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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years ago

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Gasoline (2)

a/n: ��it gets worse before it gets better; hi guys! I’m so glad that Gasoline got so much love! I decided to turn it into a three part series and I hope you enjoy this part <3 (i apologize in advance); oh fun fact, while writing this - i actually was crying bc i hate myself

warning(s): angst; misunderstandings; feelings of insecurity

wanda maximoff taglist: @astralqche @exclusivitymajor @nyx-aira

word count: 1,078

The night felt cold against you, the absence of your girlfriend filling up your mind, keeping you awake. You had taken up in the guest bedroom, the bed piled up with what felt like every pillow and blanket in the world. Yelena insisted they would make you feel better. While you appreciated the effort, the pillows did nothing to lighten your mood. After tossing and turning all night, you felt the tell tale sign of sunlight flowing in through the window, warming your chilled skin. Your body felt heavy from your lack of sleep but you dragged yourself out of bed when you heard Yelena in the kitchen. You waved at your friend in greeting before grabbing your phone from the charger on the counter, deflating a bit when you saw no notifications from your girlfriend.

“How did you sleep, Y/N?” Yelena’s voice was soft but hesitant, like she knew the answer but wished for a different one.

You shrugged. You knew the dark bags under your eyes were a dead giveaway. Grabbing your keys, you made your way to the door, pausing at Yelena’s protest.

“Whoa, where are you going?”

You turned to face your best friend, smiling guiltily.

“…back to my apartment?”

Yelena shook her head furiously.

“Y/N, you know I love you, but you haven’t even had breakfast and you…don’t exactly look the best.”

You wanted to snark back a sarcastic comment but you realized she was right. Your stomach was growling, angry that it hadn’t had dinner last night. You felt dried mascara on your lower eye lid, your make up from last night tightening your skin. Your muscles were tight and sore, you also could smell the odor being produced from your underarms. Sighing, you made your way to the barstools Yelena had at her countertop.

“Come on, I made breakfast. Eat, shower, then you can grab any clothes from my closet, I have things of every size in there. I’ll wash your clothes from last night and drop them off later.”

You sniffled and nodded, allowing Yelena to push a plate decorated by a slightly burnt omelette in front of you.

After eating, and sharing minimal conversation with your best friend, you drugged over to the bathroom, where you shed your clothing from last night. You made sure the water temperature was how you wanted it and stepped into the shower. For a while, all your did was stand under the warm stream, letting it soothe your sore, exhausted muscles. It was almost making up for loosing a whole night of sleep. The sound of knocking broke you out of your stupor.

“I’m just going to grab your clothes and make sure your have a clean towel and robe.” Yelena’s voice rose in the air like the steam coming off of your shower. You called out your thanks and heard the door shut. After seeing the fancy hair products Yelena owned, you didn’t want to know how she afforded them, you decided to treat yourself to a wash day. Your relationship might be crumbling but not your hygiene.

“Razgranala grana jorgovana Razgranala grana jorgovana.

Oj, lane, Milane, Grana jorgovana, Oj, lane, Milane, Grana jorgovana.

Pod njom sedi lepa Julijana, Pod njom sedi lepa Julijana.

Oj, lane, Milane, Lepa Julijana. Oj, lane, Milane, Lepa Julijana...”

As you sang the Serbian lullaby softly, you felt a pang in your heart. Longing. Pain. You trailed off from singing, your temporary light mood dampening once more. You rinsed out the fancy hair products and went to work cleaning your body. After you finished, you couldn’t help but smile at the smell of lilac and vanilla radiating off of you. Drying off with the soft towel Yelena left out for you, you finally looked in a mirror.

“Oh, jeez.”

You had forgotten to wash your face before showering and now you looked like an emotionally drained, tired, raccoon. Sighing, you washed your face solemnly, suddenly dreading walking out of the bathroom. When you walk out, you’ll leave the one escape you’ve had. You’ll have to face your reality. Pulling yourself together, you grabbed the robe and wrapped it around your body. Walking out of the bathroom, you made your way to Yelena’s closet, where you grabbed a sweater too big for you and some leggings. Anything that would give you the illusion of comfort. Yelena was waiting for you on the couch, your phone and keys in hand. She smiled softly at you.

“Are you sure you want to leave?”

You paused before nodding. You took your phone and keys from Yelena who was handing them towards you.

“If I don’t leave now, the fear will hold me back even longer.”

Yelena and walked you to the door. As you were leaving, Yelena called your name from her doorway. You turned to look at her.

“It’s going to be okay.”

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Wanda was not okay. You didn’t come home last night and now she watched news alerts lighting her phone up.

Magneto had lifted another stadium up from the ground again and was currently giving a dramatic monologue.

Wanda sighed, rubbing her forehead. He and Charles were probably arguing again. A message from Captain America drew her attention in, making her groan. She was being called in to calm down the drama.

“Not a good time Sam!” Wanda growled out, intent on staying home until you showed up. But with every urgent message on her phone, Wanda gave in to the mission. Hopefully, by the time she got back, you were home and she had come up with an apology speech.

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When you opened the door to your home, you choked back a sob. She wasn’t there, you could feel it. Your eye sight got blurry with traitorous tears and you stumbled your way over to the couch, where you collapsed. Wanda’s words from last night echoed throughout your mind.

“Maybe I shouldn’t come home at all, how would that make you feel?”

You felt yourself hyperventilating as you opened Wanda’s contact on your phone. You heard the line ring four times before you heard the voice mail tone. Dropping your phone, you cried, all pent up emotions spilling out with your tears. Wanda had left you alone. You had been left once again. Shaking, you curled yourself into a ball on the couch, exhaustion from last night taking over. As you slipped into a tormented sleep, one thought rang throughout your mind.

You were alone.

a/n: uhhh part 3 anyone? Ik this part wasn’t the best and I’m sorry but thank you so much for reading! (I promise, if anyone wants a part 3, we’ll see more of Wanda’s perspective then) as always, plz send in some more Wanda requests! serbian song translation:

A lilac tree has blossomed A lilac tree has blossomed.

Hey, dear Milan, A lilac tree. Hey, dear Milan, A lilac tree.

Underneath sits beautiful Juliana Underneath sits beautiful Juliana.

Hey, dear Milan, Beautiful Juliana. Hey, dear Milan, Beautiful Juliana.

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years ago

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Chapter One.

a/n: welcome to the first chapter of wtsgd! i’m so excited for you all to read this story and for what’s to come. please please please support content creators bc we’re doing this for free and it takes up a lot of energy to put out stories. so reblog, leave feedback, and send a message to motivate and support them. happy reading everyone <3

SERIES MASTERLIST | word count: 6.4k

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March 4, 2017

The trunk was filled with heavy boxes that were labeled with thick black sharpie, which didn’t seem to leave Luciana’s senses; and one too many suitcases filled with her many articles of clothing that she couldn’t get rid of—no matter how hard she tried—since she was too much of a hoarder and every piece of clothing seemed to have a lost memory in them that she tried very hard to think of, which only meant that it was worth keeping.

A droplet of sweat leaked down the side of her face due to her nonstop packing and heavy-lifting from her childhood room upstairs to her dad’s car in the driveway. It didn’t help that the sun was beaming down at her with every move like she was on center stage, in front of the spotlight, but it made much more sense for the sun to do that because that’s where she belonged: on stage.

Moving to Brooklyn, New York from Cambridge, Massachusetts during, what felt like, the coldest but the sunniest day of March wasn’t the smartest move—to be fair, Luciana was never one to make a smart move, anyways—but it was one that needed to be done. Plus, all the lifting seemed to have warmed her up.

Her destination, or now, home, in New York was one that she’d been anticipating for a while now. She had auditioned for the role as Kim in Miss Saigon on Broadway in November, and she’d gotten a callback in January for the role as the second Kim, meaning she would be on rotation to perform every week or two weeks, so the main Kim could rest. But she would still have to go to rehearsals and be on the side of the stage watching the show just in case she needed to jump in at the last minute.

It wasn’t her ideal way of playing the main lead, but nonetheless, she was grateful for the opportunity, and she would take any chance that was thrown at her to not only take another step towards her dream, but also another learning opportunity to make her a better actress.

Little Luci would’ve been so proud of the present Luci because it’d been her dream ever since she was younger, to be on stage and eventually, be on the big screen. Although she was far from completing her dream of being a face in Hollywood, this was a step that would take her to where she wanted to be in the future, and for that, she was proud of herself.

As a child, Luci had been in various commercials; from being the kid that played with slime and had no lines but to just put on a big smile while the sticky substance ran through her small hands, to being the daughter in a car commercial with one line that said “Are we there yet?” with a groan and a face of exhaustion as if she were the one driving the car. She hoped that these commercials would have someone recognize her talent, to cast her as a Disney star, but that would require moving to California, which her parents were wary of.

The commercials stopped when she reached middle school. Her early adolescent years consisted of an abundance of attitude and mood swings; Luci was a very tough and determined kid. Her love for acting had grown into a big balloon that was let go and on its way into the galaxy where no one could reach it—where no one could mess with her achieving her dream.

She would always stand in front of her white wooden framed mirror—with delicately painted colorful flowers around the border—reciting lines that she heard from a television series or the films that she watched, and she would write them down in her blue notebook. Sometimes, her parents would let her search the script up if it was available online. But oftentimes, she would test and challenge her memorization, and listen to it by ear; testing her mind, and eventually, her memorization skills were immaculate by the age of eleven.

It was perfect timing because by the time she was in middle school, she was able to snatch the roles she wanted when her school’s drama department held school plays. Her family thought that she would start to hate being on stage since school plays always ran until late evening, but being part of the productions had only enhanced her love for her talent, and it only prepared her for a quarter of what her future may look like.

All in all, from a very young age, she always knew that she wanted to become an actress. The spotlight or the center of the camera was where she always craved to be.

And she was finally making that dream come true.

A black Toyota Camry pulled into the space behind the car that was filled with her belongings. Ren and Beatrice, Luci’s lovely parents, both get out of the car with a pink box of donuts—a snack for the road and for when she gets to her new apartment.

“Ready, Lucky?” Beatrice asked, rubbing her daughter’s back. She was quite bummed to see Luci leave her childhood home, but she’s proud to see Lucky Luci chase her dreams. She was, after all, twenty-five and was bound to move out at some point, but to see it actually happen made Beatrice quite emotional.

“Ma, please, don’t cry…” Luci frowned as Beatrice pressed her fingertips to the corners of her eyes. She wrapped her arm around her mother’s shoulder, comforting her. “You’re all coming to New York in a month, right? To watch me on stage?” Luci asked, reassuring herself that she would see her family in a different state to rescue her from her loneliness.

Luci was an independent woman. She could do tasks by herself, go places alone, and she wouldn’t have a problem with it; she enjoyed the company of herself. But to know that at some point she might be alone—that everyone had left her behind or forgotten about her—was what scared her. She needed to know that the people who loved her unconditionally wouldn’t forget about her.

“Of course we’re going!” Ren exclaimed with a smile that Luci was going to miss seeing everyday. “We can’t miss our baby on the Broadway stage. If we could, we’d go to every damn show that you’re in, but that would be a lot of gas, no?”

She chuckled, nodding her head. She felt tears pricking her eyes at how supportive her parents were—they’ve always been. If she could, she would take them with her to New York, but her one bedroom apartment and their work said otherwise.

“Now, Lucky, don’t cry.” It was Beatrice’s turn to comfort her daughter. Like any parent, when they see their child cry, it breaks their heart and they cry too. “We’re gonna see you real soon. You can always come back anytime you want. We’re just a phone call away and we’ll pick you up,” Beatrice said between sniffles. The mother and daughter were embracing so tenderly and comfortingly—enjoying every last moment together until they got to see each other again.

“Jeez, you’re both the same—always crying!” Ren interrupted, making the two women laugh; and he was glad they found what he said amusing because he couldn’t handle the sad moment. “C’mon here, my Lulu.” Luci settled into her father’s arms, hugging him tightly. She’s always been her dad’s girl, despite having a close relationship with her mother, her relationship with her father was something that felt like home; he always knew what to say and when to say it. It helped that she was the female version of him. “You’re gonna be the best star out there, I’m sure of it. Now, I want you to have fun, alright? The fame, the fortune, the big city…it doesn’t amount to anything if you’re not having the time of your life” He comfortingly rubbed Luci’s back, holding her in a warm and tight squeeze.

Luci smiled at her father’s words. She was always a bit hard on herself when she would mess up or forget a line or a movement that correlates to a specific line in her script. When she was younger, she would beat herself up for a sliver of a moment; she would cry into her pillow—sobs loud enough that they were heard from downstairs. Luci would think that she wouldn’t become a well-known actress just because of the minor forgetfulness her mind had presented. But Ren would gently tap on her ocean blue door, letting himself in because he knew his daughter didn’t have the energy to get up and let him in, and he would sit beside her, gently urging her to sit up with him. Once she complied, after many groans of refusals, she would be glad she did because her father looked deeply into her eyes—and it was like looking into the reflection of clear and clean water—and told her she was a star. It was only three words, but those three words reminded her to never give up and get up when she would hit the pavement of what she felt like were her fallen hopes and dreams.

Ren would then end it with a statement of advice that had always lingered in her mind, resonating to the silent and harshful words that she tells herself. ‘Nothing will amount to anything if you’re not having the time of your life.’

A rush of gratitude settled upon her as her eyes became glossier by the seconds she was in Ren’s arms. Beatrice looked at her greatest treasures fondly, a smile appeared on her face only for it to be replaced by a look of confusion.

“Where is that damn brother of yours? He said he was going to be here at ten!” Beatrice interrupted the sweet moment she was having with her father, making them disconnect from the hug—just as Ren did with Luci and Beatrice.

Speaking of the devil, her dear brother was making his way towards home on the side of the street, wearing a grey sweatshirt that was stained with his sweat as his earphones were nestled in his ears, loudly playing music. He loudly sang along to some rap song, breath staggered as he rapped along with his hands.

Nathan smiled once he stepped foot onto the driveway as he took out his earphones, seeing his family look at him vigilantly. Luci laughed, shaking her head.

“Hey, there’s our superstar, little Ana!” Nathan opened his arms, ready to hug you but she quickly stopped him, curving her spine backwards to deny his hug. Ana had been one of the many nicknames her family had called her when she was growing up from the second half of her name, but Ana seemed to have stuck with Nathan as no one else really called her that, so it was his own personal nickname for her.

“Ew, please, do not hug me.” Her face wrinkled in disgust from the spell of her brother’s sweat from his run. Nathan chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes before turning towards his parents.

“Ooh, donuts-”

Beatrice slapped the back of his hand before he even got a chance to open the pink donut box. “Not until you shower and change. Lulu needs to be in Brooklyn by three!”

“Ow, mother!” Nathan whipped his hand away from Beatrice’s burning slap, although he was just playing around and being dramatic. “But fine, alright. The star always gets what she wants, am I right?” He dropped his head towards Luci, sighing before he hurried inside the house to take a quick shower and change.

Luci giggled, telling her parents that she would be right back to go up to her room to check if she’d gotten everything, even though she knew that she had everything, she just needed to reminisce alone for a moment.

Her feet took her up the wooden stairs, where she, for some unknown reason, always spent her time sitting on as she leaned her back against the wall and read or drew. Nathan always found it weird of her when they were doing homework when they were younger, but it was just one of the many fun anecdotes he could tell reporters if he’s asked about their childhood.

Pushing open her ocean blue door that she never changed because she loved the color, she was met with the emptiness of what was once her sanctuary. Despite the paint on the wall changing, the replacement of furniture, and rearrangement of her childhood room, Luci could still see the baby pink walls where she hung up various posters of her celebrity crushes when she was eight. She could still see herself walking over to her Cinderella white wooden dresser as she pulled out an inflatable microphone from her drawer before she walked over to her bed to sing her heart out with her cousin. In the corner of her room was her mirror that she painted colorful flowers along the border when she was younger, and she definitely did not want to change or get rid of it; it wasn’t difficult to stir up a memory when she was in front of that mirror because up until now, she was always reciting her lines to her own reflection until the late night.

All of these memories that Luci held within her heart would help her ground herself—remind her where she came from. No matter where her career took her, she would always be the girl that was firstly known in her room, crying, laughing, and acting within the four baby pink walls until she was sixteen, and then it changed to an ecru white. The feeling of nostalgia clutched her chest, and for the second time today—not even noon, yet—she found herself crying.

She silently sobbed in her sanctuary. Her chest felt tight, like her heart was grasping onto the memories, begging her to not leave, to not move on. But moving on would mean being stuck, and she didn’t want to feel stuck—she just never wanted to be in one place where the walls would slowly feel like they were closing in on her. She didn’t want to be in one place and eventually hated it, so for that, she had to move on.

A soft knock was heard from the outside of her bedroom, making Luci turn around hastily. She found Beatrice standing in the doorway, warmly smiling at her daughter, and keeping the tears at bay because she needed the comfort of her mother more than her mother’s tears.

“My Lucky Star…” Beatrice walked into the room, welcoming Luci into her arms. “You okay?”

Luci deeply inhaled and exhaled as she calmed herself down from her cries. “I’m alright. It’s just hard saying goodbye to this place—to my room.”’

