

“ Honey, “ (Y/N) speaks up after a moment, “ I think the tv is broken? “ her voice ringing through the mock-up in a thick Transatlantic accent, making her sound like the women in the movies he grew up with.

“ Huh. Ain’t that something ?”

“ Well didn’t you fix it like I told you? “

“ Guess I must’ve forgotten,” Bucky plays along, trying to suppress the smirk pulling the corner of his lips upwards.

“ Ugh, remind me again why I married you? “

Bucky shrugs his shoulders casually “ my good looks? “

“ Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s very unbecoming. Good thing is — “ she announces as jumps up, pulling Bucky up with her and right over into the next mock-up living room. “ We have another tv.”

As Kyle’s parents are called out again, (Y/N) and Bucky tumble from one room into the next. From kitchen to bathroom to fake little balcony. All setting the stage for another chapter from their made-up marriage. Scenes from a movie never made, a book never written. A beautiful kaleidoscope of could-be and never-was. A nice fantasy to get lost in.

If this was a rom-com, (Y/N) thinks, this would be the falling in love montage. Some killer indie track would play in the background and it would be featured in at least one Buzzfeed article about romantic gestures.

But it’s not a movie, it’s real life and she isn’t the romantic lead and Bucky is — well he would make a great leading man now that she thinks about it.

They make their way back to the green living room with the brown couch and the ‘broken’ tv and fall back against the leather, laughter shaking their bodies, tears of joy stinging at the corners of their eyes. As she catches her breath, (Y/N) taps Bucky softly on the right shoulder and drops her voice to a whisper.

“Honey,” she says “I don’t know how to tell you this but uh — there’s a family on our balcony.”

Bucky’s eyes follow her outstretched hand and sure enough on the adjacent fake balcony is a family of 4 staring back at them. And just like that, they fall back into a beautiful harmony of laughter.

“So explain to me again what this movie is about?” Bucky asks as (Y/N) takes another sip from her coke can.

“Dude buys a plant, it starts eating people.”

“And this is gonna show me what women want these days?”

A joyful chuckle falls from (Y/N)’s lips. “I mean … there is a love story and a moral about how far you’re willing to go for the people you love even if it might be morally questionable, but maybe — maybe we should consider this one the Halloween special.”

Bucky shrugs his shoulder as if to say “okay fine with me” and leans back against the car seat. The massive screen of the drive-in is currently playing some kind of ice cream commercial that has (Y/N) softly humming along to the jingle.

This trip wasn’t planned, in fact, they’d been on their way back home when a billboard at the side of the road caught (Y/N)’s attention and put a huge grin on her face, so wide it could’ve split her face in two.

That’s how he ended up parked neatly in a row of cars, Coca-Cola in hand, popcorn resting in between him and (Y/N) waiting for the commercials to end and the movie to begin.

“You’re gonna love this one,” she’s told him beforehand. He’s a little skeptical about it but he’s not gonna tell her. Bucky is just so appreciative of the fact that she bothers trying to introduce him to these things. They might not end up being for him but it’s a good feeling to have someone care this much. Someone who hasn’t been with him through all the shit. Someone who doesn’t feel responsible because they pity him. Someone who doesn’t owe it to Steve to look after Bucky…

“So … I still have some homework to do.” He chimes in thinking back to their conversation on his living room floor.

“Homework that involves me?”

“Mmh. Doc thinks I should learn some more things about you. Apparently, it’s not enough to know that you’re crazy about movies and talk a lot.”

“I do talk a lot.” (Y/N) agrees and pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you. What you want to know?”

“Anything.”

Since coming back from oblivion, Bucky hasn’t really made an effort to get to know anyone. Growing closer to people only means there’s more for you to lose. More people you can potentially hurt. He doesn’t usually learn new things about people because he doesn’t ask. Because he doesn’t want to know. It’s a lonely life but it’s safe. It’s comfortable.

But this is different. He’s in too deep now to stop. And yeah, maybe this is his homework. Maybe he asks because his therapist told him too but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. He wants to know about (Y/N). Even the little things. The insignificant details.

“Well as I said before, I’ve studied literature and creative writing. I want to be an author. That’s uh — that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. The thing is it’s very hard to actually get people to give your writing a chance. Especially now. The world is in such a weird limbo after everyone came back. There’s no room for my art right now. So I work as a waitress to make ends meet. “

“What would you write about?” Bucky asks and in her eyes, in the surprise that’s so clearly written on her face, he can see that people don’t ask her that all too often.

“I don’t know, life? “

“Love stories?”

She lets out a mix between a scoff and a snort “what do I know about romance? I can tell you all about the love the movies and the songs and the books want to sell us, and don’t get me wrong, I love that. But I don’t think I’ve ever really experienced true and honest romantic love. So how could I ever write about it ?”

For a moment silence falls upon them. It’s neither comfortable nor awkward. It just is. Sometimes that’s enough.

“Look, I might not know a lot about love either, but I do know that dreams are worth holding on to, no matter how out of reach they seem. If it’s something you believe in and that you’re passionate about, it’s worth fighting for it.”

“Huh, didn’t put you for such a motivational speaker. Where’ve you got that from”

“Didn’t think the skinny boy from Brooklyn was ever gonna save a whole bunch of lives and fight in a war. Steve was the walking proof that you can do anything. “

“You miss him, huh?”

People don’t usually ask about Steve. They either don’t care how Bucky feels about the whole situation or they know it’s a tough topic and avoid it altogether. The worst part is he doesn’t even know how to respond. Yes of course he misses Steve, more than anything really, but there’s also a little bit of resentment swinging along. With Steve here by his side, it always felt like there was someone there who understood exactly what Bucky was going through. Someone who also had to figure out how to navigate this new life. But now with Steve gone, he feels so utterly alone.

“Every day.”

“Look I’m not going to ask what happened because quite honestly I’m still trying to grasp the fact that there are aliens and superheroes and wizards — “

“Wizards are not a thing.”

“You sure?”

Bucky lets out a slightly annoyed sigh “Yup. 100%”

“What’s the Strange guy?”

“Sorcerer.”

“That’s not the same?”

“No.”

(Y/N) considers for a moment, eyes screwed up in uncertainty before she shrugs her shoulder “ alright if you say so. Anyway, my point is, I don’t know if you have that many people to talk to and I don’t know if you even want to talk about Steve but if you do … well you can talk to me. I know I talk a lot but I’m also a really good listener. “

There’s no doubt in his mind that she is. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to talk about Steve yet though. Not when his heart is still at war whether or not to be angry. Not when he’s still so uncertain about his own complicated emotions.

“Thanks, I uh — I appreciate it.”

Loud music starts to play and (Y/N)’s head snaps towards the screen just in time for the title card to pop up in big colorful letters as three women shimmy across the street and start singing.

Bucky can’t help but let his gaze travel back towards (Y/N) every once in a while. There’s something about her he can’t quite figure out, but the way her eyes light up as she watches the movie and the smile on her face, it gives him a warm feeling. Like bad things don’t exist for the 90 minutes they sit together and watch a film.

“Sooooo?” (Y/N) asks as she parks the car in front of Bucky’s place. Her eyes still hold a sparkle that’s both mischievous and excited.

“I actually liked this one a little.”

“A little?”

“Look it’s not gonna be my favorite movie but I had fun. But uh — maybe that’s just because I’ve watched it with you.”

(Y/N) grants him a beautiful smile. It’s full of warmth and care and honesty. And he’s glad he told her, even if it makes him vulnerable.

“You telling me I’m a good friend?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, you’re a good friend too, Bucky.”

He hopes she’s right though he has a hard time believing it. He’s never seen himself as the greatest friend. Everything he did for Steve he did because he knew Steve would do the same. It came so naturally from both of them that it never felt like he was doing anything special or exceptional. It was as easy as breathing.

“Do you wanna come up? We could order some food.”

“Oh, I can’t. Gotta pick up Lady from Robin’s place. But as soon as your couch is delivered count me in as the first sleepover guest. “

“Will do. Hey, you think I should name the plant we bought (Y/N) 2?”

“Depends, you wanna feed the neighborhood Dentist to it”

“Maybe.”

They fall into another fit of laughter and even though it’s not that funny, and even though it’s really dumb and silly actually, Bucky enjoys it so much. He can’t remember a day when he laughed this much, felt this light.

“Oh, by the way, I’m throwing a pre-Halloween-party next weekend. If you’re free you should totally drop by.”

“I um — A friend is coming around that weekend.”

“Then bring your friend! The more the merrier, right ?”

Sam is gonna be down, there’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind about it. Sam isn't the problem, he never is. It’s Bucky. Going to a party is terrifying for someone who’s never known anything but the 1940s. This can only end up in disasters.

And yet …

“Okay, I’ll let him know.”

“Cool. Awesome. Just uh — Just text me when you know. Also, there’s no special theme so you can dress up as whatever.”

“I’m not dressing up.”

(Y/N) blows a raspberry against her arm “lame! But whatever, you do you.”

He guesses that means as much as “suit yourself”.

They bid each other goodbye with a hug and a promise from (Y/N) to Bucky to text him once she’s home just so he knows she’s safe.

To her, that’s a gesture so sweet and endearing it sends a jolt through her heart. To him, it’s as natural as breathing. You do what you can to keep those safe that you care about, even if it’s just a simple little text.

“You dressed up!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Man, You’re wearing a costume. I’m looking at you right now. I can see it. You dressed up.”

“These are just my clothes.”

“These are just your clothes? Your normal clothes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re wearing Converse now?”

“ mmh.”

“Your Jeans are cuffed, man. I’ve never seen you cuff your jeans.”

“It’s something I do now.”

Bucky isn’t a very religious person. He doesn’t pray very often. At that moment though, he prays to god and every higher spirit one might choose to believe in, to open up the earth and let it swallow him whole.

“Look,” Sam says and gives Bucks a friendly pat on the back “you don’t gotta be embarrassed by it. I dressed up!”

“Yeah, what even are you, by the way? An exterminator?”

“I — what? No! I’m a ghostbuster.”

“Okay. Whatever that is.”

“Whatev— Bucky, Man you really gotta go with the times a little. I know you’re practically ancient but the Ghostbusters? Catch up!”

“Whatever. I'm not dressing up. Can we go?” Bucky sighs in exasperation, making Sam’s grin grow even bigger. Bucky knows that he’s just playing into his game, that Sam loves riling him up. That doesn’t mean it’s any easier to not let it get to him.

