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miraclecherryblossomsblog · 3 years ago

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NO THE WAY HE GETS ALL SHY ALL THE SUDDEN 😭😭😭😭💓💓💓💓💓💓

Shadow From The Window (Leonardo)

Imagine your scared of the dark and alone, but your sexy hero-in-the-half-shell comes to sleep at your side, after a long partol. Exausted, he forgets how easy you startle, and comforts you.

(SFW but blushy, leaning Fem!Reader/ but also gender-neutral, Bayverse Leo, no swearing, FLUFF, a lil spooky at the start but all sweet and completely handle-able. Its safe 💙)

(So, this is my first official post here and I'm so excited! First of all, HI EVERYONE! I'm so happy to have found my peoples and to be here uwu, I love you all. Hopefully, this brings you comfort to rest before bed, or in the middle of the night. Want me to do one for all the boys? Lemme know!💙)

I am writing this at 2-3 am, after imagining this scenario to comfort myself, settling down to rest. The thought of Leo hiding in the dark, makes the dark a lot less scary. (Tho I decided to write it instead of resting lol) LETS GET IT!

Its 3 am in your studio apartment.

You've been living in New York city for a while now, but its always been a hassle to fall asleep in your own place. That's been the hardest adjustment after leaving home... how scary it can be on your own. Truth be told, you're 'scared of the dark'. Not nescessarily scared of the darkness itself, but the shadows in the corner of the room... the random noises and things that go bump in the night... the mere thought in the back of your mind that something, as ridiculous as it sounds to others, will come and get you once your guard is down.

There you lied, stiff as a board on your back. The covers, pulled up to your neck, as you breathed in and out as silently as you could. Why did you still feel like you had to hide from monsters or bad guys in your own home? "Dang it, y/n..." you sighed, wiping the nervous cold sweat from your forehead, overheating internally from the anxiety.

"WHY... why did I have to watch that horror movie with Donnie?" You thought, internally shouting at yourself. "He said its not scary, that its 'too absurd to be plausible, and thus won't trigger a reaction of fear'. So much for a slow and steady introduction to the genre!"

You should have known when Raph said "Nope, I'm out." Donnie sat there the whole time, laughing at the movie at the scariest and most ill-timed moments... and you recall just glaring at him, teeth chattering, whispering to yourself:

"Yeah, he's cracked alright."

Just because something isn't scientifically proven, doesn't mean it can't happen... or hasn't happened, right?

"Ugh..." you groaned, curling your lips into a gremace, scared your groan was too loud amongst the unsettling silence. "I can't sleep with the lights on again..."

Glancing toward your phone, you noticed a blue light illuminate the screen, informing you that you got a new text. But that blue light... it instantly made you think of the blue-loving turtle you so dearly loved. The light of your life.

'Leo would protect me.'

Ah, that comforting reminder that you would feel so safe in your boyfriend's arms... if only he were here with you.

But... he wasn't. He was probably out on patrol, far away, and unable to come any time soon, even if he could.

"That's it." You said, taking and deep breath and mustering up all of your courage, throwing the covers off and dashing to the light switch.

*flick!* And... everything in the room was normal. It was comforting, but you scolded yourself for not accepting that everything was already secure, and nothing was lurking in the dark.

Everything was still, as you closed your curtains and lied back down in bed.

"Light on it is." You sighed, before the light suddenly flickered by itself.

"Oh crap-" you muttered, taking a gulp, as the power went out. "OH CRAP, ITS JUST LIKE THE MOVIE-"

Now, you felt screwed. You lied as still as possible, for what felt like forever, refusing to close your eyes. Dang it... DANG it!

Grabbing your phone light, you quickly tip-toed to the bathroom, trying to pee as fast as you could, so you could get back to your warm bed where it feels semi-safe.

As soon as you opened the bathroom door, you noticed your curtains flowing and twirling in the night wind. Street sounds from the never-sleeping city below echoed faintly through your widely-opened window.

"My window... is open?" You thought in horrified shock, examining your surroundings in the dark carefully.

You froze in your tracks, as your phone light turned itself off.

BATTERY TOO LOW TO USE FLASHLIGHT, PLEASE CHARGE.