“Oh, Lulu. You don’t need to say goodbye. I know you’ll be coming back here soon, anyways. I know you love home too much to completely stay away.” Beatrice was subtly trying to remind Luci about her love for her hometown, for her home, but her words also were trying to remind her about that certain love for her home and to never forget that love so she doesn’t stray away because Beatrice was simply afraid Luci would never want to come back once she discovered the luxury of her career. And even though she knew her Lulu wasn’t one to forget about her family, Beatrice would never admit her fear.

Luci sniffled, wiping her tears away as she pulled away from her mother’s embrace. “Yeah, I know. Just…doesn’t feel real that I’m leaving.”

“Sure, you’re leaving, but you’re going off to do bigger and better things. You were never one to stay in one place, physically and mentally—you were always moving, always loved learning more. And I’ve always been so intrigued and interested in how your mind works.”

“Ma…” The waterworks seemed to be the highlight of the move.

“I’m serious! I’m so genuinely proud of you. You’ve been keeping your talent—and I don’t mean ‘high school plays’ talent. I mean your Broadway, Hollywood, Academy winning talent. Now, you get to showcase your light in front of thousands of people.” Beatrice always had a way of boosting Luci’s self-esteem, making her ego a tad bit more bigger than it already was. She didn’t mind if her self-esteem had skyrocketed into the galaxy of her dreams, but she always reminded Luci that being humble and kind always outweighed being obnoxious and arrogant. “Now, enough with these tears. You’ve got a road trip to New York. C’mon, now.”

They made their way downstairs and out the door where Ren and Nathan were talking about the latest basketball game of the Celtics. The trunk was closed, and the only thing waiting was Luci herself.

“There she is! Ready?”

Luci took a deep breath, turning her head to look back at the pastel yellow house that had kept her safe for the past twenty-five years. From here, she knew everything was going to change. Whether it’d be for the good or if things would go downhill from here? She didn’t know; all she knew was that she was going to be doing what she loved and she was going to have the time of her life doing it.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

The state of Connecticut seemed to pass by quickly from the car as Nathan drove at a decent seventy miles per hour; the state vanished just as quickly as when they entered.

Luci mindlessly looked out the window, thinking about everything and nothing at once as she drowned out the music playing through the speakers of the car and Nathan’s voice singing along.

The cars passing by, the bystanders, and the locals filled the streets and highways, making her wonder what all of these people’s stories were—wondering if they lived in this city or if they were just stopping by to visit, or if they’re just going through the state to get to the one next door just as she was. Maybe she’s had an encounter or simply passed by them on the street in a world that seemed too large but small at the same time. She always pondered on whether everyone else thought the way she thought—if they wondered what her story was or the people around them.

The world is an interesting place and there were so many intriguing people out there, making her more excited by the minute as she takes on this new adventure in her life that would be completely life changing. Luci’s going to be meeting so many new people that, she would hope, have an impact on her personal life or career.

“Nervous?” Nathan broke the comfortable silence between them.

Luci raised her brows and curled her lips into her mouth. “A bit.”

He nodded, thinking for a moment. Nathan was always one to think before he spoke, and it was a quality that some people needed to learn how to do. He quickly learned that lesson when he was in high school; one of his friends, Johnny, and him were going back and forth joking around with one another. And for some odd reason, teenage boys liked to joke around about fucking everything, so Nathan had said “Yeah, I fucked your mom, what about it?” without thinking. Johnny stayed silent, the rest of their friends were waiting for his comeback, but they only received tears that glossed over his eyes before he ran off to a different part of campus, away from the lunch tables. Nathan found him behind the orchestra building with his face pressed on his kneecaps, crying. Later, he found out that Johnny’s mother had passed away before their sophomore year started and he hadn’t told anyone, which left Nathan quite speechless, but it was a lesson that he learned: to think before anything comes out of his mouth.

“I know you’ll do great. You were born to do this, born to be on stage. Everything you do is to greater your experience and opportunities. All the mistakes you’re gonna make, which we both know you’re gonna make, they’re gonna be learning lessons for you to continue doing what you’re good at doing; the mistakes are there so you can better yourself,” he reassured, occasionally glancing at you briefly before averting his eyes back onto the highway.

Luci smiled, never taking her eyes off her older brother. She leaned closer to the middle console, where his right arm was resting on the padded console. Hugging his arm tightly and resting her cheek on his shoulder, she accepted and appreciated his advice, his words. They made her heart fill up with so much gratitude and love, insanely grateful and happy that she had such an amazing and supportive family who always knew the right things to say when they could sense her nerves and anxieties powering through the roof.

“You’re gonna kill it out there. This is just a step towards where you wanna go, where you actually wanna be.”

She nodded, looking to her right as they quickly passed the ‘Welcome to New York’ sign from the state line of Connecticut and New York, and it was the sign indicating her new home.

Nathan pulled into the apartment’s parking garage, entering in with the code that the complex gave Luci on the silver keypad as the two watched the automatic gate arm swing up to the side, and Nathan entered the parking structure, parking in one of the many spaces available.

Luci excitedly got out of the car, rushing to the trunk where Nathan had opened it from inside the car. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to bring the hand dolly to help carry the boxes, which meant that the siblings were going to have to carry the many boxes she packed by her own hand and strength. But luckily, some of them weren’t that heavy; most of the items in the brown boxes were kitchenware and she figured she could just drag those.

One by one, they took one box each and headed for the elevator, where it took them to her apartment floor—floor four. Luci grabbed the keys from her purse that contained two copper keys hanging on one single silver loop and a small keyless sensor, and she unlocked her navy blue door, revealing her new apartment.

When she entered, she was met with a door across the entrance that she would use for her coats and shoes, things that she would need when she’s rushing out the door. Going through the small hallway in from the entrance, it led her to another small hallway to her left where her bedroom and guest bathroom was; and to her right, it would take her to the kitchen and living space. With four big windows with black window frames, the natural light really came in, making her place brighter for saving electricity.

Walking in and putting the boxes against the black cabinets in the kitchen, she immediately fell in love with the space, her space. Despite already taking a tour of the apartment a few months prior to her official move in day, it felt different being there for the second time because she now knew that this place was hers. She saw it in a different light, and she was already anticipating the memories she was going to make in her new home. The place was empty; and with every step and every noise from her mouth, the room would echo, and she loved it. There was something satisfying about the echo in an empty space that was hers, like she wanted to furnish the hell out of it, but at the same time, she didn’t mind the echo.

“This is your new home.” Nathan put an arm around Luci’s shoulder. He got a bit emotional seeing his baby sister grow up and move away from home, but he was excited for all of the experiences and memories she was going to make. Luci looked up at him, not saying anything but smiling as she was speechless. Nathan could practically feel the excitement run through her and all he did was chuckle at her speechlessness. “C’mon, let’s go get the rest of the boxes.”

For the next fifteen minutes, Luci and Nathan hauled the boxes from the car, to the elevator, and down the hallway to her apartment. There were about four more boxes left in the trunk, and they would’ve been finished by now if they hadn’t been taking breaks.

Nathan’s phone rang as he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinets of the kitchen across from Luci who was sitting in the corner where her dining table would be.

“Hello?” Answered Nathan. “What? Tonight? I’m in New York. I’m helping my little sister move here. Uh, okay. Sure. Bye.” He groaned, standing up.

“Who was that?” Luci asked, nosy as she was.

“That was one of the board members at Mass General Hospital.” Luci’s eyes widened. “They just asked me if I could come in tonight to teach and supervise the new residents.” Nathan was a general doctor working in the Emergency Room as Mass General back in Boston. He’s always wanted to teach with all the knowledge he’s stored in his brain—always wanting someone to learn a thing or two when they spoke to him, and this was his chance.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing, Nate!” Luci stood up, excited for him.

He started to breathe a bit heavily and Luci immediately took notice; she could practically feel the nerves coming out of him, the same nerves she felt while going in for an audition. “Yeah, I actually have to leave, like, right now.”

“Hey, hey.” She quickly stopped him from running out of the building and out of his mind. “Come here—breathe with me for a second.” She held onto his wrists gently.

“Luci, I have to-”

He pulled away, but she tugged him back. “You’re going to drive yourself through the highway, and who knows what will happen, you might get pulled over and you won’t make it to the hospital. So, just take sixty seconds to breathe with me.”

For the remainder of the time that they had together, they took some deep breaths. She spoke encouraging and uplifting words to him to calm down his nerves and anxieties that he seemed to drive himself over a cliff for, and it seemed to work as Nathan’s shoulder’s weren’t so tense and the grip on her hands had loosened.

The two of them walked down to the parking garage where Nathan took down the last four boxes and placed them by the entrance of the complex. He was adamant on helping her get the last few boxes up to her apartment, but she shrugged it off, telling him that she was able to carry them and that he needed to leave because he’s most likely going to hit traffic during rush hour.

“Call me if you need anything, okay? I mean it. I will drive here in a heartbeat.”

“I will, I will-”

“Just not tonight,” he joked. “This is the highlight of my career.” His smile was so bright that it was like he was a little kid on Christmas again who just received a Hot Speed set from Santa.

Luci laughed, hugging him goodbye. “And call me if you need anything too. I’ll miss seeing you everyday,” she admitted, a slight frown on her face. She thought she’d have the entire day with Nathan, but it was cut short due to his work but she wasn’t mad about that at all because she knew there'd be plenty of times when he would drive down to walk along the New York streets and see her perform.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Ana. But I love you and I’ll see you next month!” He hurried into his car, and Luci watched him as he pulled out of the driveway, waving at the rear view mirror to say one last ‘see you later’ to his little sister.

Walking back to the curb where all of the boxes were set, Luci picked one up to test how heavy it was and she barely made it upright without almost hurting her back, so she put the box down to take a proper breather. She decided to drag the box closer to the door of the complex—which saved her a few steps without completely dropping the box that was labeled ‘glass plates’—and pulled the handle of the door, only to find it completely locked. There was a slight panic that flew through her until she realized that she needed her keyless tag that she had to press against the pad on the wall to get inside the complex, so she blew out a sigh of relief before reaching down to her pocket for her key, and with just her luck, her keys weren’t in her pocket or with her at all. Then she started to panic again.

Luci quickly walked out of the parking garage and to the front of the building where the leasing office was to find them closed, which was odd because it was Saturday, but apparently their servers were down so they just decided to take the entire day off. She rolled her eyes annoyingly, walking back to the garage in a fast manner because she didn’t want anyone to take her boxes, and so she figured that she could just wait until someone left the complex or arrived. She even left her phone at her place, so it wasn’t like she could call anyone to help her, but some sort of entertainment would help the time go by quicker.

Sitting on the curb in the garage, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, and humming the melody from the Miss Saigon soundtrack, an hour goes by until she sees someone walk past the automatic gate barrier, heading towards the entrance where he opened the door with his tag. Luci sprinted towards the door, calling out for help.

“Wait, wait!” The man turned around confusingly, taking his AirPod out of one ear. She caught up, taking deep breaths as she waved at the man. “Sorry, I’ve been out here for an hour and I completely forgot my key.” He didn’t say anything but stared at her, wondering why he’s never seen this woman before. The apartment complex really only had four floors, and he’s sure that he’s seen everyone who’s lived here. She noticed that he looked down at the boxes and back at her. “Oh, I just moved in.” He nodded more understandingly. “Do you mind holding the door for me?”

“Sure.” Was the first thing he told her before stepping aside to hold the door. She took another deep breath, getting into the correct form so she doesn’t throw her back out, and began to lift the heavy box. He noticed her struggling, and he felt foolish for not offering his help in the first place when he noticed the four boxes on the cement. “Here, sorry, let me help with that. Get the door, yeah?” Luci’s heart flipped once she heard his deep, accented voice before she gratefully thanked him and he grabbed the box from her, replacing her hands with his and the slightest brush of their fingers made her flustered; he held the box tightly to his chest without much struggle.

“Yeah, let me just get this one.” Luci grabbed a much lighter box that had all of her shoes, and held the door for him with her foot as he made his way inside of the building and to the elevator. He pressed the button with the arrow pointing up, and luckily, they didn’t have to wait for more than five seconds before the bell at the top chimed and the stainless steel doors opened.

With the heavy box in his hands, he still let Luci walk in first, which made her smile and he followed in as she pressed with the bold ‘4’ printed on it. He held the box in between his chest and the other end of the bar on the wall as they waited in silence as the elevator lifted them up to her apartment floor, and she brushed past him when he lifted his arm, gesturing her to go first.

Her front door was closed but it was unlocked, which only made sense, so she opened her door, putting the box next to the entrance and politely asking the man to put it next to the one you put down.

“Thank you so much, really. You have no idea how much I appreciate your help.”

“It’s no problem. I was the same when I moved here too—forgot my keys and was locked out.” He related to make her feel lighter about the situation since it was an honest mishap.

“Did you go to the leasing office?” She asked curiously.

“Yeah, but they were closed.”

“They’re closed today too! It’s like they do that on purpose whenever someone new moves in.” The man chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

She hadn’t gotten a proper look at him since she was too distracted by trying to get into her building, but just by one real look at him, he was very attractive—probably too attractive to where she couldn’t think straight. He was wearing a pastel yellow and white striped button down that was a bit flowy and open, showing his white tank underneath that was tucked into his black skinny jeans. His tank top was low enough, exposing a patch of chest hair and his necklace that rested against his skin, in between his swallow tattoos just below his collarbones. Rings hugged his long fingers on both hands as he held two brown paper bags from Trader Joes. He was handsome, that’s for sure, and she felt like she was going to compare his beauty to all the other men that she was going to encounter in the future.

“They’re not very good at going into work, but if you give them a call then it’s like they’re a 24/7 help center.”

Luci nodded, chuckling. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’ll help you with the last boxes.” Before she was about to protest and tell him that he didn’t have to help her anymore because she was sure the last ones were light, he made his way towards the elevator and she quickly followed.

To her surprise, one of the boxes was heavier than the other and she was glad that the man was able to carry it for her. They took the boxes up to her apartment, stacking it on top of the ones that were set down before she thanked him gratefully again.

“I really appreciate all your help.” She smiled, leaning against the doorframe.

“Not that I’m doubting your strength or anything, but how were you supposed to get those boxes up to your apartment?” He asked softly, not wanting to offend her by his words.

“Oh, my brother was supposed to help me, but he had to go back home for an emergency at work.” The man nodded, seeming that was the most acceptable answer, not like he was searching if she was lying. “But thank you for your help. You’re a true lifesaver,” she said with a soft smile on her face. Her tone was a bit flirty than she wanted it to be, but it naturally came out.

“It’s not a problem. I’ll see you around.” Luci hadn’t closed her door yet, but she found out that he was literally her neighbor on the opposite side of the wall. He didn’t even have to take two steps to get to his place—all he had to do was turn around and he was home. She smiled at the thought of that, glad that her neighbor was already so kind to her.

As he was fumbling with his keys, he eventually got his door unlocked, and Luci was itching to ask what his name was—maybe make her first friend during her first day living in the big city. The man felt his neighbor's eyes on him, burning through the back of his head, so he turned around at the same time she spoke.

“Uh, hey,” Luci called out. He was looking over his shoulder, pursing his lips as he raised his brows. “I was wondering if…you’d like to have dinner with me tonight? Y’know, to thank you for all your help and practically saving me while I was stranded.” She chuckled, playing with the tips of her fingers as she looked at him with hope.

He thought the invitation was nice, but…“It’s okay, really. I, uh, have plans already tonight,” he admitted honestly because he doesn’t make a habit of being dishonest.

Luci had some thick skin—she grew it throughout the years, and she had always been pretty confident. So many people would think that she could handle rejection well because she’s auditioned for many roles in her lifetime, and had been rejected for most of those roles. But the rejection that her neighbor handed to her so respectfully and politely was one that hit her the most, and she didn't know why.

Curling her lips into her mouth as she felt the pang of her heart sinking into her chest, she nodded and placed a small smile onto her face.

“Have fun tonight, then. I’ll see you around.” She grinned, hiding the slight bit of pain that she felt. He nodded, walking inside his apartment as she was in her doorway as well. “Oh, I’m Luci, by the way.” She introduced herself, feeling like she should have done that ten minutes ago, but it had slipped her mind.

The corner of the man’s mouth turned up into a sly smirk, and she nearly felt herself fall as she gripped the door handle tightly. It was enough to make the pain in her chest disappear, and all thoughts of the rejection that she would think about for the rest of the night vanished.

“Nice to meet you, Luci. I’m Harry.”

With that, Harry closed his door, putting a barrier between him and Luci, who was still standing in her doorway. She let out the longest sigh of her life, feeling like she’d been constricting herself from breathing properly for the last ten minutes.

Luci closed her door and leaned against it, looking down at the boxes that were resting by her feet. She softly smiled, her cheeks were starting to get warm, and she was fully aware that Harry was the cause of it.

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In tune (Venable x reader): Chapter two

A/N:finally got my first dose of the vaccine today! :D

lmao I'm sorry if that first chapter kinda threw you off, i don't really like it

This one is a bit shorter than i’d like but it’s more interesting

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol and nicotine use, also being unconscious? and insomnia. Feeling nauseous and dizzy after exercising. Also also daddy/mommy issues bc I'm writing this so ofc there's that

~1400 words

|| Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 ||

After a while the purples naturally expected your daily performance, and even suggested songs and sang along. You got into the habit of going to the music room when everyone was busy elsewhere to remember chords to songs and practise, and the mood did seem to lighten up. But despite that, every now and then Ms. Venable would look bitterly at the piano, and a feeling of uneasiness would settle within you. How long would it last until she ordered for the damn piano to be destroyed? Or maybe she would just throw you out of the outpost and feed you to the monsters?