“Alright alright. Hold your horses. I’m ready. Let’s go … Danny Zuko.”

Bucky wants to punch him then but Sam is out the door faster than Bucky can even react, his loud laughter sounding through the hallway.

There are people everywhere. Sitting on the kitchen counter, lounging on the couches, leaning against the wall by the open windows. Everywhere. The apartment is small and with so many people inside, it looks absolutely packed. Like sardines in a tin.

Music echos through the place, a song Bucky faintly recognizes from the radio but can’t name. Sam seems to enjoy it though, his body already swaying along to the tune.

“Hey Buck, where’s your girl?” He asks as both of them let their eyes travel across the room and over the crowd.

“She’s not my girl and I don’t —“

In the middle of the room is a fish tank. It separates the living room area from the dining room and kitchen. Blue and green hues radiate from it as colorful fish circle around and swerve in and out of the plants.

But Bucky hardly noticedsthe fish, as his eyes fall onto the girl at the other side of the tank. The water sends a blue shimmer across her skin but her smile doesn’t lose any of the warmth it always holds. She looks beautiful. She always does but there’s something about her tonight that’s different from all the times he’s seen her before. Something ethereal.

At that moment, Bucky feels a fluttery feeling in his heart, in his bones, in his blood. He knows this feeling, has felt it before, a long time ago. Maybe, he thinks, maybe there could be more than friendship there.

And that thought absolutely terrifies him. Because falling for someone makes you foolish and dumb and vulnerable. And that’s awfully scary.

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[kneamet]

Tom Hiddleston is dating a younger(with a 10-12 year age difference) actress and he finds out that she cheated on him with an actor nearer her age. He locked her in his house. She will never go to outside. She belongs to him.

Trigger Warning: obsession, yandere, angst

Word Count: 1584

Character: Tom Hiddleston/reader

Summary: You and Thomas have been in a relationship for a long time, but he only now finds out about the cheated.

POV Your

Saturday. Day off. You stretched out on the soft wool sofa that was covered with a small blanket and stretched out on it like a cat that was tired of its worries.

But since today is a day off, not a working day, you can relax and enjoy a cozy morning and watch Netflix. Yes, that's what you needed right now. TV shows and food. The two most compatible concepts.

"Thomas!" you shouted across the room, wanting your fiance to bring you something to eat. I didn't really want to get up.

But why doesn't he answer? You exhaled sharply.

Thomas Hiddleston, or simply Tom, was your fiance. He was probably the best, most charming, and most awkward person he could be. You weren't intimidated or particularly bothered by your huge age difference. Being twelve years older than you, it didn't seem like something that bothered him or you.

After all, for love, all ages are submissive, aren't they? All people can love each other, regardless of age.

And although many people, even Thomas ' parents, have decried your relationship, saying that you are too young for him, and he is too old for you, that when you are forty, he will be fifty-two, and all that. And you were really angry about it.

What's their business? What does it matter to people who their favorite actor has a relationship with? And why do they wish death to all those who do not suit them?

After the announcement of your engagement to Tom, you often began to receive messages or letters from Thomas ' fans or from your wishes for death and that you will soon be separated. That he'll break your heart, you'll break his heart.

But no, it was all nonsense. You loved him, he loved you. Well, at least for a while, until you met Scott.

***

"Stupid script! It's the fifth time I've read the same line and I can't learn it! Damn it! " you swore on the set, being in a very crappy mood already. And how can you be in a good mood when you and Thomas had a little fight and he, without telling you anything, flew to America to continue shooting the series "Loki"? That's right, nothing.

You growled angrily, trying to make small but struggling tears. I didn't want to cry because something wasn't learning. At the moment, you just wanted to rest, but you knew you didn't need to take a break.

"Hey, are you okay?" a shy and very soft voice asked from behind you. The owner of the voice seemed very shy to you.

You let out a loud sigh, trying not to show the man your anger. Maybe he was just a fan of yours and nothing more. Turning to him with your whole body, you realized that you shouldn't have thought of him like that before.

There was a very handsome man standing right in front of you. His hair was black, and his eyes were as deep as they could possibly be. There was a feeling that there were no pupils in them, and they were just black. He licked his lips, which must have been soft, and spoke with them again. I wanted to kiss him...

So stop! You already have Tom! And he's much better than some unknown man. However, he was still attractive. Perhaps even stronger than your fiance.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he made sure softly, lowering his eyes and biting his lower lip with his teeth. However, suddenly something revived him, so he just held out his hand to you, adding: "I'm Scott, nice to meet you."

You just smiled at his awkwardness.

"Y/N."

***

Scott was the man who helped you out when you had a fight with Tom. Not the fact that he just sensibly ignored you without even calling, unlike your now-loved one.

Your then-friend helped you. He gave you candy, flowers, helped you out, and you watched TV shows together, lying on the couch and choking on a large abundance of Coca-Cola and chips. It was an unforgettable night.

You will remember that night for a long time, because after Thomas came back to you, trying to act as if nothing had happened and not even trying to settle the past conflict, he never allowed you to throw parties.

Yes, it is the parties. Pajama parties, if you please. Tom has always been quite strict in this regard, not allowing you to sometimes even do simple things, such as pay for the apartment. Although this apartment was yours.

But with Scott, it was the opposite. He often allowed you to do whatever you wanted, and even though he was worried about your well-being, unlike Thomas, he took part in your adventures himself.

Your brow furrowed. It's been a couple of minutes, and Tom still doesn't respond. Okay, I guess I'll have to get up and get my food in the living room. There's no other choice, though I wonder why Tom doesn't answer you. Really just ignores or teaches the script.

With a sigh and a roll to the vertical, you got up from the soft sofa, which you so did not want to leave, and pressed the stop button, walked to the kitchen.

In fact, a lot has changed since Thomas came into your life. And especially this constant monitoring, which never stopped and was very annoying to you. Not that it's overt, but you've always noticed that Tom wants to be in charge of your relationship.

Which you naturally didn't like.

Maybe it was some kind of protest when you got back together with Scott?

Yes, then it is quite possible to attribute it to this. Otherwise, there could be no other way out. Who can't get tired of constant monitoring, and the fact that all your conflicts are forgotten?

Whistling a tune from the TV series, you calmly and relaxed gait, slightly swaying your hips in different directions, went to the kitchen.

You raised an eyebrow. What's happening? Right in front of you, in a very cheeky uniform, with a bottle of beer, sat Thomas at the table. His hair was disheveled, and the blue eyes you once loved so much were looking down at the phone, where the news line was open.

You frowned. What's it? You stepped on the border that separated the corridor from the kitchen, being at a loss, approached Thomas, who seemed to be far from reality. Leaning over the man, you clung to him, reading the headline of the page with your eyes.

"It seems that the novel, which was predicted by a happy relationship, is over: Y/N meets Scott Evans."

I think your sweet water sandwiches and chips are off.

***

POV Tom

He couldn't believe it. It was unreal. No, she couldn't do that to him. Could not. I just couldn't. After all, they loved each other with a pure love, in which there were no problems and no doubts. They trusted each other and everything in their relationship was fine.

But to see it... To see that you — his favorite star, his sweet angel, his favorite-had cheated on him with some loser was simply unbearable. He thought you were serious.

And to see such headlines, in which you kiss near a small cafe-it was just disgusting. Why, why, why?

And at the moment, he didn't care that his beloved was calling him. Apparently she wants him to bring her something to eat. Thomas clenched his hand into a tight fist, fighting back tears.

He didn't like to show signs of weakness, but there was no way out now. It was such a disappointment that it was impossible.

Firmly and very obsessively clutching at the red hair, pulling it down hard. His peripheral vision saw his beloved walking slowly towards him. I wonder, what are you trying to achieve? Do you want to finish him off completely?

"What is it, darling?" Tom asked in a very painful tone, feeling his heart beat painfully in his head without stopping the rapid rhythm.

"Thomas, I can really explain everything..." he heard your voice. Your voice is so hesitant, but a little cheeky. He used to always like that about you. Even in the most difficult moments, answer very cheekily, while maintaining all their honor. However, what kind of honor can we talk about at the moment?

A man with the speed of an eagle, raised his drooping head to you, his beloved, and clenched his teeth together, exposing them.

"Explain? Jumping up from the table's uncomfortable and cruel chair, I shouted in response to your calm speech.

He knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself properly right now. However, I wanted to lie about my anger on someone.

"Are you sure, my darling? Are you sure? But I'm not!"the man wrapped his arms tightly around your frail shoulders, squeezing you out. There might even be some redness left, but he didn't care. In extreme cases, he will apologize later, or maybe not ask for forgiveness at all. "You're mine! You belong to me!" his eye was twitching, but he didn't stop screaming.

"Thomas, honey, I can really explain everything. But come on, maybe a little later. Now I'll go somewhere and leave you alone until you calm down and... " The man didn't let you finish, interrupting and feeling his eye twitch.

"You're not going anywhere! And I am absolutely calm, dear!"

"Tom..."

"I said you'd stay home!"

[strawberrywritings]

Some quarantine headcanons with Rio and Marcus because why not

The night the government announced they would impose the lockdown, Rio packed your bags

You went to stay with him and Marcus

Rio stocking up on cleaning supplies

“Just in case” and definitely not because he was obsessed with cleaning

Masks and hand sanitizer too

You made a “plan” for each day

A list of all the things you wanted to try in quarantine

You baked cookies

You painted

Marcus taught you some dances and you made tik toks together

You took family selfies

You fostered a cat

And then Rio bought Marcus the Nintendo Switch with Animal Crossing

And everything else was forgotten

You and Marcus took turns at playing it, becoming obsessed

You always tried to bring Rio into it, too, asking him to play

“Dad, come to my island!”

“Dad, look, I caught a tarantula!”

Rio always said he didn’t want to play

But one night he stayed up after putting Marcus to bed

Grabbed the Ninentendo

And he got addicted too

The next day you found him playing and he wouldn’t give you the Nintendo to play

And both you and Marcus started to tease him, giggling and poking him in the side

“You were right, it’s a nice game”

You had sleepovers

Movie nights with movie marathons!!!

All sat on the sofa, lots of blankets, pop corn

“But no coca cola past bedtime, buddy”

You all cuddled together

Marcus falling asleep on you and you falling asleep, too

And Rio looking at you both like you hung the moon and the stars

The news announced that quarantine would be over soon and people could start getting back to “normal life”

And Rio was sad, he didn’t want you to leave

One day he let you sleep in, having breakfast with Marcus in the kitchen

“Is Y/N going home?” “I think so, buddy” “I don’t want her to leave”

Rio started thinking

You were mostly at his place anywhere

So he started making space in the closet, rearranging things

You walked in, “Babe, what are you doing?”