Her coldness toward you sure worked at keeping you down, not that anyone would know. Despite being the one always coming up with jokes and ways to make everyone get into friendly conversation, there was that constant sadness. Every minute you spent alone in your room was a minute you spent thinking about the past and all the things that went wrong in your life. The memories from your parents always came up, before you ran away from living with your dad in search for a life you would enjoy. You hated him. You couldn’t help not to.

Every time you said 'thank you" a heavy silence would fill the room. As if the words 'you're welcome' would burn a hole through his mouth. All you ever wanted was reassurance, to feel heard and to know there was someone to lean onto. But that hadn't been the case, not then, and it wouldn't be any different after the world collapsed.

At night you would let the tears take away the weight on your soul. You would remember when you were a child, crying in your mom's arms because of your scraped knees, and wish she had never let go and walked away. Some nights you questioned the Gods on their decision to take her when they could have just taken you, of cursing the earth with your broken form, where hers was light, and sweet, and kind and perfect.

You couldn't help but feel like a thief, sitting in bed holding within you something as wonderful as life itself. As you skimmed through your dusty cabinet of feelings, you could find nothing but guilt. And the thought of it made you feel even more guilty. Until there was just guilt everywhere again. It was all too familiar by now. On the inside of your pillows there was guilt. On the table by those poetry books, hidden in the corners but always in plain sight there was guilt. On each thread of each garment you wore, there was guilt. Guilt in the sky. Guilt in the sea. Guilt in the perfume of flowers and in the taste of fruit.

Nothing you ever tried would make it go away. Not the nicotine or the alcohol. Not the sleepless nights or the unconscious days. And every time you sank lower into it you wondered if the warmth of someone holding you would. Just the same way your mother's embrace would make the pain go away.

The end of the world brought a numbness with it at first, but it gradually receded to the guilty conscience and with that came your inability to sleep.

It was one of the unspoken rules to not be out of bed at night, because someone could assume you were sneaking to be with someone breaking the actual copulating rule, and also because everyone had to be on time for breakfast.

Still, after a couple of days of waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night or not being able to fall asleep at all, you decided to try and walk around the outpost to see if you could find sleep hidden in some corner somewhere.

The eeriness of the place was actually comforting. The silence and the soft shadows that the candle in your hand casted for some reason did work at calming you down, and after a few days it was your new “bad” habit.

That was of course until that night.

At some point in the night you found yourself in the corridor that led to the music room, staring at the door. It had the tiniest crack open, and through it you could see candlelight.

At first you just assumed someone forgot to put the candles out, but as you came up to the door you realised someone was still up. And that someone was playing the piano? You opened the door a tiny bit wider to peek inside. Yes, someone was playing. That someone was playing what you recognised to be the third movement from Moonlight sonata, and was playing it perfectly. It sounded furious. And passionate. It was like every note was rippling through your very bones, you could almost feel yourself vibrating along with its anger. You simply couldn’t turn away from it, the melody wrapped itself around you and you could not budge even if you wanted to.

That someone, funnily enough, was none other than Ms. Venable herself. Once you realised it was her it was already too late to think about running back to your room. As the last chord rang she looked straight into your eyes, a look so unbearably cold that it burned.

Her hands floated away from the keys and toward her cane, and with its help she turned around fully and stood up. She stood her ground, and after a second or two she tapped her cane.

That was when you realised you were holding your breath and your mouth was open. You blinked a couple times in disbelief as you struggled for words.

“That was… it was beautiful” Seemed to be all you could get out.

She made her way toward you slowly, but you could tell how angry she was by the deafening tic her cane produced with each step. “What on earth are you doing up?” She said punctuating each word.

“I-” She grabbed your chin forcefully, making it impossible to look away from her.

“I couldn’t sleep” You managed to whisper

She narrowed her eyes at you and said “Make this the first and last time I find you outside your suite after hours without permission.”

You nodded stiffly before she let go of your face, and as you turned around to leave you bid her goodnight. Madness? Was that the thing running in your veins? She elected to ignore you and with that you slipped off back to your room, the grooves of her fingerless leather gloves still imprinted onto your skin.

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"Miss girl, you have to drop by my room one of these days so I can lend you some concealer! Those eyebags are offensive to be honest." Coco said while sitting across from you at the dinner table, Mr. Gallant nodding in agreement.

"Sure thing Coco"

Up until that night you managed to sleep a few hours per night, but after it, things got even worse than before. Three days had passed and you doubted you had slept as many hours.

Since googling how to sleep wasn’t an option anymore, you tried remembering on your own the sort of thing some health wellness website would advise. Drinking water: you did drink water? That one is always the solution they give. Eating a healthy,varied and balanced diet: yes of course. Your jelly mystery cubes surely gave you a wide range of options. Meditating: you tried a couple times, but on your own all you managed to do was sit cross legged for hours trying to fight off the thoughts. Working out? The last resort.

Running around the outpost didn’t seem like a very good idea, so you just stayed in your room doing push-ups, squats, sit-ups and lifting books in your pajamas one early morning before breakfast.

But considering the aforementioned nutrition situation, it wasn’t surprising how after almost an hour of repeating those exercises you felt dizzy and nauseous. You were sat down on the floor, back against your bed and head resting on your hands, which in turn rested on your bent knees, trying very hard to not pass out, when you heard a knock on the door.

You assumed it was a gray coming to help you get ready for breakfast, even though it felt too early for that, and lifting your gaze toward the door you mumbled “Come in, it’s open.”

To your surprise, the person who pushed the door open wasn’t dressed in gray, but in black, cane ticking in announcement of her arrival.

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tommodirection · 4 years ago

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Can you write one where you surprise Niall on tour? like its Niall's birthday and yn said he couldn't come bc of work you can do whatever you want at the end maybe put a smut 💗

Heylo! Thank you for sending in a request! Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy! Also, I don’t write smut, so it’s more implied at the end!☺️

Surprise

Niall Horan x Reader

Warnings: swearing, innuendos, spelling errors, brief mention of coffee addiction

Word Count: 2.1k

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“Niall, I’m so sorry I can’t make it,” you apologized over the phone, probably for the thousandth time in the past week.

“Love, listen, it’s okay, you have to work, I understand, it’s not your fault,” Niall reassured you.

“I just feel really bad, I mean, it’s your birthday! What kind of girlfriend doesn’t make it to her boyfriend’s birthday?” You asked, clearly panicked.

“A girlfriend whose boyfriend has an abnormal job that requires him to travel around the world,” he said and you groaned. “Love it isn’t your fault, we can still FaceTime after the show, we’ll spend all night together then,” you heard the smile in his voice.

“I guess you’re right,” you sighed. “But I’d much rather just be there with you,” you bit your lip.

“Me too, but it’ll be okay, we can just celebrate when I come home, it’ll only be a few months late,” he joked and you giggled.

There was a knock on your bedroom, it opened a little to reveal Hailey, your friend.

“Listen, I have to go, but I’ll definitely call you tonight, okay bubs?” You asked, trying to hurry.

“Alright, love you,” he sang through the phone and you bit back another giggle.

“Love you,” you said, quickly hanging up and setting your phone down.

“You ready to go?” Hailey asked, a suitcase in her hand.

The truth was, you weren’t really going to miss Niall’s show. It was meant to be a surprise. You were going to fly down the night before his birthday, and then you were going to surprise him on stage, sounds simple enough to plan, right?

Not when your boyfriend’s show was in London, and you were in your shared LA apartment. Not when it was a ten hour flight.

It took off at 8 am in LA, so you’d arrive at 6 pm, LA time, but 4 am London time, so you’d basically have major jet lag and you’d get little to no sleep, but it was fine.

You grabbed your bag from under the bed, where there was no chance Niall could’ve seen it.

You popped up, grabbing your phone and carry-on bag.

Hailey practically shoved you into the car and hit the gas before your door was even closed.

You glanced at the clock, it was only 6:45, you had plenty of time.

“Hailey, why are you in such a rush?” You asked, shoving your bag in the backseat. You buckled your seatbelt and she huffed.

“This is why I’m hurrying,” she grumbled and gestured to the road. LA traffic.

Sometimes you forgot you lived in one of the busiest cities in the world, and not a small suburban area where there was rarely any traffic.

LAX was only a ten minute drive from your house, but the traffic tripled the time, you got there thirty minutes later, both of you running to the security check-in.

After clearing security, Hailey dragged you to the gate, clearly agitated. She stopped in front of the gate, seeing you had fifteen minutes left to board. She mumbled something under her breath and threw herself down in a chair.

You sat next to her, hesitant to touch her, but you still placed your hand on her arm. “H, are you okay? What’s going on?” You asked, keeping your voice low.

She looked away, clearly embarrassed. You tried to catch her eye but she kept looking away.

“Hailey,” you demanded, and she finally looked at you.

“I haven’t had my coffee this morning,” she admitted. You chuckled and stood up.

“That is definitely something we can fix.”

About fifteen minutes later, you were on the flight. Ten hours after that, you landed in London.

You and Hailey treaded into the hotel, both exhausted. Hailey could never sleep after drinking her coffee, so she didn’t sleep. You didn’t sleep because you were still a bundle of nerves.

It was mostly irrational fears, just little things that didn’t make sense, but still made you bite your nails. Your head was mostly just filled up with thoughts of him not wanting you there, but you knew Niall, and you knew he wasn’t going to be upset.

You and Hailey decided to book one room, you’d share with her tonight, and stay with Niall the rest of the time, she claimed you needed time alone, something you agreed with.

You settled into the bed, burying your head in the pillow. Excitement overwhelmed you, but your body was too tired to respond, so about three minutes later, you were out.

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You woke up about four hours later, much more sleep than you thought you’d get.

Hailey was already up, sitting on her bed with a plate of food, her cup of coffee on the nightstand. She looked over at you, smiling when she saw you processing the surroundings.

“I got you breakfast,” she said, leaning over and grabbing another plate from the other side of the nightstand.

You groggily thanked her and began eating, the burnt toast leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, “Did you purposely burn the toast?” You asked.

She let out a low chuckle, “No, a little girl, a little toddler, insisted on making the toast, and I didn’t want to break her heart. Just eat the fruit when you’re done, it’ll cancel out the taste,” she suggested, and you squinted at her.

You didn’t think that was accurate, but you shrugged it off.

While you ate your burnt toast and bittersweet fruit, Hailey explained the itinerary for the day. First, you’d order lunch, and eat in the hotel room. Then, you’d stay in the hotel room until around five, then you’d drive to the stadium, Niall’s show started at five thirty.

You had to remain in the hotel room so your surprise wouldn’t be ruined. Dating a celebrity, meant you became a celebrity. You couldn’t go out in public without being recognized, so if someone had seen you, and posted it, word would’ve gotten to Niall that you were in London.

The day was pretty boring, Hailey ordered Nando’s, claiming she’d never had it before. You watched a few old rom coms on the cable television in your room, there weren’t many options.

Around four thirty, Hailey began getting you ready for Niall’s show.

You had chosen the look, and she was there to help you complete it. She had allowed you to get dressed in your own (thankfully) and even let you put on your mascara.

Instead of a fancy dress, you decided to wear a nice pleated short-skirt, a plaid black and white one. You’d chosen a red turtleneck, knowing Niall loved that color on you.

You stepped out of the bathroom, quickly taking a seat in front of Hailey. She grabbed her makeup bag and got to work.

You had told her to go light, it was Niall’s birthday, not a wedding, but Hailey liked to over exaggerate things a bit.

She had already put on the basics, including a perfect Smokey eye, something you still couldn’t accomplish. She had chosen a bright shade of red lipstick, one that matched your sweater perfectly.

After about six different styles, she decided to put your hair half up, curling it towards the ends.

You were surprisingly patient through the whole thing, humming and nodding when she spoke about nonsense at work, trying to hold still as much as possible.

She stepped away, a satisfied smile on her face. You stood up, and gave her a little twirl. She tapped her finger against her chin as if she was thinking.

“You know who you remind me of?” She asked, and you shook your head. “Heather Chandler,” she said confidently.

You have a confident smile, placing your hand on your hip. “Listen, if I look like the sexiest woman alive, I am completely okay with that,” you shot back and Hailey giggled.

She glanced down at her watch, her eyes going wide. “Shit! It’s 4:55! We were supposed to be on the road at 4:45!” She exclaimed, gripping your arm tightly. “Grab your shoes! Put them on in the rental!” She ordered, and you scurried to do what she said.

You both ran to the car, and you climbed in, not even getting buckled before she pulled onto the street. You looked around the car, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“When did you have time to pick up a rental car?” You asked, looking at her profile.

“I woke up two hours before you did, grabbed some good coffee from a café down the street, and ran back to the hotel. My cup ran out, so I grabbed a shitty hotel cup. That’s when I grabbed breakfast,” she explained and you nodded, then realizing what she had meant.

“You only got two hours of sleep last night?” You asked and she shrugged.

“Eh, I’m fine, just a little tired, but one more cup will help with that,” she said, and you shook your head firmly.

“Hailey, no, when we get there, I’m making you take a nap, and don’t even try to argue with me!” You ordered, pointing a finger at her.

She gave you a fake pout, then an exaggerated sigh, “Fine.”

You thanked her, and waited while she drove there, turning on her playlist. A few One Direction songs came on, ones she claimed she didn’t know how they got on that playlist, but you loved it.

About fifteen minutes later, you pulled up near the back of the arena. Hailey parked the car, shutting the engine off. She turned to you, “Got your ID?”

You nodded, pulling it out of your purse to show her. She stepped out of the car, you followed shortly after.

It was weird, having her take the lead, you were the one who planned it, but she did a much better job of running it, she was in charge of executing it.

You both made your way to the gates, ringing a buzzer. The man requested to see your IDs, and let you in after clearing you.

Niall’s manager ran up to you, giving you a quick hug before instructing you where to go. You told them what you had told Hailey, and you made sure someone was making sure she slept.

You stepped onto the platform, waiting for your cue. Niall was performing right now. It was a small show, so he didn’t bother with any openers, giving them a paid night off.

He was talking to the crowd now, meaning you were about to be lifted up. Your palms began to sweat, so you resorted to wiping them on your skirt.

“Thank all of you so much for coming out tonight! As many of you know, today’s my birthday, and it means the world to be celebrating it with you all!” He shouted into the mic.

You adjusted your mic, clipped to your collar, and braced yourself when the platform rose.

Niall and everyone else must’ve noticed, because he went silent, the crowd roaring in confusion.

The smoke cleared to reveal you, an extra effect Niall’s manager insisted on having.

“Speaking of who you get to spend your birthday with,” you said, smiling at Niall.

His jaw dropped, and he stood frozen for a few seconds. The audience was cheering, screaming and you swear you heard someone in the first few rows crying.

Niall nearly dropped his guitar, deciding to gently set it on the ground instead. He ran over to you, immediately sweeping you up and spinning you around.

He set you down and pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. “You actually came,” he said, and you nodded.

“Of course, I can’t leave you all alone on your birthday,” you bit your lip, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Happy birthday, bubs,” you placed your hand on his cheek, and he leaned into it, beaming at you.

“I love you,” he whispered, and you smiled back at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you too,” this caused the crowd to let out a collective ‘aw’, making both of you blush. You gently massaged his scalp, pulling away from his embrace. “I’m going to go backstage now, you finish this concert strong, I’ll be waiting,” you had taken off your mic, and whispered the last part in his ear.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, “Don’t you dare start without me,” he growled and you smirked, pulling away.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” you bit your lip and he let out a small groan, “I’ll see you backstage,” you sent him a wink, making your way back to your platform, where you were lowered back down.

You were in for quiet the hell of a night.

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riotfuckery · 5 years ago

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Shark bites

Kirishima x f!reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! I’m here to drop off your fluffy/spicy dose of Kirishima love! This is a request from none other than my senpai and wonderful friend @queensynderella! Thank you for sending in and I kinda struggled to write it bc of being the big sad™️. I’m really not too happy with it but I hope y’all enjoy it! 💖

Warnings: sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, a badly described make out, and kinda awful writing.

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The ‘almost official’ stage of dating was the most fluffy part of dating. Sneak peeks of being in a relationship with the person you were interested in just forced your brain to daydream of what life you could live together. It was close yet so far away.

When your long time crush Kirishima Eijirou asked you on a date for the first time, you were over the moon with excitement.

As he stood there with cheeks matching his long mane of fire red hair, holding slightly crumped wildflowers, and stuttering out it he wanted to take you out on that Friday, you melted. You were so happy that you launched yourself into his arms while giggling out a “yes!”.

He took you out that Friday for coffee. Dressed in a oversized (f/c) sweater, black jeans, and a comfortable pair of boots, you walked hand in hand with him as he fed you cheesy pickup lines on your way to the cute coffee shop.

When the two of you got there, he refused to let you pay. Saying “it wasn’t manly to let a lady pay on the first date.”. He was a real gentleman, helping you on and off the tall coffee shop seats and holding doors open for you. He swept you off your feet.

You walked hand in hand with him again on your way home. Warm smiles shared as you soaked in each other’s company, the air was filled with new love as you laughed and playfully danced your way back to the dorms.

Ever the manly man he was, he walked you right to your door. You of course told him he didn’t have to and that you live in the dorms with him but he silenced your protests with a “A gentlemen has to make sure a lovely lady like you gets home safe” accompanied by a playful wink.

As you arrived at your door, a slight sadness bloomed in your chest. You didn’t want to leave to his side so soon and he pulled you into a bear hug as soon as he noticed your crestfallen face.

“So if you’d like, how about we do this again next week?” He akwardly asked, cheeks hinted pink and warm red eyes filled with hope.

“Of course Kiri! I would love that!” You smiled happily up at him. He grew a lot since your first year, now quiet a bit taller than you.

Standing up on your tippy toes, you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before entering your room then closing the door.

Kirishima was floored by the sweet kiss you gave him. His large hand held on the place you pecked as his heart beat wildly in his chest. If he could get anymore love struck, he’d think he went insane.

Pressing you ear against the door, you waited until you heard his heavy footsteps walk away to jump on your bed and let out an excited squeal into your pillow.

Lingering glimpses at one another were happening often during that week until Friday came around again. The sickeningly sweet air of young love floated over the two of you like a cloud at all times, making everyone in the general vicinity roll their eyes in annoyance.

Neither of you could care less because you were head over heels for one another. Heads filled with daydreams until you could see each other again.

You were practically glittering with excitement when Friday finally arrived. Tearing up your closet to find the perfect outfit as you fussed over your hair, you couldn’t help the rapid thumping in your chest as you finished your look.

Giving yourself a twirl in the mirror, smiling proudly at the outfit you picked out with the approval of your friends via text. You were a bit nervous but the ever so present excitement overshadowed it.

He knocked on your door swiftly, catching your attention as you grabbed your phone and rushed to the door. You quickly opened the piece of wood only to be met with the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.

He looked stunning. A black floral button up shirt framed his solid build nicely, dark jeans hugged his muscular legs in all the right ways, and of course, his signature pair of red crocs.

He didn’t tell you what you were doing on this outing, only a hint to dress nice but casual. Walking with him hand in hand once more as his tall stature led you through the dorms, through the backyard, and into a small spot in the woods where you found a picnic set out.

A red checkered blanket laid on the top of a small hill, overlooking the city and a delicious set of bento boxes were sitting on top. Your heart raced again, thumping like a happy bunny rabbit as you sat down on the blanket.

Eating your food happily and teasing each other playfully, your heart felt warm when the sun set. Hazy oranges, pinks, and purples filled the sky when you rested your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. Your cheeks heated up at the small act of affection from him, making you snuggle yourself closer to the redhead as the both of you watched the sunset.

He walked you to your room again much to your protests, gently tugging you along the forest path and dorms with the picnic basket in his large hand. The world felt so much brighter, so much more fun when he was around that the slight sadness hit your chest again as you arrived at your door.

“I had a really good time today, (y/n) and I know we literally just went out but would you like to hang out with me tomorrow? We could watch a movie in my dorm in our pjs.” He suggested sheepishly, thinking that it was way to be good to be true that you would want hang out with him 2 days in a row.

“That sounds wonderful Eijirou, what time should I come by?” You asked happily.

His cheeks flared red from the casual use of his given name, heart racing at the way it rolled of your tongue.

“U-uh how does 5 sound?” He stuttered out, a little embarrassed at how flustered he was by the simple act of calling him his name.

“Perfect, I’ll see you then!” You smiled brightly, the idea of cuddling up with him in your pjs sounding like heaven.

He summoned all the courage in his body as he gently placed the basket down, red eyes looked softly at your smaller form when he held a large hand out and softly cupped your cheek. Holding it almost protectively when he placed another sweet kiss on your forehead before picking up the basket and walking back to his room, just like you did.

You stood frozen in the hall for a second, cheeks aflame as you felt you entire body turn into a pile of goo. Quickly making your way way inside your room, you unleashed a smile that threatened to stay there the rest of the week.

Tomorrow couldn’t come by any slower, excitement buzzing in your veins as you desperately tried to make yourself sleep. The digits on your clock seemed to go in slow motion as they changed and you let out a groan in defeat.

Staring up at your ceiling you couldn’t help but think of the faux redhead. He was as adorable as a puppy, sweeter then sugar cubes, so friendly that he even tamed the blonde time bomb, and so in touch with his feelings that he made you swoon.

What plagued your mind most was how goddamn handsome he was. He caught your eye during first year, a bright sharp toothed smile sent your way as he gave you a big bear hug when he introduced himself made your heart beat wildly in joy.

Warm red eyes soft and sweet like red velvet cake as he always cheered you on the sidelines. A jawline sharper than a razor combined with his well defined cheekbones made him look cute and hot. Which never failed to make your cheeks feel warm.

Well defined full plush lips with a sharp cupid’s bow was something you thought of often, wondering during late nights if they were as kissable as they looked. Brawny arms that made you feel safe whenever he got the chance to give you a hug.

You took special notice of how tall and muscular he was now. Six feet tall and absolutely shredded, solid like a mountain with not an ounce of fat on him. He towered over your small form, forcing your heart thrash wildly in your chest. But he never made you feel intimidated, always safe and secure when you were with him. That fact alone just made you melt.

His hero costume didn’t help your fantasy about him one bit. A six pack and body carved by Greek gods as you sneeked peeks at him during hero training. He was golden tan and littered with various scars, thanks to internships, the color of his skin just accentuating his well defined six pack and rippling muscles.

It might have been the fact that everyone was asleep or that you only got a few innocent little kisses from him but thinking about this 6ft tall, absolutely shredded, and adorable man just set your lower belly on fire.

Sleep finally came to you before you could get too worked up, finally getting a few good hours of sleep before you had to get up and go about your day.

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The bright rays of the sun woke you up the next morning, regretfully untangling yourself from your sheets as you got up to get ready for your day. Today was cleaning day.

Throwing on a pair of black leggings and an old shirt, you got to cleaning your room. Putting on (f/b) you not so harmoniously sang your way through laundry and organizing various things.

When you finished everything on your checklist , the room was sparkling clean. Taking a peek at the clock, it read as 3pm. Just enough time to eat and get ready.

Quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs, you grabbed a few of (f/s) and headed to the common room only to see a few of your girlfriends chatting away on the couch.

“Hey cutie pie! Come and join us!” Mina happily waved as she saw you approaching the couch.

“Hi darlings! What’s up?” You greeted as you plopped yourself down in the seat next to cute pink girl, quickly eating your snacks.

“We were actually just talking about you!” She snickered.

“Cmon! Tell us how your last date with Kirishima went!” she enthusiastically demanded, playfully nudging your side with her elbow.

Momo, Uraraka, and Tsuyu all gave you an expecting look, nearly wiggling in their seats from the tension of your small silence.

“It went really well actually! He took me out of a picnic and we watched the sunset together. It was pretty romantic.” You admitted, a tiny bit embarrassed from all the attention on you.

“Oh wow that is romantic~! Who knew Kirishima was such a softie!” Mina gushed dramatically.

“That’s actually really cute. Ribbit.” Tsuyu commented.

“It’s simple and sweet, very much like him.” Momo analyzed thoughtfully.

“But did you guys get all hot and steamy under the sunset~” Mina asked, wiggling her eyebrows for dramatic effect.

“No pinky pie.” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“We didn’t, just a few sweet kisses on the cheek and forehead.” You sheepishly admitted.

Various cooing and gushing came from all girls except Mina, who knew this is how it would play out. In the midst of various chatter, you managed to get a small glance at the clock and saw it was 3:30. Saying a cheerful goodbye, you padded your way back to your room to get ready for your date.

Date. The word still making your heart flutter as you thought of your last two experiences. He was sweet, gentlemanly, and so adorable that you couldn’t help but gush about him internally.

Rummaging through your drawers to find the perfect pair of pjs, you pulled out one old band shirt after another before finding what you were looking for. A matching set of burgundy silk shorts and top with black lace trim.

It was something you bought on a whim after trying it on, loving the way the it made all the features you liked about yourself stand out. A perfect little tease to test his patience.

After pulling out a large hoodie to cover yourself up with, you grabbed your shower caddy and made your way to the showers. You made quick work of getting clean, the whole stall smelling like (f/s) as you scrubbed away all of today’s dust and dirt.

The hot water combined with the steam made your skin feel soft, reveling in the way your confidence soared after doing something so simple. (Self care is important y’all.)

Quickly finishing up what you needed to do, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel. Confidence still sky high as you brushed and blow dried your hair also applying a little skincare along with it.

As you slid on your sexy little set, you couldn’t help but feel like it when you glanced in the mirror. After a swipe of deodorant and a spritz of perfume, you pulled on your hoodie and happily padded your way to your room to put your stuff away.

Successfully putting away all your things, you checked the clock once again. It read as 4:30pm so you still had half an hour. Deciding to laze around a bit, you checked through your socials and played a game for a bit before heading over.

When you finally looked up from your game, it finally hit 5. You scrambled to put on some chapstick before grabbing your favorite blanket and slipping on your slippers before heading out the door.

You skipped your way to Kirishima’s dorm, heart thumping in excitement about seeing him again. Stopping at his door, you knocked swiftly 3 times and waited patiently.

“Coming!” Kiri shouted casually.

When he did open the door, he didn’t expect his brain to turn into scrambled eggs. You stood there so adorably, eyes sparkling up at him, in a hoodie that nearly drowned you and he was speechless.

“Hey Eiji!” You smiled at him, temporarily putting a halt to his internal gushing.

“Hey (y/n)-chan, come in and get comfy!” He managed to say cheerfully as he stepped aside to let you into his room.

Embarrassingly, you forgot what his room looked like but when you did look at the surprisingly tidy room with workout gear in the corner and ‘manly’ decorations, you internally giggled as you made a beeline for his bed plopped onto it with light bounce. Deciding to lay up against his pillows as you made yourself comfy.

He managed to turn off his internal panicking as he sat down next to you. His warm body next to yours as he pulled out his laptop and pulled up Netflix. After debating for a bit, you both agreed on a random action movie that looked interesting. He carefully placed it on the opposite end of the bed as he got himself comfortable next to you.

As the movie started, your attention instantly wandered off of whatever was on the small screen. Instead focusing on how nice he felt next to you. He was warm that you wanted to cuddle up to him, the shorts you wore not helping you retain heat at all.

Carefully, you grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. Smiling softly as you laid your head on his shoulder as you vaguely payed attention to the movie. He smelt nice too, like sandalwood and citrus. Bright and masculine, just like him.

Kiri had a plan before you arrived and now that you were so cutely cuddled up to him, he couldn’t even form a coherent thought much less breathe normally.

He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend officially. The cute dates you went on just put the final nail in the coffin for him as you playfully giggled at his jokes and looked at him so cutely. He was freaking out.

With a deep breath, he shoved off all incoming self doubt and popped the question.

“(Y/n)-chan?” He asked nervously, heart racing in fear that you would up and leave if he asked you too early.

“Yes Eiji?” You sweetly replied, just being so close to him was making you feel fuzzy inside.

“Youre so cute and sweet and I like you so much and I was wondering if you would wanna be my girlfriend?” He rambled nervously, his large body tensing in false preparation.

You looked at him in shock for a moment while you processed what he said before a soft smile took over your face. Giving his large hand a squeeze, he cautiously met your gaze.

He saw no anger, no hatred, just soft (e/c) eyes filled affection. He gave you a small shaky smile still a bit nervous from your lack words.

“I would want nothing more Eijirou.” You softly spoke as you admired his face. He was handsome and the little scar on his eye just adding onto to the cute look he had on right now.

He visibly relaxed as he felt himself lean closer to your face, red eyes briefly glancing at your soft lips. Ever the gentleman he was, he needed to ask before making his move.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathlessly asked, still slowly inching closer.

Your eyes briefly glanced at his lips, slightly chapped but still full and plush as you felt yourself lean closer as well.

“Please do” you replied just as breathlessly.

When his lips met yours, it was everything you dreamed of and better. His lips were warm and tasted of cinnamon as they moulded against yours perfectly.

The warm and fuzzy feeling in your body turned into a fire as you used your free hand to cup his cheek and pull him closer to you. You wanted to be closer to him, fuck you needed to be.

It quickly became heated between the both of you, his warm tongue gently swiping over yours in a silent pleas to let him in. When you gently parted your mouth to let him in, he took it to his full advantage, eagerly exploring and dominating your wet cavern with a low groan.

You let out a small moan in response, using the hand that was on his cheek to tangle in his red hair and gave it a light tug. He let out a low growl and without breaking the kiss, he moved his muscular form to hover above you as he pinned your joined hands on the mattress.

When he pulled away, you were both panting and blushing. Red eyes burning with desire as he hungrily looked down at your smaller form beneath him.

“So I’ll take that as a yes?” He cheekily asked with a sharp toothed impish grin.

“Of course, Red Riot~” your saccharine voice answered as you wrapped your legs around his narrow yet muscular waist and brought him closer to you.

His cheeky smile turned into a warning glare as he let another low growl, you were testing his patience and he wasn’t having any of it.

“Careful little one. Don’t get me too excited, you wouldn’t want to this shark to bite, now would you?” He warned you with smoldering eyes half lidded in lust, making the fire in your veins turn into a raging inferno.

“Oh I’m sure I won’t regret it. Now show me how hard this shark can bite.” You challenged, the raging fire in your blood reflecting in your own half lidded hazy eyes. The cute set you had on definitely came in handy later.

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worldwidemochiguy · 5 years ago

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the man in the moon (Yandere! Yoongi)

Summary: You can’t help but gaze at the stars and he can’t help but gaze back at you.

Word Count: 1.7K

Masterlist

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, (kind of) Stockholm syndrome, Dissociation, bad writing.

Authors note: I got the idea and then made this and tbh it’s kind of shitty which makes me sad bc it could have been a cool concept but ah well lol.

The man in the moon is my man

He never say nothing so I know he understands

He’ll never break my heart

I know he’s here to stay

Tell all the other boys to go away

I’ll take the man in the moon

- Man in the Moon, by Voice of the Beehive

Yoongi had a fairly repetitive schedule. He would wake up and then… well. That was basically it. He preferred not to go outside, deeming the bouncing gait he had to adopt to travel around as ‘undignified’, even if there was no one else around to see it. He spent his days in his meticulously shuttered compound. Covering the windows was necessary, given that the moon was far slower at rotating than its orbital partner, Yoongi thought with contempt.

Rather than having a cycle of darkness and light over 24 hours, it took his planet almost a month to complete a ‘day’. Even Yoongi was incapable of sleeping when the sun’s full glare was seeping through the thick window panes, and after enduring a week and a half of the torture, he went around with a hammer, an armful of boards, and a budding vendetta against the sun.

Eons later, Yoongi’s skin was infinitely paler, his eyes were infinitely piercing, and his life was infinitely dull. Yoongi sometimes dabbled in casting his gaze onto the Earth, the ugly planet he was stuck forever facing towards. Normally, what he found was severely lacking. Stupidity, and greed, and petty squabbles seemed to be all the human race knew how to do. But, for lack of a better option, he kept on looking. And then he found you.

From the moment he saw you, he knew you were different. He almost thought you were a fallen star, stuck in a place you didn’t belong just like he was. You were clearly brighter than any other filthy human marring the Earth, and you only became increasingly so as you aged.

Yoongi’s eyes followed you everywhere, he saw when you learned how to ride a bike, when you got your high school diploma, when you got your first promotion. He resented every second of the hours you were woefully hidden from view. It was ridiculous; he could peer through hundreds of thousands of kilometres of space and locate you with ease, but as soon as you disappeared behind the curve of the Earth, you were out of sight?

Yoongi couldn’t bear it when he couldn’t see you, even if he knew you were going to bed in that time and therefore had less of a chance of getting hurt. He was very protective of you. How could he not be, he reasoned, when he had saw you grow up before his very eyes. Of course, he had previously watched billions of souls come into existence and age and wither and die, all without sparing a thought. But he could never let that happen to you. He could not let you be another distant creature, always in his sight but never in his reach.

It was difficult for Yoongi to watch you living your life without him. The first time you kissed another man, he felt an anger that had never before reared its head rip itself out of him. It raged along the shorelines of the Earth, coaxing in fearsome waves from the deep. It ripped along the streets, blowing with the force of a thousand gales. The moon almost tilted off its axis, turning its back on the Earth for far longer than it should have done.

Yoongi saw the devastation his rage resulted in. The loss of thousands of lives. The destruction of property built by the hands of men. He only felt a flicker of satisfaction. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t enough, he would never be able to harm those around you (those who wanted to hurt you) without also hurting you in the process. You were too far, the only way he could touch you was with a broad wave of violence. And that is how Yoongi came to his conclusion.

He could not harm those around you without harming you. You were stuck down there among danger. The solution was simple: he needed to draw you to his side.

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“He’ll never break my heart, I know he’s here to stay,” You sang, or — more accurately — shouted, using your deodorant stick as a makeshift-microphone since your friend had already snatched the hair brush. “Tell all the other boys to go away!” You screamed the lyrics together, dancing around your cramped living room.

“Mina!” You called, pointing the stick at your friend, “Solo!”

She cackled and then sung along with the song blasting on the radio, laughing so hard she could barely get the lyrics out. When she pointed at you again to finish the song off, you did so with flair.

“I’ll take the man in the moon.” You crooned. You both paused dramatically as the bassline faded out, before collapsing into giggles on the carpeted floor. Mina had come over to try and cheer you up after your boyfriend had forgotten to show at your anniversary date, again, and she had obviously succeeded.

“Y’know,” you started, once the laughter had died down, and Mina hummed in acknowledgement. “My parents would always tell me about the man in the moon.”

“Tell you what?” Mina asked, rolling over onto her stomach and resting her chin on her forearms.