“Making space for your stuff, wanna move in?”

You stood there speechless and you didn’t even know why because it made perfect sense he would ask you that

“Only if I get the right cabinet in the bathroom”

Your smile was big and Rio couldn’t really say no to you

So you got the right side of the closet and the right cabinet

You would think about moving out of your apartment once this mess was over

The only thing left to have was the key to his house

You already had the one to his heart

[cuervito04]

Me sentia cansada... No queria ver a nadie al entrar a casa... Queria sentarme en el sofa, prender el compu y hablar de bobadas con mis amigos, tener una coca-cola a mi lado y hacer chistes pervertidos, decirles que estan guapos, jugar algo en internet donde nos matemos a todos... Tenes solo un saco puesto y sentirme comoda...

[bastogne-boys-blog]

NyQuil

Pairing: George Luz x Reader

Warnings: none just fluff. not really edited

Word Count: 1503

Taglist: @gottapenny

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George knew that the prospect of sleep was far from guaranteed but that did not stop him from tossing and turning all throughout the night. He felt all drowsiness (along with most of his hope) leave his tightly closed eyes. George attempted laying on his stomach, back, and side but to no avail. There was no use. George Luz could not fall asleep.

Distressed, George's hand absentmindedly gravitated towards his wife sleeping soundly next to him. He slowly intertwined the locks of her hair in between his fingers like he was plucking a nylon stringed instrument. His hand grazed the surface of the goosebumps that were scattered like constellations across her skin and his chapped lips softly whispered in her ear. "Y/N, you awake?"

Y/N could feel the fragments of her dream fizzle and the reality of her bed sheets and George's voice set in. She sighed. The good night's sleep she seldom had was starting to circle the drain. "George, it's after midnight. Go to bed." Sealing the deal, Y/N turned her back to her husband and used the pillows to block out an impending retort.

"I've been trying to this whole time but no matter what I do, I just can't fall asleep. I've tried literally everything but nothing seems to be working."

Silence was the best, worst, and only reply he got, for Y/N was avid in the quest of regaining her dream. "Y/N? Y/N? Y/NNNNN?"

George exhaled. He didn't want to do it but the circumstances left him with no other option.

“Y/N, I don't know if you know this but you swallow an average of eight spiders a year and I just wanted you to know because I see a big one on your shoulder."

Y/N awoke with a start and hastily thrashed trying to swat the pretend insect so that her heart would stop beating a mile a minute. Her hands flew about wildly as she exclaimed "Get it off! Get it off!"

However, her efforts were abruptly halted as the shrill laughter of her lover cut through to her ears. George clutched his stomach, making no attempt to conceal the fact that he was the perpetrator of this heinous prank and found it absolutely priceless.

"George Luz, you are a national dipshit." She declared with a snit as her cheeks were covered in a sheen of color.

"Well, Ms. George Luz, I do try." He chuckled heartily and in asking for forgiveness, kissed the very same shoulder that fell victim to one of his usual pranks. "I had to get you up somehow."

Exasperated, Y/N rubbed her temples, for her patience was dwindling. "But why? Why did you have to wake me up?"

George's expression took an unexpected softening. "I already told you, Y/N. I can't sleep at all and it's making me frustrated. I'm sorry I woke you up but I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't this desperate."

Y/N sighed. There was those nights with nothing pleasant to offer that often haunted her poor husband. Nights that were unwavering with relentless nightmares or in this case, insomnia. "Have you tried reading? Or your breathing exercises?"

George solemnly nodded and rested his head on her chest, where it had layed many times before. "Yeah." he muttered.

"What about drinking some milk? That always seems to knock you out cold."

"I already looked but we ran out. Same with the NyQuil. "

Y/N felt ashamed of her earlier outburst because it seemed all of the misfortunes were happening all at once for George. He felt disheartened and in his time of need, she raised her voice at him. The guilt loomed over her shoulder like a watchful shadow, critical of the next move she was about to make.

"George... how about I go to the 7-11 that's down the road and get you some NyQuil?"

Her husband lifted his head, allowing the light that was departing from the moon to illuminate his affable features. In agreement with his emotions, his brows rose and his eyes widened in shock. "Y/N, are you nuts?"

Y/N shrugged. "Well, I have to be since I'm married to you."

"Touchè. But seriously, it's two in the morning. My love, I can't have you do that for me."

Y/N could admit that her actions were instantaneous and lacked careful thought but her generosity outweighed the left side of her brain. "Sweetheart, I want to do this. I feel a little bad for how I ignored you earlier and I want to make it up to you." Reaffirming her decision, Y/N kissed his lips and her fingertips delicately brushed the surface of his cheeks.

"Y/N, you didn't make me upset. I'm not angry at all. I understand why you ignored me; I can be a bit annoying especially at two am. Just, please don't go to the store for me. I'll be fine."

Y/N smirked. "It appears we have reached a stalemate. But y'know what helps when that happens?"

"What?"

"NyQuil."

"There's really no talking you out of this, huh?"

"Nope." Y/N slid out from under the duvet and pulled her robe on her shoulders. George followed suit with an unnerved expression. "Wait, it's really late, sweetheart. It's dark and you don't know the kind of people that are out there."

"If you're so nervous just come with me."

George Luz could only scoff.

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"George, we came here for one thing and one thing only. And that thing is NyQuil so put the hershy bar down."

"Alright. Alright. I'm putting it back."

Dressed in nothing but a robe to cover their pajamas, George Luz had dutifully followed his wife out into a nearby 7-11. The journey was less than ideal. It was cold and the street lamps were their only source of light. But regardless, they reached the convenience store and were greeted with an incredulous look from the clerk, believing he had taken too many night shifts to actually convince himself that he was seeing a couple at this time of night. The speakers played cheesy 80s love songs and the overhead, artificial lights were nearing the end of their spell as they flickered on and off.

Y/N searched every aisle, every shelf and rack but unfortunately came up short. It also didn't help that her husband decided now was a good time more than ever to try out all the pick up lines and puns under his belt.

"Are you from Japan? Because I'm trying to get in Japanties."

"You're name must be Coca-Cola because you're so-da-licious."

"If I had a garden, I'd put your tulips and my tulips together."

George's pleasantries were all but pleasing to the impatient girl. Each minute that passed subsequently became minutes that ticked away at the growing time bomb in her chest. Becoming dissatisfied with the lack of over-the-counter drugs the 7-11 had in their stock, Y/N dragged her husband by the collar of his robe to the next convenience store. However, at this store (and the third and fourth) they were faced with the same result. The hands of her watch traveled so quickly she couldn't keep up. The hours grew long and her forbearance shortened.

Y/N accepted defeat. She didn't want to but she did. Y/N and George returned home just in time to see the sun peak through from the ground. "I guess I really fucked up our sleeping schedule." George chuckled as he set the house keys on the counter.

Y/N found no amusement in their failed pursuit. She collapsed on the sofa with a fed up attitude as the situation still vexed her. "Is NyQuil the holy grail or am I missing something? You would think after searching for hours and hours we would be rewarded. But no. Nothing ever goes right for us."

George sighed as he delicately took the hand of his wife and kissed her left ring finer. "Y'know... despite the mishaps, I actually had a fun time."

"Really?" He nodded.

"I'm still fucking tired." George let out a breathy laugh. "But I got to spend time with my love."

Y/N fell into the warm embrace of her lover. His arms locked in place around her waist. "You're too good to me, Luz." said Y/N as he massaged her back, trying to ease the tension.

"You joking? That's all you my love. You're the one willing to buy me drugs at two in the morning. What more could I ask for?"

"Oh hush."

"Ok how about this?" George placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. "You and me will call in sick for work today and spend the rest of the day napping and watching movies?"

The corner of Y/N's lips turned upward and with it, lifted all of her stress and anxieties. "You really are too good to me, Luz."

[fatgirlwritesscenarios]

The Heart is Ticking

((A/N: And yet another one that was a completed request from forever ago. I remember having fun with this one, all the drama!))

Pairing: HoshixReader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 5,577

Summary: Soonyoung is in love, Jihoon is infatuated, and both of those things can literally kill you due to your heart condition. I don’t see how this can go badly at all.

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“Cheers to your Senior year!”

“Cheers to my prolonged release from the hell we call school!”

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

There was an echo of an excited howl as your glasses of Coca Cola clinked together, Soongyoung laughing when you downed at least half of your glass. You were both huddled close in the small restaurant you deemed “your spot”, squeezed together in the tiny booth with the surface of the table that separated you littered with hamburger and French fry wrappers.

There really wasn’t much to celebrate considering you were only a month into your Senior year, but your best friend, Soonyoung, had a habit of making anything and everything into a celebration. And you had a habit of just going along with it. It always ended in a good time, anyway.

“Yah, Y/N, you seem more bitter towards school than usual,” Soonyoung observed, grinning at you.

You glared in return while taking another swig of your soda, “…That’s because ou’re not there anymore to make it a bearable place! It sucks without you. Why did you have to graduate a year before me, huh?”

His smile grew wider, his cheeks red with a happy blush before he was mussing your hair, “Aww, is my little Y/N missing me already?!”

“Yah! Get your hands off!” you cried, batting his hands away, “So annoying. Who would miss that? And even if I did miss you, who’s fault is it that you decided to sign with Pledis to be part of their new group instead of going to university like everyone else? At least then I would have been able to see you more.”

You were right and he knew it. To be honest, he wished he could see you more, too; every day, just like it used to be…but for reasons no best friend should have for another, especially if one was too embarrassed and scared to admit it to the other. He shook off his feelings that were starting to weigh heavy on his shoulders.

“I was born to be an idol, Y/N! It’s my destiny!” he proclaimed instead with an air of regality he managed to make look comical.

You looked unimpressed, “We barely got to see each other over vacation. Is that your destiny, too?”

“Greatness requires sacrifice!”

“I hope you remember that when I’m too busy to come to your first concert.”

That was enough to break his heart and concede, the boy reverting into a whiny child; “No, Y/N, you have to come to our first concert! What kind of best friend threatens their support like that?!” he cried with a pout.