“Well… they would tell me stories about him.”

“Such as…?” Mina prompted, and then burst into giggles as you chucked a pillow at her for her impatience.

“Such as… that he existed. Like, he was sent there as a punishment.”

“Punishment? For what?”

“I don’t know,” you floundered, “For, like, being weird or something. Anyways, the point is-” you stressed, “I’ve always felt like there was someone watching me. From up there.”

Mina’s immaculately groomed eyebrows flicked up.

“So you seriously believe there’s a man on the moon?” You flushed and sat up, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

“I don’t know, it’s just… weird, I guess.”

“It’s not weird, you’re weird.”

Mina was expecting the pillow being swung at her face that time, and fought back valiantly with a throw cushion.

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Your body cast a shadow along your moonlight-bathed room as you leaned your forehead against the window. Up there in the sky, the moon continued to shine as it always had done, your eternal silent companion. It was a full moon that night. You noticed that as you brushed a finger against the glass separating you and the night sky. It was difficult to believe the moon was so far away, it almost felt like, if you only opened your window and leaned out, you could cup it in your hands.

It was almost a compulsion that led you to lift the latch. Like the pull of the tide, you leaned away to twist the handle and then drew back to breathe in the night air. You couldn’t trust your eyes, as it almost looked like the moon had swollen, now bigger, brighter, closer. It became blurred, hidden as your breath formed translucent clouds which eddied on the cool night breeze, swirling faster and faster. You pitched your body further out of the window, taking one arm away from its steadying position on the windowsill to reach out. To brush the moon, as it started to take on an almost unnatural glow.

Like a moth to its burning cold flame, you were drawn in, your eyes wide, your face gleaming white as you approached the moon. A pair of eyes were stretching across space, fixed on you unerringly, coaxing you out. You felt a hand enclose around your outstretched palm. It tugged you forwards slightly, and you lost your balance, tipping into the open arms of the night.

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“Come on, sweetheart. Wake up. Can you wake up for me?” The kind, almost intimate words were uttered by a voice that sounded like it hadn’t been used for some time. The hoarse, gravelly tones echoed in your head as your eyelashes fluttered. Immediately, there was a cold hand cradling your head, and another beneath your back, helping you to a sitting position as you squinted, still unable to take in your surroundings.

Slowly, your vision cleared. A man was bent over you, his striking dark eyes swimming with concern. His skin was… so white it almost hurt your eyes to look at. The paleness seemed to have even leached the colour out of his hair, leaving him as an almost wraithlike figure.

“W-where am I?” You croaked, your own voice rough as if it had been a long time since it was last used. You glanced around the room, trying to find an indicator of the time, or of where you were. You could find none.

His lips quirked slightly, and he guided your body back down to the bed.

“You’re safe.” He told you. “That’s all that matters. Now sleep.” As he commanded it, your eyes shut and everything went dark again.

The man brought you strange things, food that was not food, gifts that felt almost unnatural — a doll that followed you around the room with its eyes, an hourglass that never ran out of sand. You couldn’t seem to break out of the limbo you sunk into when you fell out of your bedroom window and into this strange place. There were no windows, and when you asked the man — Yoongi, he told you to call him — what time it was, he simply smiled and told you he didn’t know either, and didn’t care to find out.

Sometimes you woke up and felt those eyes on you, and he would be watching you. He would always smooth your hair back — which was starting to grey, or was it just paling, like his? — and tell you not to worry. He never told you what he wanted from you, and after a time (you don’t know how long) you stopped caring. You passed through many rooms, all of them the same, all of them lacking windows, until you found an exit.

You went outside and saw Yoongi, standing sentinel on a rocky outcrop. You climbed over to join him, and turned your gaze to see what he was looking at. There stood the Earth, small and inconsequential from your standing. By now, you could hardly remember what it had been like to live there. Yoongi turned to look at your blank face, skin as pale and glowing as the moon, and he smiled. He was alone no longer.

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yutadori · 4 years ago

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This is the same anon! My all time favorite is more. The moment I heard it, blue was no longer my favorite! It reminds me a lot of an ost from a video game I adore and the lyrics are really really relatable for me. Also the lyrics are written so well?? It shows so much emotion while still being so poetic and pretty. My favorite line is “no trade for the things I lost, no train for the boy that stopped.”

Some runner ups are blue, onoffonoff, us, and 2 soon. The reaper has really grown on me too. I also really love summer. Also, is it just me or does keshi’s part on pillows by him and eaJ kinda sound like a chunk of summer?

I listen to us a lot too!! The vibes are awesome and it’s one of my go-tos for my more aestheticy playlists.

I’ve always wanted to get into him because I heard his name floating around on the lovely internet, but I never got around to it. It was only last year I think(?) when eaJ dropped his first solo song and everybody was saying that it sounded like smth keshi would drop. So I checked out keshi’s spotify page and now I’m obsessed!

AH HELLOOO!!! omg im sorry for the late reply, i just got around to reading some of his lyrics !

omg.... i just read the lyrics to more and im just T__T THEYRE SO SAD???? omfg )): but i lovee that song too it was one of the first songs of his that i added to my playlist hehe :3 omg i agree i love how like.... he’s able to write lyrics so well and also convey them in such a poetic way like... wow ?? and omg what ost / game did it remind you of !! 0: oohh onoffonoff was the v first song i heard from him years ago actually !! 0: such an iconic song,,, and yesss 2 soon, the reaper, and summer are some of my faves !! :3 i’d say bys, summer, atlas, and the reaper are my faves as of now ^__^ im listening to blue right now and it’s so nice.... i love... that . i dont know if i can describe it properly but like ?? but i love how like... it gives off that... soft ??? kinda sad vibe but then the instruments are like... really pretty so it’s like oh this is sad but also really pretty (’’’: and im listening to us right now and omg.... it’s so </3 keshi... sending you a warm blanket king sized bc... king

OH wait wha i didnt know eaj’s song was with keshiiii omggg??? wait im listening to it right now and ‘so come to me where demons dont come’ and ‘give me your loneliness and ill give you mine’ ummmm?? i love.... <3 and youre RIGHT omg it does sound like something he’d release as his own song omggg like when he sang his part ???? omg it sounds like it’s His song gfdsgsfgf i really like the lyrics for this song... omg

#also did you see .... him on jaes podcast....#i didnt watch the whole thing i just skimmed a biiiit and ommfg.... keshi..#hes so cute wtf im so ????#his speaking voice is so nice omfg #also i was reading through more lyrics and 'kiss my wounds but not forever' from summer #is def one of my favessss omg )))):#anonymous #lovemail

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tutselutse · 4 years ago

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A Little Push

Sooo.... I’m obsessed witht the idea of Emma and Zoey as friends who won’t admit it, and, well, after writing many bants for them, this suddenly had to happen. You can blame @bi-gstupid and @nocoffeeforoldmen for enabling me.

Content: Zoey/Emma, drinking, casual hook up, mild sexual content, hints of Paulkins in the end bc they are soulmates ok? ----

Thinking back on it, Emma should have known they were heading towards this. However, it still took her by complete surprise when it happened. She glanced to her left, where Zoey was dozing off, with her hair splayed out over all the many pillows, under the sheet that didn’t fully cover her breasts. Huh.

They had been out drinking. A tradition they had developed over the last month and a half. Nora had broken her ankle and while she stayed at home, she had left Zoey in charge. On paper that sounded horrible, but since Zoey now was the boss, she had no one to suck up to, and that made her a lot more tolerable. Emma almost even enjoyed their shifts together. Not fully though, since Zoey and her friends were doing a production of Les Mis and Zoey would sing the Fantine songs over and over. But Zoey was a good drinking buddy. Hot enough to get free drinks and not selfish enough to abandon Emma for just anybody. She held her liquor well and talked shit about the other people in the bar.

Today they had been drinking beers mostly and having a laugh over that customer guy who was interested in Emma and not very subtle about it, but never got the nerve to do more than polite small talk. It was somewhat endearing, and it wasn’t like he was unattractive. Emma kind of enjoyed the polite small talk. He usually let her vent a little over whatever annoyed her that day. Zoey kept insisting she should date him. Or, in her words, totally bone him.

“I’m not gonna bone him,” Emma insisted.

“You’re so boring,” Zoey said and emptied the beer glass in front of her. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Classy. “He really looks like he could use a good roll in the hay.”

“And therefore, I should do it?” Emma asked, eyebrow raised. She lifted her own glass and took a sip.

“You also need a good roll in the hay,” Zoey said with a sly grin. “Finish your beer, old lady. I’m getting us another round.” Then she stood up and left Emma to fume over being called an old lady. The other round turned out to be drinks this time. Then another beer. Another drink.

And suddenly it was the middle of the night and Emma was feeling perfectly drunk and ready to lie down. They emptied their glasses and got up, gathering their things. Outside a light drizzle was in the air. It felt nice and cool on Emma’s face and she stood for a moment with her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation on her skin. A cool breeze brought out goosebumps on her arms and legs. She felt less tired now.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Zoey. “Wanna split a cab?” she asked.

Zoey looked at her for a moment, an expression in her eyes Emma couldn’t read. Her gaze travelled up and down Emma’s body and she bit her lip. And then, instead of answering, she had stepped forward, leaned down and kissed her.

What the fuck?

Emma froze, taken by surprise by the softness of Zoey’s lips. Zoey pulled back and gave her a questioning look. Almost defiantly asking Emma what she was going to do now. Emma stared at her, lips parted and heart pounding. Then she placed her hand on Zoey’s neck and pulled her into another kiss.

Zoey didn’t hesitate and immediately wrapped an arm around Emma’s waist, while deepening the kiss. She tasted like her last drink – rum and coke – and she smelled nice. Her body was soft and curvy against Emma’s, but there was nothing soft about the way she kissed. It was needy and hungry, with tongue and a hint of teeth. After several minutes of kissing and hands that got more and more curious, Zoey pulled back and with heavy breathing said, ‘I would like to split a cab.”

And that was how Emma found herself in Zoey’s apartment, making out against a hallway closet. It had been ages since she last hooked up with a girl, let alone someone she knew already, but Zoey’s feverish kisses, and hands under her shirt were causing her blood to boil and her body to yearn for more.

They were both still in their Beanies uniforms and Emma started to undo Zoey’s buttons fast and pushing the shirt off her shoulders, exposing creamy skin and a thin lacey bra. She trailed her fingers down the exposed chest, ghosting past the nipples and continuing down her stomach.

Zoey was undeniably hot. Pretty face, and annoying and distracting mouth and nice legs. Her eyelids fluttered as Emma touched her and it was incredibly satisfying to look at. Zoey kissed her again, more urgently, shoving her hand into Emma’s shorts, not even bothering to open them.

They stumbled backwards through the apartment, until Zoey opened what Emma assumed was the bedroom door. Zoey didn’t hesitate, shoving Emma unto the bed and straddling her, sending her a victorious eyebrow waggle.

They ended up having sex for what felt like hours. Whenever one of them was done, the other one took over. It was practically a competition to see who could give the other the most and the best orgasms. Finally, they both rolled away and caught their breaths.

“Sex with women is so fun,” Zoey grinned, lifting her head and resting on her elbow. “I’ve always wondered what sleeping with an older woman was like.”

Emma crossed her arms and frowned. “I’m not that much older than you.”

Zoey just giggled. “You take everything so seriously.” Then she stretched out on her back and closed her eyes. “Goodnight, Emma.”

Well, that was that Emma supposed. She just fucked Zoey from work. Zoey, who was rude and lazy and flirted with customers to get more tips and always sang some new musical theater song or practiced scales. Zoey, who was the only person she knew, who matched her level of shit-giving, who was really hot and a good kisser. Emma hadn’t thought of their bickering as flirting, but maybe it had been. There was some tension between them and now they had acted on it.

She fell asleep after turning around a few times to get comfortable, and woke up to sunlight and an arm stretched out over her. She turned her head and groaned at the sight of Zoey behind her.

“Move,” she said, lifting her arm off.

“Sorry,” Zoey mumbled and rolled away, “I’m used to spooning my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend?” Emma asked.

“Sam is kind of my boyfriend. I don’t know. We’re not exclusive, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Zoey answered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “He gives good dick. But you were much better at oral,” she winked. Emma rolled her eyes.

“Oh really? The gross cop dude isn’t good at going down on women? I’m shocked,” Emma said sarcastically.

“Was that your way of saying thank you Zoey, you were good too?”

“Thank you, Zooeeeey, you were good too,” Emma mocked. Zoey threw one of her many pillows after her.

“Anyway, I’m glad it’s not weird. You’re an asshole, but I really wanted to fuck you,” Zoey said, standing up and walking naked around her room, picking up discarded clothes. There were a few marks on her from last night.

“Likewise, I guess?” Emma shrugged, “we agree this was just fun, right? Not a big deal?”

“Of course,” Zoey grinned, “sex is no big. Speaking off, you really should fuck the guy from Beanies.”

“But now I have gotten that roll in the hay,” Emma said with a smirk, “so now there is no reason.”

“Babe, there is always a reason,” Zoey winked, pulling on clean underwear. “I just got your machine started again. You’ll wanna get laid again in no time.”

Emma bit her lip as she thought it over. What the fuck was she talking about? “Did you-“

“Oh, fuck you, you gave me hickeys,” Zoey said, inspecting herself in the mirror. Emma smirked.

“And you fucking liked it,” she responded, climbing out of the bed. Zoey had been whimpering and begging for more when she gave them. From the look in Zoey’s eyes, she remembered as well. Emma went searching for her clothes and got dressed quietly. She really needed to brush her teeth. Zoey walked her out, still only dressed in underwear.

“See you at work,” she said, and Emma did finger guns back at her.

“See you,” she replied.

She spent the day sleeping eating greasy carbs and then more sleeping. She woke up to her Monday shift. It was one of the long days and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Zoey was in the break room, grinning when she saw her arrive. She hadn’t buttoned her shirt yet and the hickey was visible. Emma got images of her mouth against Zoey’s skin and her hand between her legs. She exhaled and fought the sudden arousal at the thought.

The customers kept coming, everyone else was clearly as tired and in need of coffee this Monday as she was. Emma noticed several cute girls, with pretty eyes and full lips, in dresses that hugged their curves. She noticed a few men, with sharp cheekbones or nice shoulders. Zoey was right, her machinery had started back up. A customer spilled a little as he took his frappe, and Emma wiped the table down.

“Hi,” a nervous voice said, and she looked up into remarkably blue eyes, “I’ve got an easy one for you. Just a cup of black coffee.”

Emma smiled at him, and it made his whole face light up. She poured him the coffee, keeping an eye on him at the same time. He was tall and cute. She accepted the payment, noticing his impressive full lips and that he had broad shoulders underneath the suit jacket. When she handed him the coffee, his fingers brushed against hers and she felt tingles run from her fingertips up to her elbow.

Maybe Zoey was right?

“I see you in here all the time, don’t I?” she asked, “what’s your name?”

“Paul,” he answered, offering her a small and sweet smile.

“Hi Paul,” she said, “I’m Emma.”

#tgwdlm #starkid #emma perkins #zoey and emma are good friends and neither of them will admit it #zoey x emma #paulkins #paul matthews #zoey from beanies

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raiswriting · 5 years ago

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dancing with your ghost

inspired by this song

warnings: symptoms that are similar to mental health issues like depression but never explicitly stated

genre: pure angst sorry

pairing: lucas/yukhei wong x reader

summary: ummm heartache???? basically the aftermath of a ‘hey let’s pretend to be dating bc i need someone to take to this wedding and you need someone to scare off your ex’ type of story

word count: 1582

a/n: lmao i am reposting this because it absolutely flopped the first time hehehe ALSO i made a playlist to go with this story. the first half or so is the same playlist that is mentioned in the story then the second half is more about the theme of it. i put way too much effort into it but i hope you enjoy it!!

there was an emptiness that couldn’t be filled

an ache that couldn’t be soothed

a feeling of nostalgia for what never was

honestly you couldn’t be sure if this hole in your chest was a bad thing anymore. you’d grown so used to it that the thought of one day living with out it seemed so fantastical and out of reach. you found a sort of morbid comfort in the sorrow

time has slipped away as routine comfortably took its place. mondays became indistinguishable from wednesday or friday. the only thing separating saturday and sunday from the rest was the lack of work.

your thoughts drifted from the idea of getting up and taking a shower or even just washing your face to the cup of tea that’s been sitting on the coffee table and once more to your phone lying next to it. it lit up with yet another text message to which you would send yet another half-assed response of ‘id love to get together but work has been super busy lately and i need a me weekend.’ you wonder how many more ‘me weekends’ you’d be able to have before someone saw through it.

you just couldn’t have that face to face conversation with any of them. how do you explain that none of it was serious. or that all he needed was someone to take to family get-togethers for when his uncles would ask about his love life. or that you had grown so used to his hand in yours that the emptiness you felt when he wasn’t there scared you. or that you missed him. how could you look someone in the eyes and say that you had not only lost a love but also a best friend. how do you describe that hurt. how do you say that you feel unlovable. how.

you couldn’t say those thoughts aloud because as soon as you did they’d become real. he would really be gone. and happy. and in love. and you would have to admit that you were hurting. you’d have to admit that it was really over.

so instead you lay here on the sofa. and keep it all in. sometimes you can’t help but remember him. and how happy he’d been.

the knock on your door drew your attention from the sheet of cookies ready to go into the oven.

there he stood in the doorway with a smile so bright that it put the stars on the clearest of nights to shame.