All you could do was laugh at him, finding his dramatics as entertaining as always. And all Soonyoung could do was smile at you, your laughter one of his most favorite things about you, the sweetest sound he’ll ever hear. It was all cut short, though, when your chest became painfully tight and breathing became a difficult task to accomplish. You gasped and fell into a coughing fit, your heart skipping at least three beats for every one beat it gave. Soonyoung panicked a little when you started beating at your own heart, the boy recognizing the signs immediately and jumping to your side.

“Y/N…Y/N, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. C’mon, inhale. Deep breath and push harder. Deep breath and push,” he guided you, wrapping his fingers around your fist and pressing it firmly to your chest rhythmically.

There was a big thump against your rib cage and you were finally able to breathe normally, no longer choking. You gulped down lungfulls of air and leaned back in relief, your breath shaky.

“God…that was a bad one,” you rasped, rubbing your sore chest.

Soonyoung was busy rifling through your bag, “Your medicine. Have you taken your last one for the night?”

You checked your watch and cursed, “I’m an hour late for the last pill.”

“Aish, you dummy! Shouldn’t you know better by now?” he pulled your medicine bottle from your bag and opened the top, placing the purple pill in your hand.

You knocked it back with a full glass of water, sighing deeply right after and resting back in the booth. Soonyoung stared at you, his expression reflecting worry as he kept an arm around your shoulders to comfort you.

“You scared me,” he said seriously.

You had the decency to look guilty, “I know. I’m sorry…Thanks for helping me.”

“Of course. I have to help. You’d die without me.”

You groaned aloud when he ruffled your hair for the second time, elbowing him directly in the gut. It wasn’t a hard blow, but he acted like you just made a hole in his stomach. His theatrics took your mind off of the episode you just had, making you fall out in giggles. He smiled at you, then, putting his arm back around your shoulders and rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.

You checked your watch one more time, your eyebrows lifting, “It’s late, Soonyoung, we both need to start heading out. I just missed the bus back home, so I need to be out there ready for the next one before it gets even later.”

“No way. The next one isn’t for another 30 minutes,” he said, scooting out of the booth, “I can’t have you sitting out in the dark alone at this time of night!”

“Well, you’re not waiting with me. Don’t you have practice early in the morning? I’m surprised Seungcheol isn’t blowing up your phone yet,” you retorted, the two of you gathering your trash and tossing it in the garbage before leaving the restaurant.

“There’s only one solution to our predicament, then,” he started, waiting until your eyes were completely on him, “You’ll have to spend the night at the dorms with us!”

Soonyoung counted himself a lucky man when you didn’t argue with him, possibly too tired to put up that kind of fight, and the two of you were soon on your way back to the dorms, a trip that would only take 20 minutes as opposed to the hour one back to your house. Your conversations were as silly as ever, but he was just as observant, taking not of how many times you had to stop from exhaustion, your fingers resting over your heart.

Those episodes you had, though they were few and far between if you were diligent in taking your medicine, always left you feeling drained. You never liked to draw attention to it, hating being a burden to others. You couldn’t downplay it around Soonyoung, though, as he finally confronted you when you stopped for the 5th time to “enjoy the scenery” of the alley to your left.

He turned around with his back to you and crouched down, “Hop on, Y/N.”

“Huh?”

“Get on my back. I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“What? No! Why would you want to do that? I can walk just fine,” you insisted, squaring your shoulders indignantly and beginning to walk with purpose.

Soonyoung was faster and, much to your chagrin, you were too weak to fight back when he took your arms, wrapped them around his neck and hoisted you up on his back.

“Eek! Soonyoung, you clown! What the hell?!” you cried out, swiping at his hair as he hooked his arms under your legs, “I said I was fine to walk!”

“Yeah and it’ll be morning by the time we get back going at your pace,” he teased.

Clicking your tongue, you grumbled about him being a jerk, but submitted anyway, relaxing against him. You shouldn’t have known he would pick up on the signs and do whatever it took to take care of you- he wasn’t your best friend for nothing.

“Thanks, Soon,” you said quietly, resting your head on top of his.

He smiled, melting at the gentleness in your voice and grateful that you couldn’t see his blushing face, “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

The rest of the walk continued in silence until you reached your destination. The dorm was dark and quiet save for a singular lamp left on in the living room; Soonyoung had let Seunghcheol know he was bringing you over to crash and he must have been the one to leave the light on. The rest of the boys were more than likely in bed already and so, the both of you had to be quiet- a tricky task to complete once you started arguing about where you would sleep.

“Y/N, you’ve had a rough night. Take my bed.”

“I’ll be fine on the couch. I always am.”

“The couch is not comfortable and you had something like a heart attack! You need to get a good sleep!”

“And I’ll get a good sleep on the couch! If I don’t get a good sleep, it’s because you sat here and yelled at me about where to sleep!”

“Y/N!”

“Soonyoung!”

The appointed leader of the Performance Unit groaned in agitation, stomping his foot like a child and writhing about in a tantrum. Despite all that, he didn’t say anything else, giving you the chance to stand up and approach him, squishing his cheeks in your hands.

“I’m sleeping on the couch. And that’s that,” you stated with finality, crossing your arms after.

Soonyoung lost this one and sighed, “Fine. If you’re gonna be stubborn like this…I’ll go get you some blankets.”

You giggled and he left to retrieve the desired items, missing the sound of the front door opening again. He grumbled the entire time he was getting the blankets and pillows about how difficult you were being, your strange way of putting others comfort before your own. It tended to stress him out sometimes, especially when all he wanted to do was spoil you at times like this, but…even that trait of yours he found endearing. He paused in his task to admire that cute look on your face when you argued against him, that adorable little frown and small glare that said you meant business.

‘Why do I have to have such a cute best friend?...And why do I have to be such a coward?’ He frowned at his own musings, shaking his head of those thoughts and gathering the items he had collected.

He made his way back to the living room, becoming aware of the whispering he heard. He didn’t see you on the couch where he left you, but the whispering was becoming louder…coming from the kitchen. He dropped the blankets and pillows on the sofa and then followed the sound.

“Do you think Mingyu will get mad if I drink his last can of Coke?”

“Probably. He’ll whine a lot for sure.”

“What if I buy him an entire pack tomorrow?”

“Just take mine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

The whispers and giggles that floated through the air came from you and Jihoon, Soonyoung stopping just in the doorway of the kitchen. The shorter male was home a lot earlier than usual and while the older was glad to see him home getting some rest at long last, he still felt irritation bubbling in his chest. Jihoon had this look in his eye…whenever he saw you, whenever he was with you, accompanied by a smile brighter than anything the rest of Seventeen had ever seen. Soonyoung knew that smile. He knew that look. It was the same look he felt himself give you and that same smile.

Soft. Adoring. Lovelorn.

“Why are you creeping around the corner like that?” Your question broke Soonyoung out of his thoughts, prompting him to step further into the light as you and Jihoon turned to face him. “Nearly scared the life out of me, haha.”

“Yah.” Soonyoung strode to your side in two steps, snatching the can of soda from your hand and putting it on the counter, “You shouldn’t be drinking that. Especially not after…what happened. It’s not good for you.”

You just rolled your eyes and scoffed, but didn’t argue. Jihoon looked at you curiously, his brows furrowing in growing concern.

“What? What happened?” he asked, moving a bit closer to you.

Soonyoung was the one who answered, “Nothing too concerning, Jihoon-ah. She’s fine now.”

You smile somewhat tightly at Jihoon, giggling a little as he touched your arm lightly, “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N-ah? What does soda have to do with anything?”

“I’m fine, Jihoon-ah, I promise,” you assured him, turning those pretty eyes Soonyoung loved so much onto Jihoon, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

The shorter nodded, but he didn’t move his hand. He even stroked your arm a little, as if to say that he was there for you. You appreciated the gesture, even felt a little bashful from it, but Soonyoung was starting to boil. However, instead of blowing up and making things uncomfortable for all three of you, he simply cleared his throat and nodded towards the living room.

“The blankets and pillows are out there for you. You should probably get some sleep now, Y/N. Do you need to borrow some pajamas?”

“Nah, I’m actually going to try and be out of here before you guys even wake up tomorrow. I have a Girl’s Day planned with a few friends from class that starts pretty early so, it’ll just be easier to stay in my clothes to run home in.”

He nodded and then looked at Jihoon, fighting to keep his agitation at bay. “We should get to bed now, Jihoon. We have practice tomorrow morning.”

“I will in a bit. I really want some tea, so I’m going to make some. Do you want any, Y/N?” Jihoon asked you, making his way towards the stove where the teapot sat.

“Sure! What kind are you making?” you asked, following him.

“Why don’t you choose one you like? We have some in the cupboard right there.”

“Over here?”

“Yah!” You both stopped at Soonyoung’s exclamation. “Tea!? At this time!?”

You just about had enough and rolled your eyes loudly; “Soonyoung, stop policing my beverages. You know who needs sleep? You. Now get going! Out of the kitchen and off to bed! Go! Go! Go!” you commanded, pushing him gently with a playful smile, “Maybe a few Z’s will put you in a better mood.”

“Y/N-”

“I don’t want to hear it! Good bye! Good night! You’re the best!” You cut off any more objections with a solid hug around his torso, Soonyoung frozen into silence, his heart beating a million miles a minute. “You really are the best, Soonyoung. Thanks for taking care of me.”

He embraced you back out of habit, happiness spreading through him at your softly spoken words. You looked up at him and stepped back, pushing him one more time towards the rooms.

“Good night, Soonyoung.”

“…Good night, Y/N.”

And then he watched you retreat back into the kitchen, your voice mixing with Jihoon’s as the two of you picked up your whispering. Soonyoung heard your giggles loud and clear followed by the other boy’s restrained laughter, Jihoon more than likely giving you that half-moon smile of his. Soonyoung didn’t want to go to bed. He didn’t want to leave the two of you alone. He didn’t want to give Jihoon any more of a chance to steal you from him. But he couldn’t very well run in there and say something like that…not now. So he had no choice.

With a heavy heart, Soonyoung turned and went to bed.

*~*~*~*~*

This was the worst night of his life. This was the worst news he had ever received. “What? What do you mean he has a date with Y/N?” Soonyoung asked, looking panicked.

Seokmin’s brows furrowed, the poor boy confused by Soonyoung’s reaction, “They have a date tonight. Jihoon asked Y/N to go out with him, like, three days ago. They’re supposed to meet up at the park for some kind of music festival in about half an hour I think.”

No…No, this couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was not okay with this. Soonyoung could accept a majority of the things that had been going on between you and Jihoon: the text messages, the phone calls, the Facetiming at random intervals of the day. He could accept that you sometimes came over to hang out with Jihoon instead of him and he could even accept how close the two of you had gotten over the past month and a half because it still didn’t mean anything serious was taking place.