‘hey y/n’ he pulled you into a warm embrace. the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. strong and inviting, the prefect reflection of his personality.

‘hey lucas. i wasn’t expecting to stop by today.’

‘yeah i just wanted to share some good news with you. like really good news. like i came here as fast as I could kind of news.’ he spoke so excitedly as he followed you back into the kitchen.

‘well spit it out,’ you reply while placing the sheet of cookies in the oven.

‘i found someone,’ his smile wider than ever.

you almost dropped the sheet of cookies as you took in what he said. you knew this day would come. the day he would find someone to actually love and care for. the day he no longer needed you. but still you hoped and prayed that maybe there was something there. maybe the secret touches shared between just the two of you actually meant something. that maybe he’d choose you.

he didn’t.

‘so get this. i was walking into the coffee shop on seventh street that me and you usually go to. and i bumped into this gorgeous girl and spilled her whole coffee so i offered to buy her a new one.’ he rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the floor. ‘so cheesy and cliché i know. but y/n this girl. we talked and talked and she made everything seem to….right. when I looked into her eyes i just felt…’ he sighed and leaned against the counter.

‘…like everything just seemed to make sense for once.’ you finished the sentence for him as you checked on the cookies.

‘yeah exactly’ he didn’t even try the hide his love struck expression. it was clear as day that he was really falling. ‘when i talked to her it was so easy. almost as if we knew each other for years.’

we did.

you looked him in the eyes for the first time since he broke the news and forced a smile to your face. you couldn’t even fathom the idea of ruining this for him.

‘lucas im ecstatic for you.’

‘really?’

‘of course. if there’s anyone who deserves true love and happiness in life, it’s you.’ and you meant that. it just hurts that he found it in someone else.

‘and hey. at least now you actually have someone to take to all your family functions.’

he chuckled lightly, ‘yeah you’re right. i don’t know if your cheeks could handle another one if aunt maya’s pinches.’

‘the pinches i could handle,’ you say as you forced a laugh out, ‘but I’d have to buy a gym membership if i had another dinner at your parents house.’

‘it’s not my fault mom loves insisting on third helpings’ this time he let out a full real laugh, remembering all the shared glances between the two of you at a dinner table. wondering how you could possibly eat another slice of meatloaf.

‘we can celebrate your new found love with some cookies, if you’d like. they should be done in a minute or two.’

the smile dropped slightly from his face. ‘oh y/n. i’d love to really but i promised angelina that i’d meet her again for coffee. i just stopped by the tell you the good news.’

‘of course, of course. you should get going then. a love like this comes around once in a life time.’ and who am i to stand in the way of someone living their lifetime.

lucas cast a sympathetic look before pushing himself off of the counter and embracing you once more.

‘thank you for everything y/n. seriously. you’ve helped me out so much. if you need anything let me know.’ his cologne was still so strong. and it hurt to know that someone else was going to experience it like this.

‘that’s what best friends are for lucas. you’ll be the first person i call when im sick and throwing up everywhere.’

you could feel him chuckle lightly before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

‘you got it y/n.’

the door shut, leaving you alone.

your hands shook as you took the cookies out of the oven and set the tray in the stove top. they shook as you turned it off. they shook as you took off the oven mits. they shook as you ran them down your face only to find them wet with tears. and they shook as you lowered yourself to the kitchen floor.

your hands were steady now and found their way to that playlist like muscle memory. you had long since deleted all the photos of you and him. but you just couldn’t find the strength to delete this. he had made it for you before the whole fiasco of pretending to be together had ever crossed either of your minds. he said that ‘these song remind me of us.’ and maybe you had gotten your own hopes up. maybe you had searched too deeply between the lines of lyrics. maybe you looked so hard that you had only found what you wanted to. because they were just songs. songs of bad timing and unrequited love. but at the end of the day still. just. songs.

as they played throughout the room. filling the stale silence as your body began to move, lifting you from the couch. your gaze landing on the sweater which rested on the arm of a chair. it was his. he had left it accidentally when spending the night here one time. you had meant to give it back for some time now but haven’t been able to. everytime you had gained the courage to call him and ask him over, he was busy. eventually you stopped calling. and he stopped texting. stopped checking in. so there the sweater sits. still smelling of him.

your body began to move once more reaching out for it and pulling it close to you. maybe if you breathed in enough of his scent, it’d feel like he was here with you again. of course it didn’t but it was as close you could get.

your hips swayed to the rhythm. as your feet worked their way around the living room. stepping over pillows and discarded take out. you danced for the first time in what felt like years. you felt the tears fall but paid them no mind. still clutching the article of clothing impossibly close to you, you sang along with the lyrics.

Yelling at the sky

Screaming at the world

Baby, why’d you go away?

I’m still your girl

Holding on too tight

Head up in the clouds

Heaven only knows

Where you are now

I stay up all night

Tell myself I’m alright

Baby, you’re just harder to see than most

I put the record on

Wait ‘til I hear our song

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost

a/n: there it is. i was listening to this song today and got super inspired and just had to write. there’s also a reference to a hobo johnson song if you can find it ;) thanks for reading. let me know if you’d like a prequel to this when reader and lucas were together. i hope you enjoyed and pls feel free to leave constructive criticism. thanks, rai :)

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waywardnewcomer · 5 years ago

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Bottom of the Bottle

A/N: So idk how old you are but I’m guessing 16 bc you’re doing your GCSEs????But Happy VERY VERY VERY (like almost 5 months oops) belated birthday. Hope your exams are going well and you enjoy this fic! @platonic-plots

I’m also not caught up on the 14th season yet (oops) so I will be writing in the past.

Summary: The boys leave for a hunt on Y/N’s 16th birthday and she turns to the bottom of the bottle to cure her pain

Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol, sadness

Pairings: Dean X Sister!Reader, Sam X Sister!Reader, Cas X Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 1.3kish

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You were stirred awake by a bang outside your bedroom door. The hunter instincts in you immediately shot you awake with your gun gripped tightly under your pillow as you looked around. Sensing no immediate danger you cocked your gun and crept to the door, opening it slowly.

You crept around the living room, gun held in front of you when you saw Sam leant over a bag on the counter. You sighed and put the gun down.

“For fuck's sake Sam you scared me half to death. Why are you up at this time?” You asked confused, the tiredness suddenly setting in now the danger was gone.

“Dean and I need to set off for an urgent hunt, a job for Bobby. Should only take the day but we need you to stay here and hold down the fort. Do some research about the Nephilim for us.” He smiled at you sadly, hating to leave you alone.

“Today? Do you have to?” You asked sadly, knowing full well they had forgotten today was your birthday.

“Sorry bub, Bobby really needs our help. We should be back late tonight but don’t wait up.” Dean came in, cocking his gun and hiding it in his pants.

“If you need anything call Cas, okay?” Sam smiled before they gave you a quick hug and rushed out the door.

Yet another birthday alone. You sighed and headed back to bed. What was the point of being awake with no one to celebrate with? When you awoke for the second time you had a text from Cas saying ‘Happy Birthday.’ It was obvious he had no idea your brothers were gone.

You got yourself out of bed and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast but all that was in the fridge was beer. You shrugged and opened a bottle taking a swig. You don’t turn 16 every day. By the time you had finished the first bottle the anger had bubbled up inside of you and was threatening to pour out. The only way you knew how to deal with it was to keep on drinking.

You couldn’t believe your own brothers would go on a hunt and forget all about your sweet 16. It was like they didn’t even care to remember their sisters birthday. No birthday text or call. Just getting left alone, exactly like your Dad used to do when he’d go on hunts. The tears started rolling down your face making you realise how much your childhood had actually scarred you. You took another swig hoping to find happiness at the bottom of the bottle.

Another couple of bottles later and you could barely make out the words on your phone screen when Dean called you. You somehow pressed the answer button and brought your phone to your ear.

“Yellow,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N! How are you doing? Thought we’d give you a little sleep in before we wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Dean spoke, Sam, joining him in the last part.

“Why did you leave me? Why does everyone leave me? You’re just like Dad.” You slurred down the phone concerning your brothers.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked concern evident in his voice.

“Why would I be okay? I have the worst brothers in the world. You forgot about me. You don’t love me,”

“Of course we love you! Have you been drinking?” Dean asked you scared.

“Just a couple,” You giggled, tripping over the array of glass bottles on the floor.

“I’m sending Cas over Y/N, we’ll be back as soon as we can,” Sam spoke.

“Don’t bother.” You muttered and hung up, flopping back onto the couch, feeling dizzy and upset.

When Cas walked into the bunker it stank of booze and vomit. He saw a pile of vomit next to the sofa and a large array of beer bottles slewn around the kitchen and living room. He walked around wondering where you were when he heard you retching from the toilet. He shook his head and followed the sound to your ensuite.

“Oh Y/N, let’s get you to bed.” He muttered, rubbing your back and tieing your hair back from your face with a nearby bobble.

Cas carried you to your room and laid you down sideways in your bed. He left a bucket beneath your head and sat with you until you drifted off to sleep.

“Thank you for caring Cas.” You muttered in half-consciousness. “You’re the only one who does.”

When you were woken up the third time that day it was to Dean shouting your name throughout the bunker.

“Y/N what the hell were you thinking? You’re 16 for christ's sake!” He screamed as he came into your room.

“Dean be quiet.” You groaned, holding your head.

“Dean she’ll have a killer hangover,” Sam tried to reason, looking at you with guilt and sympathy.

“I don’t care, you drank the equivalent of two fridges of beers in a few hours and what because we went on a hunt?”

“You left me on my fucking birthday. Just like Dad used to do.” You shouted back seeing the hurt flash across his face.

“Bobby needed us, Y/N.” Sam tried to reason.

“Yeah and so did I! What there are no more hunters that can do his bidding? I needed you more, what part of that do you not get? I’m your fucking sister. Flesh and blood. BLOOD, DEAN, BLOOD.”

“We’re sorry Y/N, we didn’t think.” Dean tried, a guilty look on his face.

“No, you never do! Now get out of my room. I need to sleep this off.” You groaned and got up to push them out.

“Sorry Y/N, I really am.” Sam smiled sadly at you.

“Yeah me too, next time think of me, won’t ya?” You smiled sarcastically and slammed the door in their faces.

You climbed back into bed and cried in a ball until you fell back asleep, your head banging and your stomach churning. You needed to sleep this off.

For the fourth time that day you were awoken but this time to knocking on your door.

“What do you want?” You groaned, turning to face the door.

Dean opened the door holding a pizza with 16 candles in and Sam with a bowl full of popcorn and movies in his other hand. They sang happy birthday and put the food down on your bed allowing you to blow out your candles.

“We’re sorry we went on the hunt. We were stupid and didn’t think. We should’ve put you first and we’ll never do it again.” Sam explained sadly, you nodded but looked at Dean for confirmation.

“Pinky.” He promised, holding it up to you. You grabbed it and smiled.

“Okay, I guess I can forgive you if you help me get rid of this awful hangover.” You laughed taking a slice of pizza and pulling your brothers into bed.

Dean pulled you into his chest for a cuddle and kissed your forehead.

“We may have done wrong but you can’t find the answer to your problems at the bottom of a bottle. We ain’t doing that anymore in this family you hear? And you’re 16, not 21, leave off it a couple more years, yeah?”

“You can hardly talk you were drinking at 14,” Sam laughed, making you giggle.

“Hey do as I say not as I do.” He smirked, hugging you tighter.

“As long as you know we love you, no matter where we are or what we're doing. If we leave for a job that doesn’t change. You hear me?” Sam spoke, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Got it. Love you guys.”

“We love you too.”

“Now where’s my car?”

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officially-tonynat-shrine · 6 years ago

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Your Idiot (Sam Wilson x Reader)

A/N: Hello, beautiful people and welcome to another episode of Pavi tries too hard. Guys, I've never been so proud of something but here we are, my second one shot and I'm feeling all sorts of emotions. Fkshja, if you are still reading this then tHaNK yOu for staying. This is for @writingcroissant Tori's challenge, which was due like 20 days ago!!!!!!

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Words: 963 // Warnings: one swear, that's it. I swear.

Prompt: Don't get up! I'll do it. (Prompt will be in bold)

Summary: Sam is an adamant twat and he always wins.

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The gentle sunlight streamed into the room through the open window just as Sam entered. He halted at the door, taking in the view in front of him. The bedroom looked quite ordinary. Nothing out of the blue. His eyes wandered around the room and decided to stop, as always, on you. Sleeping on the king sized bed just below the window, you looked at peace. Beautiful when at peace, is what everyone told you. Never had once Sam agreed. For him, you were always a goddess. Heavenly, he would argue.

A small smile graced his features as he leaned on the door, hands crossed. He did not move. Not even when you stirred in your sleep and unknowingly faced him.

Natasha said he was whipped. But Sam, being the romantic he was, would always correct her. He was in love.

His eyes sparkled as he traced your movements. The small smile turned into a smirk. He walked in and sat beside you, the bed dipping in. He closed his eyes and taking your hand in his, he kissed it softly. He opened his eyes and softly tucked some stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Are you going to speak or are you going to stay like that?"

He squeaked as you raspily spoke.

"Woman, you're going to be the death of me." He mocks a gasp and places a hand over his heart. The other hand, you notice. One is still holding yours. You giggle sheepishly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Quite good, now. I'll be up and about in a few hours." You smirk at the thought of finally being able to run around the Tower wrecking havoc again. Bed-rest sucked.

Sam frowned a bit.

"Are you sure, darlin'?" He whispered sweetly.

You broke eye contact with him trying to focus. God, two years together and you still stuttered around him.

"Sweetheart?" His voice broke your reverie.

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. I'm pretty sure. Why are you asking?"

"Your wounds, they're not yet fully healed are they?"

How can he even scrunch his eyebrows so much?! Moreover, how the fuck does he look so goddamn cute?!

You shook your head, trying to concentrate.

"They aren't, but they'll be soon. Don't worry, Sam."

"Baby, you of all people should know that I'm more of a mother-hen than Mr. Righteous Steven."

You snorted at his jab on Steve. Yawning a bit, you get up and stretch.

"It's okay, honey. I'll be fine." You smile at him and remove the blanket covering you.

Honey. He was your honey. You had always called him honey. And it always muddled his brain. He'd probably stop eating hot dogs if it meant that you'll call him honey while smiling that breathtaking smile.

"No. No, no, no, no. No. You're still not recovered properly. You ain't getting up from here." He placed a hand on your shoulder and another on your waist and pushed you gently back into the bed.

"But Sam," you whined, stretching the 'a', "Helen told me I'm okay to move."

"Absolutely not. I want my queen to be hundred percent healed."

"Sam," you hissed trying to hide your giddy smile. How the fuck were you supposed to argue with such a smooth talker?

"Alright, let's negotiate."

You stared at him. You knew the look on his face. He was certainly up to something.

"Sam, whatever tricks you have up your sleeves you better leave them there." You warned him.

He smirked. That little shit actually smirked.

"Don't tell me you are afraid to negotiate, princess."

"You damn well know that I don't back down from a challenge, Wilson." You growled.

He stared at you with that stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Sam knew that you'd do anything to wipe that grin off his face. Any minute now.

"Fine," you pouted. Crossing your arms you leaned further into your pillow. "What do you propose?"

"Well, I have two things in my mind but let's just go with the first one. It's easier."

You beckoned him to continue.

"Do twenty push ups."

"What?!"

"You heard me, honey."

"But babe, I am still recovering! I'll pull a muscle!"

He knew that your back and legs were badly hurt during the mission. If he made you do push ups it'll- Oh, that little twat.

Sam was outright grinning. You knew what was coming.

"Ah, see. You said it yourself. You are still recovering. So no getting up."

You grumbled. Poking your tongue out you looked away.

"Ah, come on, baby. You know I hate it when you're angry at me." Sam coaxed.

When he got no reply he climbed on the bed and moved closer to you.

Snaking his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to him. He rested his head in the crook of your neck.

"Babygirl?" He whispered. "Come on, love. I just want to see you hurt again. Lord knows I almost had a heart attack during the mission."

You sighed as he peppered kisses on your neck. He snuggled closer (if that was possible at all) and kissed your cheek.

"Sunshine?"

You swore that at that moment you'd found your bliss. This was it. He had you surrendered to his charms just as much as you had him wrapped around your fingers.

"Okay, but!-" you stopped him from rejoicing, "only for today. Tomorrow, I am going to run around the Tower."

"As you wish, princess. If you want help in something, just call for me. Don't get up. I'll do it."

He gave you one last kiss before getting out of the bed.

"I'll be back with pancakes." He sang and strutted out of your room. You shook your head at his antics. You were so in love with your idiot.

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Edit: I'm tagging @irndad bc she had posted something abt wanting to write a Sam fic and my dumb ass thought that it was a Sam Wilson fic (it was actually abt a Sam Winchester fic, girl pls write it) but I'm a hoe so imma tag her. God I'm sweating rn. Thanks for reading the whole thing @irndad idk how you read it. I'm really nervous, god.