But this? This date? This very real, very serious date? No…He could not accept this…He won’t accept it. With no rational thinking to guide him, only his intense feelings and passion, Soonyoung sprinted out of the dorm with Seokmin shouting behind him. He headed straight for the park he was told about where you and Jihoon were supposed to meet, a twenty minute walk he cut in half with his running.

When he got there, he was sweaty and exhausted, but he didn’t care. He searched for you, knowing that you would probably be showing up soon. Where Jihoon was very punctual, wanting to always be right on time, you liked to be at most 15 minutes early just to give yourself that time to relax. Soonyoung paced back and forth, checking his phone every thirty seconds it felt like; he even went further into the park to see if you had gone to sit by the fountain.

“Soonyoung?”

When he returned to the entrance, there you were. God…you looked beautiful. New outfit, new shoes…even a little make up to make your eyes bigger, brighter. You really wanted to impress Jihoon, it looked like…why couldn’t he be the lucky one you dressed up for?

“Soonyoung, what’s up? What’s wrong? Your face is flushed,” you said with concern lacing your voice, your hands coming up to feel his cheeks, “Are you getting sick? Hold on, why are you here?!”

“Why am I here? Why are you here?!”

“Wha-I’m here to meet Jihoon for a date. Why?”

“A date that you didn’t even bother to tell me about?!”

“I…I thought I did. I-It must have slipped my mind, I’m sorry!”

“It slipped your mind to tell me that you were going on a date with one of my group members?! Really, Y/N?!”

“Soonyoung, why are you yelling at me? What the hell is going on with you?!” you shot back, feeling attacked and somewhat scared of his anxious actions. His eyes were wild and he was breathing was shallow, as if he couldn’t get enough air. “So I forgot to tell you about my date with Jihoon! I said sorry! But I still don’t think that’s a good enough reason for you to come down here and scream at me like a psycho!”

He suddenly grabbed you by your shoulders, his grip firm as if he were afraid to lose you, and your heart started racing. Something was definitely up…Something was wrong. This wasn’t your Soonyoung. He was never like this, never. He never…He never scared you like this.

“…Soonyoung…” you whispered, staring into his fiery eyes alight with passion.

He stared back, parting his lips to say, “…Don’t.”

“…Huh?”

“Don’t…choose him, Y/N,” he started, his voice shaking, “Don’t choose Jihoon. Choose me.”

Everything felt like it came to a screeching halt, your eyes widening and your ears burning, a white noise filling them. “What…What did you just say?” you muttered, holding back a powerful emotion.

“Choose me, Y/N,” he repeated, “I’m better for you…I already know all about you. Your ins and outs. I know exactly how to cheer you up when you’re mad and how to comfort you when you’re upset. I know your favorite movies to watch and exactly when you’ll want to watch them. I know all of your favorite secret places to hide when you want to be left alone and I’ll always know how to find you. Jihoon will have to learn all of that from scratch and how do you know that he’ll even want to?! He’ll never know you like I know you! He’ll never know how to take care of you like I do!”

He placed his hand over your heart, hot and comforting…something that you could hardly handle right now. “Stop,” you whispered brokenly.

“He’ll never know how to take care of you like I do, Y/N,” he continued, determined.

“Stop, Soonyoung…”

“He’ll never love you like I love you, Y/N.”

“Soonyoung, stop!”

“Didn’t you hear me?! I said that I love you!”

“STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!” Soonyoung was stunned when you pushed him away, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you crumbled right in front of him. “ENOUGH! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE!”

“Y/N…Y/N, it’s okay…”

“NO! No, it’s not okay! How could you do this!? How could you do this to me?! Now?! Of all times!? After all these years!?” you shouted, shoving him again as your emotions got the best of you, “You jerk! You asshole! I hate you! I hate you for doing this to me!”

“Y/N…” he reached for you.

“NO!” you shook him off, pointing at him with a fierce glare, “I waited for you! All this time, I waited for you, Soonyoung! I waited for you to turn around one day and see that I was there! That I was the one, but you never did! You were never interested and it broke my heart every damn day!”

This was getting out of hand. Your heart was beating too fast and you could feel it. Soonyoung could sense it as well, becoming panicked when you showed no signs of stopping or slowing down enough to take a breath.

“And now! NOW you want to confess to me!? After I worked day in and day out to forget about my feelings for you?! After I cried myself to sleep every night for TWO YEARS trying to get over you!? Don’t you DARE tell me that you love me after putting me through that pain! Don’t you dare tell me that lie!”

“Y/N, stop! You’re getting too excited!” Soonyoung begged anxiously.

…But it was too late. It felt like someone had reached into your chest and grabbed your heart with the tightest grip, squeezing the life out of you. Your heart stopped beating and you started choking, gasping desperately for air. There was no single heart beat after every three missed ones. It just stopped and you couldn’t breathe. You clutched your chest and fell forward, Soonyoung catching you instantly.

“Y/N…Y/N!” Soonyoung shouted, hating the sound of you struggling to breathe. Hating the sight of the fear in your eyes.

“Soon…young. S-Soon…young…” you gasped, clutching at his arms.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he chanted, laying you down, tears blurring his vision as he blinked them away, “It’s going to be okay, Y/N. I promise you, it’s going to be okay. Just keep trying to breathe. Keep trying to breathe! Someone call for help! Please!”

A small crowd started to form around the two of you as Soonyoung folded his hands over your chest and started compressing. Jihoon, who had just arrived with a single flower in his hand for you, broke through the circle to get a better look at what was going on. When he saw that it was you, he immediately dropped the flower and bolted to your side.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, sliding in beside you, “Soonyoung, what’s going on?! What’s wrong with her?!”

“Call for help!” Soonyoung demanded, not once looking up at the younger as he labored under the chest compressions.

“Soonyoung, answer me! What happened to-”

The older boy grabbed Jihoon by the collar of his shirt and jerked him close, shouting at him, “Call for help now or she won’t make it!”

Jihoon was shaken up by the reality of it and immediately did as he was told, his shaky hands pulling his phone from his pocket while Soonyoung returned to performing CPR.

“Y/N…Please…Please don’t go,” he begged you when your gasping started to slow down, your eyes fluttering closed, “Y/N, please…Stay with me. You have to stay with me!”

After Jihoon called for an ambulance, he returned to your side, at a loss of what to do now while Soonyoung begged with you. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for telling you so late! I’m sorry for doing this to you! Please don’t leave me! Let me make it up to you! Please stay and let me make it up to you! Please! I love you, Y/N! I love you so much! I’m begging you, PLEASE!”

Jihoon stared at his groupmate now, his confessions spilling out of his heart, out of his very soul. Suddenly, all those times that Soonyoung seemed irritated whenever Jihoon talked to you started to make sense. All the masked hostility where you were concerned. The hawk-eyed stares when the two of you Facetimed.

Soonyoung loved you…Soonyoung was in love with you…there was no beating that.

*~*~*~*~*

The hospital hallways were white and sterile, disinfectant heavy in the air. Soonyoung was seated on the ground by your hospital room door, waiting…just waiting. Luckily, the ambulance had arrived at the park just in time and quickly whisked you away to the hospital while he and Jihoon took a cab to meet you there. Soonyoung had called your parents to tell them what was happening and Jihoon had called Seungcheol. Everyone had then rushed to the hospital: worried, scared, your parents in tears.

That was hours ago. You were fine now, but were being kept overnight for observation. You had been allowed visitors and of course your parents had been first to see you, overjoyed that you had survived your ordeal. Next, eleven of the thirteen members of Seventeen had piled into your room, all of them wanting to be sure that you were okay and even bringing little gifts to cheer you up. Jihoon was the next one to visit you after the boys had gone and was still in the room with you.

Soonyoung didn’t mind it…he didn’t mind being last. He dreaded having to face you; it was his fault, after all, that you were here in the first place. If he hadn’t been so selfish, if he hadn’t tried to force things to move at his pace…then maybe you wouldn’t be lying in the hospital right now.

The door to your room opened and outstepped Jihoon. Soonyoung looked up at him, waiting to see if he would say something. Jihoon closed the door in a little and leaned against the frame, sighing deeply.

“…She has a heart disease.” It was a statement, but Soonyoung nodded as if he had been asked a question. “She never told me about it. Not at all.”

“She doesn’t like to burden people with it,” Soonyoung said, his voice rough, “She doesn’t like it when they treat her like something fragile because of it…and she’s ashamed of it, in a way.”

“I was freaking out when I saw her on the ground like that…how did you know what to do? How did you keep so calm?”

Soonyoung shrugged and smiled cryptically, “I’ve had practice. She’s had episodes before…when she forgets to take her medication. It’s never been this bad, though…this I blame on myself.”

Jihoon didn’t say anything and Soonyoung looked down at his hands. “…I’m sorry…for ruining your night,” he said quietly, biting his lip.

Jihoon gave a low chuckle and shook his head, “I’m not the one lying in a hospital bed right now.”

Soonyoung’s head hung low, pain reflecting on his face. Jihoon frowned and reached down to squeeze his shoulder.

“She asked for you. She wants to see you. Don’t make her feel worse by frowning like that. She wouldn’t like it and I think you know that.”

Soonyoung took a deep breath and nodded slowly, climbing to his feet. He faced Jihoon, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly, “Are you two…okay?”

The shorter of the two gave a small smile, “We’ve said our goodbyes to each other, but we’re still friends. So yeah…we’re okay.”

“Are we okay?”

“We’ll always be okay, Soonyoung-ah,” Jihoon said, nodding toward the door, “She’s waiting for you.”

And then he left. Soonyoung stood staring at your door for a few prolonged seconds, but he eventually swallowed his fear and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit to allow you comfort while you rested, but he could still see you. Clear as day. The heart monitor was beeping rhythmically beside you. Your arms stuck with various needles and an IV drip of your medication to make sure it stabilized your heart. You were laying there so peacefully, your eyes closed and your breathing soft.

You were breathing…You were okay. Soonyoung wanted to cry.

“I know you’re there, Soonie.” Your soft voice drifted through the quiet room, startling the boy as your head slowly lulled to the side and your eyes landed on him.

He gulped and approached the side of your bed, his hands shaking. You looked so tired and all Soonyoung wanted to do was to take this entire night away, to make it so it never happened. He started when your hand gently took hold of his.

“Stop it. This is not your fault,” you stated firmly, staring up at him, “I should’ve known better. I should’ve tried harder to keep myself under control…this is not your fault.”

He broke down again, choking on a sob as he leaned his forehead on your shoulder. Funny how he still looked to you for comfort when you were the one that had suffered. He wrapped his arms around you as best as he could, crying into your hospital gown. You stroked his hair and whispered tenderly in his ear that everything was going to be alright.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“I know, Soonyoung.”

“I never wanted to hurt you like this.”

“I know.”

With a little shuffling, the two of you managed to fit on the hospital bed together, curled around one another. Soonyoung wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped yours around his shoulders, his head resting on your chest. He could hear your heart beating, the most beautiful sound he would ever hear in the world. After tonight, no music he would ever hear, create, or sing would compare to the melody thumping inside your chest. He adored that sound, the sound of your heart bringing you back to him.

“…You wanna know something?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

Soonyoung looked up at you, waiting for you to continue. “The doctor said that I was actually legally dead for about ten minutes,” you said, feeling him Soonyoung tense up.

“Don’t tell me that,” he muttered, hating the thought.

“Too late. He also said that by that time, considering my disease, I should have been too far gone to save…then he asked me what brought me back. I told him that it was you.”

Soonyoung paused, the words sinking in enough that he eventually lifted his head to look down at you. You stared back with a wry smile on your lips.

“I told him that I heard your voice calling me. You kept telling me to stay with you. I think I was somewhere peaceful when I heard it…but I followed your voice anyway. I guess that means that…I still love you.”

“…Y/N,” he mumbled, searching your face and finding nothing but sincerity.

You swallowed thickly, your eyes misting over, “I really did try to get over you, Soonyoung. For two years. I thought I had succeeded when I started talking more with Jihoon. I thought he was someone that could help me complete the process…that I could learn to love him instead. But then, tonight, I found that it was a little too easy to let him go…and that’s when I realized that I still love you.”

A tear streaked down your cheek and Soonyoung kissed it away. “I came back for you, Soonyoung…I came back because I still love you.”

He cupped your cheek with a shaky hand and sealed his lips over yours. You were both quivering, your emotions starting to run high and your fingers clutching at his shirt. He kissed you once…twice…three and four times, following them with tiny kisses all over your face.

“You’re gonna make those two years up to me, Soonyoung.”

“I will, Y/N. I promise I will.” His voice was filled with determination, his lips stealing another kiss, a luxury he had only ever dreamed of. “As soon as you’re out of the hospital, I’m going to take you on a date. A real date. A nice one. I’m going to spoil you rotten and kiss you all the time and cuddle you at every chance I get. Even when we debut, you’re still going to be my top priority and I don’t care what happens or what the others have to say. I’m going to treat you like the queen you’ve always been to me and I’m going to love you until you can’t stand it anymore.”

“You better.”

“I will.”

You giggled when he kissed you again, staring up at him and caressing his cheek as he pulled back. He smiled at you and leaned his forehead against yours, sighing happily.

“You better,” you repeated, receiving a chaste kiss and a chuckle.

“I will.”

[lifesasickjoke]

The Dirt

The Dirt - part 1

part 2

Pairing: Douglas!Nikki x Reader

Word count: 2809

Chapter summary: After Nikki finished playing his last gig with his band he had enough of, he and (Y/N) set out to form a new band with the drummer they met at the restaurant (Y/N) worked at. Not soon after, they have also found a snarky little lead guitarist called Mick and are now just missing their lead singer.

Warnings: A bit of swearing

I met Nikki Sixx when he was still Frank Carlton Feranna, Jr.

I tried to mug the scrawny little kid with the brownish hair falling into his eyes. He was a little over two years older than me and living on the streets, just like I did.

He took me into his care when we met each other again two weeks later, when I tried to mug him the second time (tried. He practically beat me up for the attempt) in a dark alleyway, where this group of older street rats drew a knife on me (also for attempted pickpocketing).

He saved me from possible death that day, and we have got each other's backs ever since.

Countless times have we been running from the cops, or bailing each other out of difficult situations. We've had the time of our lives until we both could leave the juvenile home.

Then real life started. Nikki joined the band after band playing the guitar while I waitressed in a nearby diner cafe. We both pulled together money to buy a shitty flat on the same road as the local hotspot for teenagers, the ‘Whiskey A Go Go’ club, where Nikki was playing tonight with the band he was currently in, London.

It is 1981.

I wanted to go an see the performance but it was still my shift at the diner I was working at so instead of being in the front row cheering on my best friend, I stood at the counter in a stupid little pink dress and a white apron.

I eyed the watch, seeing the minutes slowly stick by. I could of course always just ditch my job to watch Nikki play in the clubs, but we needed the money for rent and other life necessities.

The minute hand finally landed on it's desired spot. The concert would be over now.

I was already waiting for Nikki to walk through the diner doors as soon as more people filled the diner to hang out after the concert. I did tell him to meet me here after, dinner and drinks on me, so when Nikki did finally show up a couple of minutes late on the other side of the counter,

I was already worried. He would never miss a free drink opportunity. Ever.

‘Hey.’ he coyly said as he leaned against the counter with his back to me.

He was hoping to hide the blood that was dripping from his nose from me. Unfortunately for him though, the blood was pretty obvious.

‘Hey. Did you get into another fight?’ I asked as I put some orders from customers onto my tray.

Nikki turned and slumped onto the bar stool, elbow propped up and his head resting on his hand.

‘Yeah.’ he admitted, a small teasing smile playing at his lips. I raised a knowing eyebrow at him.

‘Right. You know where the bathroom is.’ I jerked my finger over my shoulder. Nikki dropped his head and dragged himself around the counter and disappear into the employees only room.

When he came back, most blood cleaned off his face, my shift was over. I dropped off my last orders as Nikki found a table and a newspaper. I disposed my apron and slid into the booth he was sitting at with two drinks and slid one over to him. He hummed and continued to leaf through the newspaper as he sipped the drink.

‘So. How'd it go?’ I encouraged a conversation.

Nikki only looked me dead in the eye with an annoyed gaze. It was his ‘‘isn't it obvious’’ look.

I laughed off the sternly playful look he would only give me.

‘Alright. I won't ask.’

But I still looked at him with big pleading eyes begging him to tell me. It was only his mistake to look back up at me from the newspaper when he figured I was too silent.

‘No.’ he warned.

‘Please?’ I asked nicely and wiggled my eyebrows. It made him suppress a chuckle.

‘No.’

‘Fine.’ I teasingly pouted and leaned back in my seat, arms crossed and avoiding his gaze. But out of the corners of my eyes, I saw him debate whether or not he should tell me. I knew he would give in eventually.

I dropped the subject though, losing interest in why. Instead, I ripped a tissue from the tissue dispenser and handed it to him.

‘Your nose is starting to bleed again.’ I said. He took the tissue and held it against his nose and pinched his nose bridge shut with his other hand.

‘Thanks.’ he nodded, with a more off-sounding voice.

A different waitress came over and sat down a plate of toast and beans for Nikki, but he seemed too occupied to eat it. So, I pulled it over and dug in.

‘Hey, that was badass, dude.’ a new voice said. A tall guy appeared out of nowhere and slapped Nikki's arms. He wore a bright yellow shirt under a leather jacket accompanied with incredibly tight leopard-printed pants. Two drum sticks were tucked behind his belt.

‘The show, not the nose, but-’ he continued, ‘the nose was pretty badass too.’

‘The singer’s an asshole.‘ Nikki grunted.

The stranger bounced on the spot excitedly, his long black hair bouncing with him.

‘I know, I saw. Hey, fuck him, though. He deserved it.’

When Nikki didn't answer though, the stranger looked at me, silently asking if he had said something wrong. I just smiled at him and leant back into my seat again.

‘I got your poster on my bedroom wall.’ the stranger broke the awkward silence.

I nearly choked on my drink because I tried to not laugh. Nikki gave him a stern look, without the playfulness I always get. The strangers face fell as he realised what he had just said.

The stranger groaned, ‘I can't believe I just said that.’

‘Take the fucking poster down, man. London's over.’ Nikki said. I gasped and leaned back towards him.

‘What? You could have at least told me that.’

A waitress came over to our table before nikki got the chance to reply.

‘Anything else I can get you, boys?’ she asked. The stranger slid into the space next to me.

Nikki put on his ‘‘good boy’’ persona and kindly asked the waitress, ‘could you get me a Jack and Coke?’

The waitress smiled at him, then turned to the stranger sitting next to me.

‘And for you, hon?’

‘Blueberry pancakes, please.’

She also turned to me, but I politely declined any offer.

‘My new band is gonna be something nobody's ever fuckin’ seen before.’ Nikki said when the waitress left. He took out a red pen and circled an ad on the page he was reading. The stranger suddenly pulled out one of his drum sticks, twirled it dangerously close to my face, and used it to point at an add in the newspaper. This startled both Nikki and me.

‘That dude looks pretty cool.’ he commented.

With his head still down at the paper, Nikki looked at me through his eyelashes with a small smile, before sitting upright and turning his head to the stranger.

‘Do you carry those with you everywhere?’ he asked.

‘Yeah.’ the man sitting next to me nodded and twirled one of the strum sticks in his hand.

I looked at the complex movement in amazement.

‘Where’d you learn to do that?’

The stranger stopped twirling the drum stick.

‘High school marching band.’ he defeatedly admitted.

Before anyone else could comment, he added, ‘hey, but I rock too.’

The waitress came back and sat a glass of Coca Cola and a smaller bottle of jack in front of Nikki.

‘Thank you, Dottie.’ he sighed sweetly.

‘Only for you.’ the waitress nodded.  When she left, Nikki unscrewed the jack bottle and swung it back. I leaned across the table and grabbed the Coke (Nikki would usually let me have his Cokes so at this point I didn't even bother to ask before i took it).

A couple of days later, back in the apartment Nikki and I shared.

As Nikki, Tommy (the drummer) and Alex (the blond haired auditioner) jammed away on a few chords, I sat on the sofa opposite to them reading a book.

‘Woah, woah, woah!’ Nikki interrupted, the bass of the song died out soon followed by Alex and drum. I looked over at the group out of interest.

‘What the fuck, dude?’ Nikki accused Alex ‘that's not what I showed you, man.’

‘Yeah, I know, but it's not like anything I've ever played before man.’ he replied.

Nikki sighed in defeat and turned to me silently begging me to make him stop complaining.

‘That's the fucking point, man.’