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson one shot #marvel one shot #tori2k #your idiot

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personagf-moved · 6 years ago

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alphabet & soft questions ✨

I was tagged by my bb’s @prksjmiin (alphabet ask) and @joonieblossoms (soft ask) and i didn’t want to make two separate posts so im gonna apologize in advance bc i decided to stick both posts together :’) dkdkkdkd yall aint gotta read everything but if u do ily and im sorry i write novels on novels dlfksdkf

i’ll tag @koyasdad, @1ovegf, @joonlit, @sleepyyyoongs, @constellationstars and @capgi 💘

honestly feel free to do either one or both or none if u want dkkdkdkd i just wanted to tag u guys bc ily

Alphabet ask:

a // age: 21

b // birthplace: new jersey!

c // current time: 1:17 am

d // drink you had last: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my brother when he isnt being an absolute fool

f // favorite songs:

aint it fun - paramore

trivia love

honey - kehlani

abbey - mitski

moonlight - ariana grande

g // grossest memory: i was in the city one time and a bird shit on my forehead. i think about it at least twice a week

h // horror yes or horror no: H O R R O R Y E S B A B E E E Y Y Y Y Y Y Y im the absolute worst person i’ll dead ass watch a scary movie/video or read horror stories by myself just bc.

i // in love: with my whole ass soulmate namjoon. i luv u string bean man

j // jealous of people: im not even gonna try to lie i am a very jealous person and i am so sorry about it but i really cant help it lmfao. blame my scorpio venus i guess

k // kids of your own someday: when i say i have been thinking about this everyday.........! i wanna have it all i want the kids the white picket fence the dream house everything. i cant wait to be a mommy one day and love n support my bb’s :’)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: we a whole ass fool on main and believe in love at first sight!!!! i really do believe soulmates are a true thing and if a love is destined to be across an infinite span of lifetimes and universes then it will always find its way back. when you know, you know, and i genuinely believe that.

m // middle name: padilla

n // number of siblings: 1 older brother, 1 half brother (older), and 1 half sister (older)

o // one wish: to find true love

p // person you last called: my manager bc i had a work question lol

q // question you’re always asked: “why are you like this” (usually friends @ me when i wild out...which is like everyday), “are you mad?”, “how old are you REALLY?”, “how’s your brother?” (bc he ghosts all family n i have to speak on his behalf like always fsdfjksdf)

r // random fact about you: i once used a horrible bootleg copy of the force awakens to make a star wars crack video dubbing the part in shrek when he first meets donkey over the scene when rey first met bb-8 and it went viral and has like 200,000 notes and even had articles written about it. also i had a weird fascination with jar jar binks and danny devito when i was in high school and i had a habit of making either one of them my icon on school accounts so i could make people laugh when they emailed me or saw me in a word document skfkkkfkf

s // song you last sang: “abbey” by mitski :’(

t // time you woke up: exactly 10 this morning and it was weird bc i picked up my phone and it had JUST turned 10 when i looked i was so shook lol

u // underwear colour: she be black

v // vacation destination: paris bc im a basic bitch :’) also japan/all asian countries. i wanna connect with my roots more :/

w // worst habit: yeeting the fuck outta people’s lives when i think they’re getting too close/when i get overwhelmed. im sorry im a flighty bitch @ anyone i’ve ever ghosted :( i love anyone who’s ever tried to talk to me and its never ur fault, i just get the urge to escape sometimes and i’m trying to fix it

x // x-rays: omg @ tori dead ass me too tho, i had x-rays when i broke my arm when i was around 6 :o

y // your favorite food: my mom’s spaghetti! and sushi. also i love any and all filipino food but specifically i like nilaga and kare-kare oooo baby

z // zodiac sign: we’re a proud libra sun

Soft ask:

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

we got them fruity scents up in here we keep that shit smellin like a goddamn strawberry field take a fuckin whiff babes

What’s your aesthetic?

the moon and stars, soft pink and purple sunsets with a burning red on the horizon, sunrises as well, paintings and generally all art revolving around flowers and the celestial, pretty pastel pink and yellow, the sound and smell of rain falling against the window while being curled up in bed uwu

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

lately it’s been night time. i generally get more creative and feel more at home during the night. i miss being a morning person tho.

What do you most like about the beach?

not a lot fklsjdjfkslkdflksdlkf i usually only go to get a tan and walk the boardwalk with my friends, but if i had it my way i would never step foot in the ocean for the rest of my life sdjdjdjdjsj we dont trust her!!!!!!!!!

What do you worry about constantly?

when i’m gonna figure out what i wanna do with my life lol. i took a year off to think about it but all i ended up doing was working myself to exhaustion and getting comfy in a work only mindset and now i’m only even more confused about what i want to pursue. i’m just glad im going to chicago next week because i feel like a change of setting for even just a week could give me a much needed reset on my mindset going into the next year. i worry about the future but the problem is i worry about the present too lol. oh well, we’ll figure it out!

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

oh boy...

trivia love

moonchild

first love

she used to be mine - waitress soundtrack

20 something - sza

26 - paramore

the letter - kehlani

landslide - fleetwood mac

when you see my friends - mayday parade

and many........many many more...... skskskks music is my main emotional outlet so naturally im gonna cry over anything that reflects my heart

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

as The World’s Number One Most Stressed Out Human Being™️ i am definitely in no way fit to give advice on how to relax LMFAO

but i guess something that always works for me is putting on music i KNOW will make me sing a long or make me happy to distract me from the nerves i’m feeling. also putting on my favorite comfort movies to make me feel better (they’re big fish, scott pilgrim vs the world, and spirited away btw lol)

What are some things that make you tear up?

the ending of coco, seeing my mom cry, or anyone i love cry tbh, when children are neglected/abused, thinking about the world i’ll have to bring my future children into and how i’m going to be able to teach them to stay strong and bright in the face of it, lyrics that hit too close to home, absolutely anything tbh i cry easy

What is your favorite from each sense?

sight - the view of my cherry blossom tree against a pink sunset in the spring of my childhood home, a person’s eyes and how they light up when they smile, especially when they crinkle as they laugh

smell - the earth after rain, a forest in autumn

taste - my mom’s cooking, good coffee on an early morning

sound - beautiful melodies and harmonies to accompany them, a baby cooing, birds chirping at sunrise

touch - my pillow when its nice and cool, a cat’s tummy, a baby’s cheeks, fingers running through my hair

What is an alternative reality you’d like to live in?

one where im married to namjoon n we have a lot of smart musical prodigy babies who have his dopey smile and i live comfortably in our big ass home in korea where i raise our babies n get that good pipe down every night like i should

jk i wanna live in a reality where magic is real and i can cast spells and live my best life as the true witch that i am

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

for starters im ugly as shit so theres one

if we mean practically then i have really bad knees and i recently busted them again so its been really hard getting up and down stairs lately and bending over

but idk theres not really much. emotionally i just tend to get withdrawn and timid in public so it can be hard for me to speak up when i go out

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

unfortunately i haven’t read as many books lately as i did when i was younger...so a lot of my memories are from books that i read like as a kid lol......THAT BEING SAID i think rue and finnick’s death in the hunger games was truly heartbreaking to read, the spine of my copies of both books have cracks on those pages bc i had to read it several times just to really believe it. also i thought it was written so heart wrenchingly well that i had to go back. also in looking for alaska when pudge, a man who loved to know people’s last words, realized that he would never know alaska’s last words. im also really thankful for that book bc it introduced me to wh auden’s poetry and to this day he’s still one of my favorite poets of all time.

Say something to your followers:

thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for following me and for some reason deciding to stay after how many times i act up on the daily. all jokes aside i really appreciate every single one of you no matter the number and i sincerely hope that you always have love and joy in your heart and that 2019 treats you well. i HONESTLY mean it when i say that i am always here if you guys want to talk or send me things or roast me or talk shit seriously i wanna hear it all and talk about it all i think all of you are so interesting and so beautiful and i’d love to get to know more about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! yeet!

#this is soooo long im so sorry oh my god

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nobodysuspectsthebutterfly · 6 years ago

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hi! I just went on to Elinor Tyrell’s asoiaf page and it describes her as being Margaery’s ‘pillow friend’, do you know if it literally means just friends? or if it means something else bc I know that Cersei seems to think that Margaery keeps handmaidens so she can sleep with them. Margaery doesn’t seem to be straight but I’m not sure if she keeps handmaidens around to sleep with them

oh, that’s an odd phrasing on the wiki… strange that it’s managed to stick through multiple edits… will have to fix that… but anyway! Elinor Tyrell is more than just her cousin Margaery’s friend, but that term “pillow friend” is wrong, possibly from a weird translation of ASOIAF. The actual term is “bedmaid”, or “lady-in-waiting”. And yeah, Margaery sleeps with her bedmaids, but not sexually.*

The cousins took Sansa into their company as if they had known her all their lives. They spent long afternoons doing needlework and talking over lemon cakes and honeyed wine, played at tiles of an evening, sang together in the castle sept… and often one or two of them would be chosen to share Margaery’s bed, where they would whisper half the night away. –ASOS, Sansa II

“Margaery oft shares her blankets with her cousins. They sing and play games and whisper secrets to each other when the candles are snuffed out.” –AFFC, Cersei III

“Two of her ladies share her bed, different ones every night. Two others bring her breakfast and help her dress. She prays with her septa, reads with her cousin Elinor, sings with her cousin Alla, sews with her cousin Megga. When she’s not off hawking with Janna Fossoway and Merry Crane, she’s playing come-into-my-castle with that little Bulwer girl.” –AFFC, Cersei V

The thing about the term “bedmaid” though, is that pre-AFFC, GRRM almost always used it to mean merely a low-born servant, a handmaid, someone whose job it is to serve a noblewoman personally – dress her, make her bed, and such. But somewhere between writing ASOS and AFFC, the term got mixed up with the medieval job of a lady-in-waiting, a nobleborn woman who was a companion to a higher-ranking noblewoman, and whose job also often included services like dressing their lady, though not menial tasks. (See @joannalannister’s lovely meta for more.) The term also got blended with the “companionably sleep in the bed of their lady” jobs of Margaery’s cousins, which is also something ladies-in-waiting in our world did, though the position was called a “bedfellow”. I suspect this may be due to historical research GRRM did for AFFC (note his tendency to use archaic words such as “nuncle” also greatly increases for that book), though we can first see the concept in the Dunk and Egg story published between ASOS and AFFC:

“I was asleep in my bed last night, with my ladies all around me.” –The Sworn Sword

Anyway, by AFFC, “bedmaid” definitely means a nobleborn woman who sleeps in the bed of an unmarried or widowed noblewoman, and it’s used often in that book and thereafter:

Though Cersei often slept alone, she had never liked it. Her oldest memories were of sharing a bed with Jaime, when they had still been so young that no one could tell the two of them apart. Later, after they were separated, she’d had a string of bedmaids and companions, most of them girls of an age with her, the daughters of her father’s household knights and bannermen. None had pleased her, and few lasted very long. Little sneaks, the lot of them. Vapid, weepy creatures, always telling tales and trying to worm their way between me and Jaime. Still, there had been nights deep within the black bowels of the Rock when she had welcomed their warmth beside her. An empty bed was a cold bed.Here most of all. There were chills in this room, and her wretched royal husband had died beneath this canopy. Robert Baratheon, the First of His Name, may there never be a second. A dim, drunken brute of a man. Let him weep in hell. Taena warmed the bed as well as Robert ever had, and never tried to force Cersei’s legs apart. Of late she had shared the queen’s bed more often than Lord Merryweather’s. Orton did not seem to mind… or if he did, he knew better than to say so.

–AFFC, Cersei VII

“We have apartments prepared for all of you,” she told Alayne, “but if you like you may share my bed tonight. It’s large enough for four.”“I should be honored, my lady.”“Randa. Count yourself fortunate that I’m so tired. All I want to do is curl up and go to sleep. Usually when ladies share my bed they have to pay a pillow tax and tell me all about the wicked things they’ve done.”“What if they haven’t done any wicked things?”“Why, then they must confess all the wicked things they want to do. Not you, of course. I can see how virtuous you are just by looking at those rosy cheeks and big blue eyes of yours.” She yawned again. “I hope your feet are warm. I do hate bedmaids with cold feet.”

–AFFC, Alayne II

“In place of her former ladies-in-waiting, [Cersei] will henceforth be attended by a septa and three novices selected by the High Septon.”[…]The meal was served by three novices, well-scrubbed girls of good birth between the ages of twelve and sixteen. In their soft white woolens, each seemed more innocent and unworldly than the last, yet the High Septon had insisted that no girl spend more than seven days in the queen’s service, lest Cersei corrupt her. They tended the queen’s wardrobe, drew her bath, poured her wine, changed her bedclothes of a morning. One shared the queen’s bed every night, to ascertain she had no other company; the other two slept in an adjoining chamber with the septa who looked over them.

–ADWD, Epilogue

Regarding the question of Margaery’s sexuality, that’s… almost nonexistent in the books (compared with the show). There is one point where Cersei wonders if Margaery likes ladies the way Loras likes men, but that’s literally it. I personally wouldn’t use Cersei’s idle homophobia and desire for poisonous gossip as any kind of source, but I’m sure people have other reasons for their headcanons.

*Noblewomen that we know have sexually slept with their ladies: Cersei, with her companion Taena, working out her post-Robert sexual trauma and other sex/gender issues. Dany, with her handmaid Irri, initially when Irri caught her masturbating and finished the job; and few times thereafter when needing sexual relief, though she finds it uncomfortable the way Irri’s kisses “taste of duty” despite her being very willing to please her khaleesi. [edit to add post-F&B: And historically, there was Rhaena Targaryen, and her many female “favorites” (of which some were definitely sexual partners, but others may just have been friends.) There was also Saera Targaryen, who had a sexual relationship with her favorites Alys Turnberry and Perianne Moore (and her male favorites as well).]

But re Margaery and her ladies, please recall Elinor and Megga and Alla are only about 13 or younger, Sansa’s age. Which wouldn’t always stop GRRM considering his age weirdness (though the fact that the girls’ hymens were found to be broken is almost certainly because of their frequent horse rides), but the logistics of two companions always sharing a bed with Margaery, plus the general busyness of the Tyrell party (that frustrated the Kettleblacks), plus the treatment of them as innocent girls playing girlish games… well anyway, yeah. Hope that helps!

edit: a little more about the source of “pillow friend”, sigh.

#ladysansa #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #margaery tyrell #elinor tyrell #ladies-in-waiting #bedmaids #handmaids #cersei lannister #taena of myr #daenerys targaryen #irri #rohanne webber #saera targaryen #rhaena targaryen #asoiaf worldbuilding #westeros laws and customs

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firethatgrewsolow · 7 years ago

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Mich and Rob - The Christmas Edition

**Hey there, I know you guys probably hate these little asides, but this one is compulsory. :-) The anon that sparked this vignette likely has no idea what they’ve done. Take your anti-nausea meds, bc this one’s over the top. It’s my wildest dream (not in a kinky way, don’t get excited lol). It breaks the barrier in terms of fluff, sentimentality, and downright ridiculousness, but I loved writing every single word. A Christmas fantasy … oh, and nsfw. PS - thank you @ladygrange for being so kind and patient. You are too good to be true. And thank you @waywaydowninside for your jewelry expertise!**

Michelle awoke to the quiet rattle of the glass panes beside the bed, her lips curving at what awaited her. A soft blanket of pearly white covered the ground, and more was gently falling, swirling in the breeze. Mindful that Robert was still asleep, she slowly eased onto her side, poring over the scene. Bella will be so happy. It was exactly the Christmas they’d hoped for, snowy, idyllic, like a fairy tale or a Norman Rockwell painting. Except I’m in Wales now, she mused contentedly. The day was reserved for just the three of them, as Robert’s family had left the previous evening, and Melody’s brood wasn’t due until the following afternoon. Michelle relished the idea of a handful of peaceful hours and perhaps a visitor or two, as the neighbors were wont to do. The calm before the storm. Her gaze returned to the endless flakes dancing this way and that. It was like a fairy tale, but then so was everything else.

Robert admired the arc of her waist, resisting the temptation to trace it with his finger. Her silhouette was so beautiful in the muted morning light as she watched her white Christmas unfold. A rare event, to be sure, but he couldn’t imagine it any other way. He slid behind her, pulling her into him as he wrapped his arms around her. “Happy Christmas, love. Or should I say Merry?” he teased, kissing the spot below her ear that he knew she loved.

Michelle smiled at the comfort of his warmth. “No, happy it is. That’s the right way to say it, isn’t it?”

“Ah, yes, you’re one of us now. Down to the proper surname.” He caressed her cheek, pecking the tip of her nose. “I knew you’d cave eventually.”

“Oh, really? Did you?” she asked, lifting a brow.

Robert cocked his head. “Yeah, I did.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“You’re right,” he admitted with a snicker. “And you waited bloody long enough to.”

Michelle ran her fingers through the curls that were dusting his shoulder, taking in the lines of his impossibly handsome face. The swell in her chest was nearly too much. “I love you. Everything about you.”

Robert brushed his lips across hers, words not adequate to relay the depth of what was in his heart. His was a charmed life, and he knew it, but he couldn’t escape the sliver of insecurity. What did he ever do to deserve her perfect devotion? And the angelic little girl that he loved so much. Christ. He swallowed back the tightness in his throat, conjuring the closest thing he could find to the truth. “I am the luckiest man that ever lived.” He carefully coaxed her on her back, cradling her face as he kissed her again. Her legs parted, instinctively folding around his waist as she clutched his shoulders. Their kiss deepened, and she arched against him, his body immediately responding. He sighed as he positioned himself, her sweet heat slowly enveloping him. “Oh, baby, I love you so much. You feel so …” He froze at the tapping on the door, expelling a tense breath as a tiny voice called out to them. “Bloody hell, she’s got impeccable timing.”