I shut my book and stood up abruptly

‘Let's take a break.’ I suggested.

Nikki put down his bass and stretched. I pulled his shirt sleeve and motioned my head towards the door.

‘Tommy, you too.’ I called back, motioning towards the door.

We could hear Alex continuing his practice of the few chords. Tommy laughed at his failed attempts.

I held out my lighter for Tommy who had a fresh cigarette sticking out of his mouth as we all leant over the railing. I don't smoke myself, but I always carry a lighter for my friends.

‘I'm just not feeling it man. I can't put my...my...’ Nikki complained.

‘He's a rhythm guy, man. We‘ll sound better when we find a lead.’ Tommy reassured.

‘I think you guys already sound great.’ I said. I tried to offer the group more confidence.

A car pulled up in front of the apartment building, loud rock music blaring from its radio. The car tires squealed and the drivers' door opened.

‘Holy shit.’ Nikki smiled. A man got out of the car and slowly walked towards it's back where the trunk window was left open to make room for a gigantic speaker.

‘Check this dude out.’ Tommy chuckled.

He took one more drag from his cigarette before skipping down the steps to help the man.

‘Who’s he?’ I asked.

Nikki just shrugged.

‘He might be here for the audition.’

‘Someone as old as him?’ I questioned. Nikki shrugged again and pushed off the railing to make his way down the steps as well.

I watched from the terrace as Tommy helped the man carry the speaker over.

‘I'm the drummer’ Tommy introduced himself.

‘Scrawny for a drummer.’ the man said. I scoffed in agreement.

‘I used to be in Suite 19, so…’ Tommy droned like it explained everything.

‘Shitty band.’ the man said.

‘Hey, man, did you ever even see us play?’ Tommy asked in offence.

‘Suite 19? Don't need to. Band with a shitty name, ten times out of ten, shitty band.’ the man replied in a cold tone. His whole dark outfit and pale skin as well as his black hair made him stand out from all the people i have ever seen before. In a way, he kinda reminds me of a vampire.

They reached the stairs and slowly made their way up.

‘Hey.’ the man greeted Nikki.

‘Hey, man.’ Nikki answered with a small nod.

‘What the fuck do you know?’ I could hear Tommy continuing to argue, not accepting that the old man would diss his previous band like this.

‘Been in a lot of bands with shitty names.’ the man grunted as they made their way up the stairs. I leaned further over the railing and spoke to Nikki.

‘I think I like him. We’re keeping him.’

Nikki craned his neck to look up at me, he squinted against the sun.

‘Depends on how well he plays. Besides, I get to decide who's in or not.’

‘Alright, alright.’ I agreed and opened the door to the flat for Tommy, then skidded back to the railing, ‘But you love me dearly and certainly take my opinions and words into consideration.’

Nikki turned and smiled at me but scoffed and shook his head. I was the last to be back inside the apartment.

‘So, you think you got it?’ Nikki asked as I flopped back onto the run-down sofa.

Mick Mars, the older man, grunted.

‘Let's just fucking play it.’

He plugged his guitar into his Marshal radio and started playing the rock riff. The other three members joined in after him.

I smiled and instinctively tapped my foot along with the beat. My fingers doing their own rhythmic drumming as I watched the group play.

Mick stepped forwards dropped an awesome loud complex solo. My smile grew even wider.

But i could see that Alex wasn’t happy with it. He brought his hand up and motioned for everyone to stop.

‘Whoa! Woah! Hold up! Hey, mind turning down a little bit, old timer? I can't hear myself.’

I chuckled at the insult, but turned it into a cough when I thought Mick glared at me.

‘Fucking hippie ain't gonna make it.’ Mick sighed and turned to Nikki, talking lowly so Alex couldn't hear him.

Nikki nodded.

‘So tell him.’

Mick sighed again and turned to Alex. He sternly began a lecture, like a father telling off his son.

‘Listen to me. There's only room for one guitar player in this band, and that's me. So why don't you, uhm, pack up your toys and go home?’

Alex's mouth fell open, clearly offended. I bit down harshly on my lip to stop myself from laughing.

‘Okay, I was here first, all right?’

He then motioned to the drum set.

‘Tommy, tell him.’

To avoid the argument, Tommy made it look like he accidentally dropped his drumstick. It fell to the floor with a loud clack and he immediately dove after it, effectively hiding behind his drums.

Alex became desperate, ‘Nikki? Come on.’

Nikki huffed and raised his shoulders in a shrug.

The blond guitarist even turned to me after he saw the disapproving and bored look Mick was giving him.

‘(Y/N)?’

Apologetically I smiled, and opened my book and slid it in front of my face so I could hide behind it. Mick Mars was just better.

‘Really?’ Alex cried, looking at us again for any help and pointed at Mick.

‘You’re gonna listen to this old dude over me?’

Everyone but Mick failed to meet Alex's eyes.

‘Then fuck you guys, man.’ his voice became higher as he unplugged his guitar, ‘and your shitty fucking band!’

He slammed the door as he left. I probably heard him crying.

Tommy chuckled dryly. Then shook his hair out of his face and forgot all about Alex.

‘So how old are you, Mick?’ he asked innocently.

‘Fuck you, you fucking teenager.’ Mick said.

I laughed teasingly but in a nice way. ‘I bet he's ancient. Like a fossil.’

‘Yeah, you're goddamn right I'm old. Old enough to know better than to waste my time fucking around with a bunch of rug-monkeys.’ Mick grunted as he sat down on a stool.

Nikki came back from the kitchen with three beers and a Coke. He handed two to Mick and Tommy, then fell onto the sofa next to me, stretched and leaned back. He rested his arm on the sofa ledge behind me.

If I were to lean back, his arm would be around my shoulders. Which gave that well known feeling of butterflies return to my chest?

He gave me the Coke after opening it for me.

Mick then continued his complaint, ‘I'm paying child support and sleeping on park benches, so I need to know you're not pulling dick here. ‘Cause I'm looking to go the distance. And if that's not you guys, let's not waste the fucking time.’

Tommy and Nikki looked at Mick with their mouths hanging open.

‘I fucking love this weird little guy.’ laughed Nikki as he got up from the sofa.

‘He's real, dude.’ Tommy high fived Nikki, then also tried to give a high five to Mick, who only looked tiredly at the outstretched hand.

‘Sorry.’ Tommy muttered.

Nikki dropped back down onto the sofa and repositioned himself into the same position as before. He opened a note pad with the lyrics and looked over them.

‘So… someone mind telling me who does the singing in this band?’ Mick asked. He looked at me.

‘Oh n-no, I don't do the singing.’ I shook my head.

‘What we need is a dude that looks like David Lee Roth with a vibe like fucking Bowie,’ Nikki interrupted. I was surprised he still remembered I hated to be put on the spot.

‘And I'm not about to settle from some regular looking, normal sounding asshole.’

‘So… we’re looking for a skinny, blond fucker with moves.’ Mike noted.

Tommy's eyebrows drew together and his beer stopped halfway to his lips.

‘Wait. I think I know our guy, dudes.’

Tag list: @getthefckouttahere (thanks for the help my love)

[hypernet]

"Godzilla: rey de los monstruos", increiblidzilla

“Godzilla: rey de los monstruos”, increiblidzilla

Género: acción de monstruacos

Título original: Godzilla: King of monsters

Año: 2019

Director: Michael Dougherty

Música: Bear McCreary

Intérpretes principales: Vera Farmiga, Kyle Chandler, Millie Bobby Brown, Bradley Whitford, Charles Dance, Thomas Middleditch, Ken Watanabe, Sally Hawkins, Jonathan Howard, Zhang Ziyi, Randy Havens, David Strathairn, Aisha Hinds, Anthony Ramos, Vince…

[cupcakemendes1]

Shawn Mendes Imagine - Midnight Snack

* Mid/Late 2019*

You were out with Camila to some party. She promised that you'd have fun, and that 'he' wasn't going to be here. You knew she was lying, but you came after all. You had to; you loved Camila. She was the only thing you had left of him, and she was there for you when you two broke up. She brought painful memories with her, but she was still your best friend.

Camila took you by the hand and dragged you inside as we push by large sums of people -- other celebrities. You felt out of place. You were just an ordinary girl who dated someone who meant something out in the world. Everyone used to know you as his girl. And now - and now you're just his leftovers who crashed the party.

"Y/N, are you okay," Camila says a little loud to overpower the music. "Want anything to drink? Your usual - coca-cola?"

You nod.

"Okay. Wait here. I'll be back!" Camila lets go of your hand and maneuvers through the crowd of people. Then it was nothing after that. It was all loud music and people who you barely know.

You sit on the sofa. Who was this house, again? Post Malone's? Whoever it was, it was really nice.

You get a tap on the shoulder and see it's Niall. "Hey Y/N! I haven't seen you in months. How are you holding up since you know - the break-up?"

You do a shy smile. "As well as I can be, I guess?"

Niall gives you a tight hug, rubbing circles into your back. "I wish you the best. I'll see you around!" He flashes you a smile and leaves with a beer in his hand.

You wait for Camila to return with your drink. You were growing anxious. You didn't usually do big crowds. That was the downfall of you and your ex's relationship. Your anxiety had really screwed you over. As much as you wanted to go to his concerts, award shows, and just go anywhere with him, you couldn't stand being swarmed. Sure, he had anxiety, but he had his team members to help him. Plus, your anxiety was worse than his. He'd try to help calm your nerves, but it was no use. You had lost him -- all because of who you were and what you had.

"Here," Camila hands you your drink in a shiny, red, plastic cup. You took out your medication to calm your nerves and washed it down with some coca-cola. "You want to find somewhere a little more spacious?" Camila's eyes were full of worry, and a grim smile on her face.

You nod as a response.

Camila leads you out into the backyard where people were enjoying a bonfire on the patio by Post's grand pool. You and she sit down on some chairs surrounding the bonfire with some people you couldn't quite make out since their faces were dimly lit by the fire.

People were telling stories of their shows or fans. Camila joined in, talking about her newest album and how amazing her fans are. You just sit back and listen as you wait for your new medication to take effect.

"I'll be back. Imma refill my drink." Camila says. She stands up, fixes her red dress, and walks back into the house.

You were a little better, now. Not many people at the edge of the yard here. People were inside mainly to enjoy drinks and music. You can somewhat make out the words of a Post's song "Rockstar". There was another song playing, and you recognized the voice as it comes closer. It was a little tune that you fell asleep to.

"Crap," you whisper.

Shawn plops down in the seat Camila was in. He leans back in the seat and takes a swig of his drink. He looks around. His eyes meet yours, but he seems unphased by it; that was until he did a double take towards you.

"Y/N, oh hey I didn't see you there!" His tone was soft and a little edgy. "What brings you here?"

You look down at your cup. "Camila. Her album reached number 1 on Billboard's top 100. She wanted to come for some reason." You manage to say, but with every word spoken to him, your heart beats faster. Maybe this was a mistake.

Shawn doesn't say anything. Instead, he takes a drink and continues to hum that tune from an unreleased song only you and a few other people know.

More people come, surrounding the small fire. You get up to find Camila, but a grip from behind stops you.

"You wanna get out of here," Shawn asks. "I know this isn't your kind of thing. We can go to your favorite, Denny's if you want."

"I don't know Shawn --"

"Camila left. Something came up. I'm your ticket out of here." Shawn's eyes plead for you to go with him. His lips were pursed together in a thin line. "I'll even pay."

Maybe it was your medication working or maybe it was your broken heart, but you had agreed.

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Okay."

Shawn holds your hand as you two walk out the front door, passing celebrating people of their new award-winning albums, songs, influence, fashion, or whatever it may be.

You two get in Shawn's car and head to the Denny's in downtown Los Angeles. It was about half past midnight when you and Shawn arrived in the Denny's and not many people were there other than what seem to be drama kids from a local high school. They were dressed in fancy and flamboyant costumes from their live production.

"Two?" The hostess asks. The girl, who seems to be in her early twenties, was dressed in the usual Denny's uniform of all black with Denny's name embroidered in a gold thread right above where their heart is. She was attractive with her hazel, almond shaped eyes and her brown hair pinned up in a messy bun.

"Yes, please," Shawn responds.

The employee leads you and Shawn to the back left corner by the window to a booth that was isolated from the rest of the world.

Our waitress gladly came to our aid. She was an older lady, dressed in the same uniform, with her gray-streaked hair in a ponytail. "What can I get you to drink?" Her tone was cheerful and elevated.

"Coffee for her and water for me, please," Shawn ordered.

The lady scribbles it down, smiles as she nods, and walks away.

"So, Y/N, how have you been?" Shawn asks, curiosity floating around in those caramel brown eyes of his. It was intimidating to be back with him in a public place. You were just waiting for a swarm of teenage girls to ask for pictures. You stare towards the entrance, prepared to be swimming in an ocean of fans. "Y/N?" Shawn snaps you back to reality.

"I'm fine. Sorry. I just dozed off." You pin your hair up in a bun.

The waitress brings the drinks and asks if you're ready to order.

Shawn gives you a look. "I am. Are you?"

You nod.

You order your usual and Shawn orders a plate of 'choconana pancakes'. She happily writes it down, takes your menus, and goes to place our orders to the chefs in the kitchen.

"So, what's new with you, Shawn? I see that you were working in the studio. How's that going?" You pour sugar and creamer in your coffee and mix it.

"Well, that's classified, but I'll give you a hint. Michael Buble was an inspiration for this album."

You roll your eyes. "Oh well that wasn't a hint; that was the answer. It's a Christmas album. When are you releasing it?"

Shawn chuckles and runs his hand through his curls. "Oh, so that just gave it away? Well, hell, looks like I can't hide any secrets from you then." He tosses the straw wrapper at you playfully with a wide grin. "Well, it's a Christmas album so obviously it's coming out before Christmas."

Your lips form a slight smile. It felt good to be with him again. No, you thought, you shouldn't feel this way. You were heartbroken because of him. Well, not just because of him...

You listen closely to the music playing in the restaurant. It was Shawn's 'Stitches'. You hum to the song. Shawn notices causing him to smile largely.

"I'm tripping over myself. Aching begging you to come help, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches." Shawn sings perfectly in sync with the music.

You roll your eyes and sing the next few verses. "Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh, you lured me in. I couldn't sense the pain. Your bitter heart cold to the touch. Now I'm gonna reap what I sow. I'm left seeing red on my own."

You and Shawn sing duet style for the remainder of the song, happily bouncing off each other as with each lyric, your voice gets louder and louder.

With a dry mouth, you down some of your coffee.

"We still got it," Shawn laughs.

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, I guess," you whisper. You toss the straw trash at him and sink in your seat. "Maybe this was a mistake, Shawn."

"Mistake? What do you mean? I thought this was going well." You didn't dare to meet his eyes. You look down at his shoes -- his go-to boots that go with every one of his black skinny jeans and shirt. You remember listening to the clicks of his boots at the condo to know he was home. You'd run up to him and engulf him in a hug, bringing him to bed to make him tell you how his day went and sing to you as you two cuddled in bed until the stars faded into the morning sky when you two woke up. He would leave for days or weeks at a time to travel and do shows and interviews. You remember how much you missed him, and how lonely you felt in those weeks as you watched the love of your life miles away surrounded by pretty, teenage girls who were just as devoted to Shawn.

"Us catching dinner together." You twiddle your fingers.

"Well, good thing this isn't dinner. It's breakfast at midnight-- a midnight snack." Shawn tries saving the night. "Look, I know this is hard. I have this heaviness in my heart when I look at you and remember everything we've been through. I've missed you, Y/N."

You suck in a sharp breath. Your heart was beating fast, and the medication wasn't helping. You do what your therapist told you. You take in a deep breath, hold, let it out through your mouth.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Shawn looks worried. "Here, have some of my water. It'll help."

You drink some of Shawn's water. The icy cold water cooling down your overheating system and helping you calm. You continue your breathing technique. Finally calm, you say, "I'm fine. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. We'll take our food to go, and we'll head back to my place. We'll be away from anyone else. You can relax there."

You agree.

"Okay."

Your waitress returns with your food with a smile, happily placing the plates down in front of you. Before she leaves, Shawn asks for boxes to go. Surprised and confused, she says she'll be right back. Minutes pass until she comes with boxes and the check.

"Ready?" Shawn asks.

You down the rest of your coffee then nod.

Shawn, with his box of food in one hand and your hand in another, leads you to the cashier where he pays and leaves.

You and Shawn get in his car and head to his place, listening to the radio where Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper was playing. It flashes back to a date you had with Shawn. You had convinced Shawn to see this chick-flick with you because you were one of those sappy people who loved tragic love stories. After all, you loved a good cry. Shawn had agreed, and you two went out to the movies where it was nearly empty because it was an early morning show. There were only elderly couples spread out in the seats. You and Shawn had prepared with food from the snack bar, and you were in the reclining seats. Shawn and you had cried throughout the whole movie, but at the end, oh the end, it had gotten to the both of you. You turn to Shawn where you squeeze his hand causing to him. You now felt the stress of being this star, and the hardships of it all. You felt loss and pain. That was the first time Shawn and you had exchanged those three tiny words that were forever engraved in your brain.

The car stops, and you realize you were at his place. Shawn had opened the door for you from the outside, and lead you up to his place for the night.

Shawn unlocks the door and tosses his key on the side table. "Mi casa es tu casa."

You shuffle in and sit on the couches. "Wow, it's - it's amazing. Better than my apartment."

Shawn chuckles. "Well, I tried making it seem more like home, but it hasn't been the same without you, Y/N. I miss sharing an apartment with you."

You blush and slowly sit on the couch. "I missed you too. Sorry I didn't say it sooner."

Shawn sits next to you and as you rest your head on him, he plays with your hair. "I didn't really want to lose you, but Aaliyah said maybe you needed to go. Maybe she was wrong. Camila says you're getting help for your anxiety, and I grew hopeful again. I talked to my team, and they agreed they'll help you in every large crowd situation if you want to come to my shows or with me anywhere extra hard this time. I really want us to work, Y/N. I love you."

Tears begin to slip down your face and off your chin. You were calm, and maybe that was a sign. It was ended mutually, so maybe together, you can sort this out. You knew you were a better person with him. You knew you were happier and full of life.

You sit up, rubbing your thumb on his knee. "I love you too, Shawn."

Shawn guides your head towards him, his eyes meeting yours. There were tears there at the brim of his eyes. "You have no clue how hard it's been without you. I've been lost. I've been hurting so bad without you."

You press your forehead against his as you sit on his lap, your body facing his. "Me too."

He kisses you softly on the lips, gripping your hips tight. One thing leads to another and --

[elrinconderovica]

Dios y El Diablo...(Humor)

Dios pobló la tierra con espinacas, coliflores, brócolis y todo tipo de vegetales para que el Hombre y la Mujer pudieran alimentarse y llevar una vida sana. 

Y Satanás creó McDonald’s, y MacDonald’s creó el Big Mac. Y Satanás dijo al Hombre: "¿Lo quieres con patatas y Coca Cola?". Y el Hombre dijo: "Sí y en tamaño grande". Y el Hombre engordó.

Y Dios dijo: "Haya yogurt para que la Mujer conserve la silueta que he creado con la costilla del Hombre".Y Satanás creó el chocolate. Y la Mujer dijo: "Con almendras". Y la Mujer engordó.

Y Dios creó las ensaladas y el aceite de oliva. Y vio que estaba bien.Y Satanás hizo el helado. Y la Mujer dijo: "De nata y fresa". Y la Mujer engordó.

Y Dios dijo: "Mirad que les he dado frutas en abundancia, que les servirán de alimento".

Y Satanás inventó los huevos con chorizo. Y el Hombre dijo: "Y con Panceta". Y el Hombre engordó y su colesterol malo se fue por las nubes.

Y creó Dios las zapatillas deportivas y el Hombre decidió correr para perder los kilos de más.

Y Satanás concibió la televisión por satélite y agregó el mando a distancia para que el Hombre no tuviese que cambiar de canal con el sudor de su frente.

Y el Hombre dijo: "Y quiero una cervecita o... dos ". Y el Hombre aumentó de peso.

Y Satanás dijo a la Mujer : "Son apetecibles a la vista del Hombre unos aperitivos". Y la Mujer le acercó al Hombre patatitas fritas, palitos salados, cortezas, más chorizo y otra cerveza.

Y el Hombre, sentado en su sofa viendo series  de Netflix y aferrado al mando a distancia, comió los aperitivos, que eran abundantes en colesterol.

Y vio Satanás que estaba bien.Y el Hombre llegó a tener las coronarias obstruidas.

Y dijo Dios: "No es bueno que el Hombre…Continua leyendo, te reirás un rato, Aquí👉https://www.elrinconderovica.com/dios-y-el-diablo-humor/

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