“So she does,” Michelle replied, chuckling. “I’m coming, Bella. Give me a second.” She tried to wriggle out from underneath him, but he caught her.

“You know, um, if Bella had a brother or a sister, she’d stay more … occupied.”

“Not that again.” Michelle swatted his arm. “Get off of me.”

“Just a thought, you know.” He gave her a little grin, releasing her.

The house was chilly from the long winter night, and Robert set about lighting a fire in the main living area. He smiled blissfully at Annabelle’s persistent prattle as she trailed behind him, speculating about her presents and when she could open them. Logs finally blazing, he snapped on the radio, plopping down on the broad sofa across from the hearth. He helped himself to a few of the biscuits that Michelle had laid out on the tea table, his eyes sweeping over their bountiful tree. It was draped in a wild mish-mash of delicate, glittering ornaments, coupled with popcorn strands and popsicle stick art buried in gold and silver tinsel. Three crayon drawings of Strider in Santa hats completed the picture. It was perfection.

“Can I open them now?” Bella posed in front of him with a pout, hands on hips, her scowl looking just like her mother’s. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

Robert patted the top of his thigh. “We’ve only been awake for an hour or so, darlin’. That’s hardly all day.” He hoisted her up as she climbed onto his lap. “Besides, your mum gets the final call on the day’s festivities.”

“What’s festivy?”

Amused, he kissed her cheek. “Fes-tiv-i-ty. It means, ah, having a good time. Sort of like a party.”

“Like a birthday party?”

“Exactly.” Robert breathed in deeply, having fallen under the spell of the magic mix of charred wood and spicy evergreen wafting through the room. He peered across the mantle, inspecting the array of stuffed stockings one by one. Four of them. One for each member of the family, including Strider, naturally. He gazed back to the majestic Nordmann Fir, holding Annabelle just a little bit tighter. The moment was precious and pure, and he never wanted to forget it. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the scents and sounds as Ray Charles sang about Georgia.

Michelle poured some tea, going over the items she’d laid out on the kitchen counter. They weren’t going to have a large late afternoon meal, as they’d had countless the previous few days with family. Instead, she was trying her hand at a traditional English breakfast, complete with a few Welsh additions. She warily cased the laver cakes, unconvinced that local seaweed would be delectable, but Robert had insisted. Welshman’s caviar, he’d called it, borrowing a quote from his beloved Richard Burton. She snickered, recalling his near flawless mimicry of the actor’s famous baritone. Deciding breakfast could wait, she exchanged her tea for something more spirited, puzzled by the quiet in the air. The soft hum of chatter was conspicuously absent, the only noise being the music from the radio and errant pop of the fire in the living room. Pouring a second glass of champagne for Robert, Michelle made her way there.

She spied them at once, savoring the cozy tableau. Robert had fallen asleep, and Bella lay still and nestled onto his chest, with Strider at their feet. She recorded the scene, enchanted. How lucky they were. A million to one chance that any of it would have ever happened, and yet it did. She didn’t necessarily believe in fate, but moments like this made her second guess herself. The collie lifted his head at her perusal, the tinkle of the collar Annabelle had gifted him, and that Michelle was quite sure he loathed, waking the little girl. “Are you ready, Bella?” Squealing, the child careened off her perch, racing to the stacks of brightly colored boxes sprinkled around the base of the tree.

Robert opened one eye, his mouth turning up. “I guess that’s a yes,” he said drowsily as Annabelle ransacked her treasure trove.

The afternoon passed by like lightning, fueled by an unlikely visit from the Bonham clan, as well as more than a few neighbors. It was an uproarious, happy day full of good cheer and questionable sweaters. Laughs abounded, but Michelle had to admit she felt a little grateful as the last guest made their exit. She dropped onto the couch as Robert shut the door, appraising the space, which was in shambles. Scraps of wrapping paper and Christmas crackers were strewn about, and toys littered the room. The adult versions did, too, in the form of various flutes and goblets, most empty or close to it. She glanced at the clock on the mantle, dismayed to find that it was much later than she thought. The idea of cleaning up became a bit too daunting, and, instead, she snuggled next to Robert, who’d joined her on the sofa. “Nice hat.”

“Oh, is it still on?” His hand glided to the top of his head, straightening the thin paper crown. “Not a good look?”

“So regal.”

“You’d better be nice, or you’ll move to the naughty list.” The singer drummed his fingers on the pillow beside him. “You know, on second thought, that doesn’t sound …”

Michelle quickly cleared her throat. “Bella and I have one more thing for you.”

“Really? To what do I owe the honor?”

“At the moment, I really couldn’t tell you.”

“Very cheeky. I like it. As it happens, I have one more thing for each of you, as well.” He leaned into her ear with a tipsy whisper, “Although yours is for a bit later this evening.”

“I can only imagine.” Michelle rolled her eyes, padding to the tree. “We’ll go first.” She rifled through the mounds of crumpled paper until she found a small box, which she handed to Annabelle. “Give that to your dad.” She lowered her voice, “It’s the thing you picked out for him.” Bella took the package, presenting it proudly to Robert.

“Well, what’s this? It’s not a new sled, is it?” He flipped the gift over, shaking it mightily as the little girl laughed. “I suppose not. Hmm, is it a puppy?” He grinned as Bella giggled again. “No?” His grin grew as she shook her head. “Well, then, let’s find out what it is.” He slowly tore off the paper and opened the box. In it, lay a long, thin chain. He lifted it up, the lightning bolt pendant catching a glimmer from the light of the fire. “Oh, Bella, I love it. It’s exactly what I wanted.” He swung the rope back and forth, finally catching the pendant in the palm of his hand. “Thank you, honey. Come here.” He held out his arms, giving her a gentle hug and kissing the top of her head. “Now, your turn.”

Robert fetched a large package from behind the tree, and Bella ripped through the paper like a child possessed. Michelle gasped as she plucked her doll from the box. It was the one he’d purchased for her on their last trip to Montreux. How he’d kept it a secret, Michelle would never know. The thought that he’d patiently kept it hidden until Christmas made her fall that much more in love with him. She glanced back to Bella, noting her downtrodden expression. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you like your new doll?” Nodding, Annabelle picked up the tiny figure, holding it close to her chest. “Why do you seem so sad?”

“Jason got a baby sister for Christmas.”

Michelle exchanged a look with Robert. “Well, that’s kind of true. He does have a new baby sister, although I’m not quite sure it was a Christmas present.”

“But that’s what he said,” Bella replied, her brow wrinkling. “If he got a baby sister, why can’t I have a baby brother?”

Michelle stole another peek at Robert. Highly suspect. “It doesn’t exactly work like that.”

“Then how do babies get here? If they don’t come for Christmas?”

“Well, honey, your, um … dad will explain it to you as he puts you to bed.” Robert cut his eyes at her, and she shrugged. “After all, I’ve got to straighten up down here.”

Robert closed the bedroom door behind him, kicking off his boots. “Well, that was fun. Thanks for the desertion.” He tugged his sweater over his head, tossing it onto the floor as he made his way to the bed.

“How’d it go? Did you tell her all about the birds and the bees?”

“Not exactly. She did get a pretty good run down on delivery by stork, though.” He drew back the covers, his dimple deepening. “Ooh, I see you found the present.”

Michelle ran her hand along the silky camisole of the nightgown. “How could I miss it? It wasn’t even wrapped.”

“It’s really my present, anyway.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He eased next to her, toying with the wide, crimson package at her side. “You, uh, said you had something else for me?”

She snapped up the box. “Maybe you don’t deserve it. Maybe you’re on the naughty list.”

“That’s okay with me.” He busied himself with the buttons of her cami, beaming as she slapped him away.

“Good God, you’re insatiable. Here.”

Robert plucked the gift from her hand, peeling back the paper. He began his retort, stilling as he lifted the top. His gaze traveled over the thick, silver links of the necklace that lay inside. They were sort of rectangular with dark turquoise inlay, and very familiar. He picked up the chain, surprised by how heavy it felt in his hand. You know this. But from where?

“Are you okay?” Michelle asked, jarred by his silence. “Do you not like it?”

“No, I mean, yes, I like it. It’s fantastic. I just think I’ve seen it before.”

“Well, that’s a traditional inlay, probably Hopi. You have other jewelry like it.”

“I don’t know.” Robert tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. “Where did it come from?”

“Well, believe it or not, that crazy little shop in Dallas. Do you remember the place?”

“Christ, that’s it. I saw it there when I was with … when did you get it?”

“A few years ago. That summer in 73.”

“And you kept it this whole time,” he replied quietly, the memories flooding back to him.

“It felt like you, like a piece of you.” Michelle glanced away, awash in memories of her own. “I’d always hoped I could give it to you.”

“I love it.” Robert studied her features, illuminated by the blush glow from the lamp on the bedside table. “And I love you.” He cupped her chin, giving her a gentle kiss. “You and Bella, my most precious treasures.”

“Did you put her up to all that baby brother stuff?”

Robert shook his head, placing the necklace back in the box and setting it on the table. “Surprisingly, I did not.” He skimmed her thigh with his palm. “But I would have had I thought about it.” He continued across the peak of her hip, tentatively resting on the soft swell of her tummy. “She was right there, yeah?”

“She was,” Michelle replied, her mouth curving. His splayed hand was warm across her belly.

“It’s incredible,” he whispered, marveling at the mystery of it all. “Did it hurt? When you had her?”

“Yes. Babies are big, well, compared to … some things.” She smiled at the attempt at humor, but he didn’t smile back.

“I’m sorry, Belle. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, that you had to do it all alone.” Robert swallowed, looking into her eyes. “But I’m going to be there for the next one. Every step of the way.” She shifted, her eyes widening as he nodded. “Yes. The next one. The one I’m going to give to you this very night.” She opened her mouth to respond, and he shook his head. “No, please, let me finish. I want to watch your body change, feel a little kick for the first time, all of it. It’s amazing, and I want to experience it with you.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“Say that we’re going to do it. For Bella’s sake, if nothing else.”

“For Bella’s sake, right.” Michelle quelled her amusement. “Robert, I don’t think you …”

“Listen, I make the rules in this house. Well, when you’re not making them, I mean,” he added hastily, sheepishly nibbling his lip. “Baby, I love you. And I can’t stop making love to you. And it seems to happen when we do …” he trailed off, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “So, there it is, darlin’. It shall be done. Tonight. A Christmas conception,” he chimed with what he hoped was his most seductive smirk. “Hey, that’s got a pretty good ring to it, doesn’t it? Christ, just saying it is giving me a bloody …”

“Everything does. My God, you talk too much.” She yanked his head down, grabbing a fistfull of hair as their mouths collided. She could feel his arousal through his jeans, and he grunted as she gave him a not so subtle squeeze. She reached for the buckle of his belt, but he was already there, rolling onto his side to dispense with unnecessary garments, which were all of them. As the pants tumbled onto the floor, she straddled him. “Did you lock the door?”

“Shit, I can’t remember.”

She pressed against him, delighting in the hard length underneath her and large hands encasing her hips and backside. “Fuck it.”

In a motion, Robert sat up, effortlessly flipping her over. “I want you like this. There are some things I’ve got to take care of.” His gaze roamed over her body, lingering on her breasts. “I need you very, very wet for what I have in mind.” Her nipples were deliciously erect, like they always seemed to be, and he captured one in his mouth through the thin, silk bodice, luxuriating in her little mewl. He nipped it, grinning as she jerked away.

“Ouch, that hurts! I’m sensitive!”

“You are, huh?” He slid the gown off and ran his tongue across the bud, flicking it lightly. “Would that be everywhere?” he asked devilishly as he inched down her tummy, savoring the soft flesh along the way. As he reached the top of her panties, he clasped the ties on either side, dispensing with the bows with a flourish. He parted her legs, transfixed. “Happy Christmas to me,” he purred, grazing his lips along the inside of her thigh. “Every time I come tonight … and I intend to do it a lot, honey …” He moved a little closer to her hot, wet center, delivering a kiss and then another, edging closer still. “It’s going to be deep, deep inside of you.” She gasped as he reached his destination, and he gave her a wicked smile. “Just to be sure, you know.”

Michelle trembled as he gently opened her, spreading wider as she felt the warmth of his tongue lashing her most delicate spot. She groaned as he did it again and again, her hand creeping into his hair. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop. Just like that.” She shimmied her hips to urge him on, crying out as he slipped a finger inside. She lifted her head, enthralled by the sight of him in between her legs, only to drop it as he slipped in a second.

There was a hum in the back of his throat as he found the other spot she loved so much. He kept a slow, steady rhythm against it as he licked and sucked, relishing the moaning, writhing mess he’d turned her into. “You taste so bloody good, darlin’. Let me feel you come.”

“Oh, my God, Robert, I …” Her legs shook as the tension escalated into a delirious spiral. She gripped the sheet as it wound tighter and tighter and tighter until she shattered, the rush of the release taking her breath away. She buckled into the bedding, her pulse racing. “Jesus Christ, how do you do that?”

“I think the better question is, how could I not?” Robert nuzzled the slick, tender skin. “You are … mmm, like a delicacy. Sometimes I wish I could share you.”

“No, you fucking don’t.”

“You’re right.” He crawled up the length of her body, framing her face with his forearms. “You’re all mine. To do with what I wish. And, tonight, I think you know exactly what that is.” He paused, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “I can’t explain the feeling I have, Michelle. It makes me crazy. It’s like …” He sighed, searching for the right words. “It’s like I have this need to do it, this urge that I can’t control. I never felt it before I met you, and I’ve never felt it with anybody else. Just you.”

His lips met hers, their tongues lazily entwining. Michelle could taste herself on him, the slightly sweet and salty mix of both of them. The kiss was languid and loving, but she knew what he needed, what they both did. She wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him as he entered her, the heady pressure giving her chills. She moaned as he glided deeper, taking his time, carefully filling her until she felt complete. They felt complete.

Robert broke the kiss, peering into her eyes and blinking back the moisture in his own. The thought of sparking something at the center of her very core was just … like nothing before. They’d made love hundreds of times, maybe more, but never like this. He’d always assumed he understood the primal nature of it, but, at that moment, he realized he’d never come close. It didn’t feel right. It was right. He kept his eyes on hers as he began to move, her beautiful, wet heat enveloping him. Fuck, everything about her was beautiful. Her face, her hair, the scent of her skin. She was perfect. They were perfect. He picked up his pace, breathing a little heavier, and her mouth dropped open as she closed her eyes. “No, don’t close your eyes. I want to see them when you come.” He pursed his lips, exhaling as he felt the tremor. “There it is. Christ, I love you so much.”

Michelle clutched at him, desperate for more as he started to move faster. She was so close. Again. God, the things he did to her, the things they did to each other. He grasped her wrists, pulling her arms above her head, thrusting hard, taking everything she had. Her breath caught, and she bit her lip as he tossed his head back, pushing gently against her wall. He swayed his hips back and forth, keeping sweet pressure inside and against the swollen, aching bud between her legs. Over and over … around and around. Their eyes stayed locked, neither looking away, not even for an instant. Then she felt it, something different, something deep. “Oh, Robert, I, this is, I don’t …” The words disappeared as he kissed her, tangling his fingers in her hair. Her whole body tingled, her muscles tensing. Fuck, she was right on the cusp, of what, she wasn’t sure, but she wanted it, that much she knew. She began to shudder, emitting something between a moan and a sob as she finally gave in to the mountain of current. She held him as tightly as she could, tears flooding her eyes as the blessed release ripped through her.

He’d never seen anything like it or felt anything like it, either. Her body was hot, hotter than it had ever been, and she was clenching him wildly. He kept her close, pressing right against her wall, exactly where he needed to be. With a groan, he let go, filling her again and again, as lost in her eyes as she was in his. He laid his forehead on hers, mesmerized by the power of their connection and the flame that they’d surely ignited. He didn’t know how long they stayed that way. Time ceased to matter.

Michelle brought her hands to the sides of his face, her brow lifting as she smiled. “What was that?”

“I’ve no fucking idea, but, Christ, I adore you.” Robert collapsed onto his back, drawing her into his chest. “I’ve never come like that before in my life. Bloody hell, if that didn’t do the trick then I don’t know what will.”

She ran her fingers through his damp curls, her smile broadening. “I’m not so sure.”

“You want to have another go at it, then? Not that I don’t already intend to.”

“It wouldn’t matter.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Robert snipped, frowning. “How would you bloody know, anyway?”

“A couple of reasons.” Michelle placed a kiss on the dimple of his chin. “One, women know these things.”

He rolled his eyes. “Bollocks.”

“And two, you already have. Done the trick, that is.”

Robert blinked as the understanding washed over him, for a moment, speechless. “Christ, almighty, are you saying …”

“Yes, I’m saying.”

He expelled a sharp breath. “Oh, baby, I don’t, I can’t …” His hand flew to her tummy. “What if we did something to hurt it?”

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that.”

“Bloody hell, woman, when were you going to tell me?”

“I tried to earlier, but, ah, you make the rules in the house, remember?” She chuckled at the wide, silly grin on his face. “Are you happy?”

“I’m not happy, Belle, I’m better than that. Fuck, I don’t know what I am,” he whispered, snickering. “Fucking giddy.”

“Me, too.”

Their eyes met, and Robert cupped her face. “I love you, Michelle. And Bella. And whoever else comes along.” He traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “And I will for the rest of my life.” He folded his arms around her as he lay his head back on the pillow, lost in the rush of a love he never knew existed.

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