A chill went down your spine, as you stood there in the center of everything, slowly backing to a corner, where you planned to crouch in the fetal position, so you could see all angles of the room for the rest of the night.

You took another step back, and another, before you bumped into a large mass, standing behind you.

'Not the wall...' your brain registered, feeling the heat of whomever or whatever this tall thing was, radiating against your back.

"Hello, beautiful~" A deep voice chuckled, startling you.

Jolting around, you saw a dark, tall shadow, looming before you.

The fear disoriented you, quickly rushing adrenaline through your body, as your fight or flight reacted. You quickly let out a shriek, chucking your dying phone at the shadow and darting quickly toward the window.

The shadow caught the phone instantly, with lightning fast reflex, as a large hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, gently yet firmly pulling you back into the room before you crawled out onto the fire escape.

"WHOA, hey hey! Y/N easy! Its okay." A gentle, farmiliar voice assured, gently pulling you around to face him. "Its just me!"

"L-let go!" You whimpered, still not realizing who it was. "P-please..."

"Hey, its me..." he softly whispered, as your breath began to steady, blinking a couple of times as his identity fully set in. "Shh, sh sh sh." He lulled.

"L-Leo?" You squeaked in disbelief.

The figure slowly leaned into the moonlight, casting over you from the open window, revealing his GORGEOUS, icy blue eyes. Those intense-yet-soft eyes... that you knew and loved more than anyone else's. That comforting, strong, lovingly soft gaze, that instantly reassured you that you were safe.

"Your aim is getting better," he softly chuckled, smirking with his adorable grin. Leo slowly slid your phone before you, onto the moonlit sheets, barely revealing his outstretched, chiseled, manly hands. "I'm so sorry I scared you, love. I didn't mean to... I would never on purpose..."

Leo's voice sounded composed, but also ashamed and regretful, as he became more serious to apologise. He always spoke so softly to you...

"Leo, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I-" you desparately assured, bursting into tears. "I-"

"Hey hey, I should have knocked, or called. I'm sorry I scared you, sweetheart. I thought I would suprise you in a good way, not startle you." He murmured, reaching his large hands out to gently grasp you, holding you in his arms.

"Oh... I'm so happy to see you!" You sighed, falling against him.

"Donnie felt bad about that scary movie, he told me about how scared you were and begged me to check on you." He whispered, with that composed, reassuring voice.

"Oh Leo... you really came." You whispered, sniffling back your tears.

"Of course, my love... I came straight here after patrol. I would have come sooner, but Raph was getting his shell handed to him by this big..." he hesitated, biting his lip.

"Leo?" You asked, wondering why he stopped.

"-You know what? It doesn't matter." He gently corrected, changing the subject.

"What? What was it?" You innocently asked, curling up against his warm, sculpted chest.

You could feel Leo's skin grow warmer with a blush, as he slowly and sweetly welcomed your embrace, holding you close.

"I'll tell you during daylight. Just... sweetie, I'll never let anything bad happen to you, as long as I live. You're safe, whether I'm near or far. Okay, sweetheart?" Leo promised with his deep innocent voice, planting a soft kiss against your forehead.

Suddenly, you heard a generator power on through your front door, and the power flicked back on.

You could at last see him. See his muscled arms around you, and the tails of his worn out blue mask resting against his chest, along side you. His plastron... rising and falling as he took in slow breaths.

Leo was so careful holding you in his arms... like you were this precious, tiny thing, that he adored with his entire existance.

"Hey, you... you there?" He muttered, growing increasingly bashful in his tension.

"I'm here." You gently assured with a smile, before pulling away to examine his handsome face.

Leonardo. Sexy, handsome, justly-confident, fierce leader. This fearless, giant turtle mutant, who was unlike anyone else in the world. His jaw clenched from sudden bashful nervousness, as his gaze shyed away from your eyes. Your stare always overwhelmed him... it was such an intimate thing to meet his eyes.

Leo cleared his throat, as he slowly reached out to your face, ever-so-carefully wiping away a tear from your cheek, watching intently and focusing as he did so.

Over cautiously gentle so he wouldn't risk hurting you with his strength.

"There we go..." he softly whispered in satisfaction, sighing with a relieved smirk.

"Can you..." you began, with every ounce of security and confidence you could muster. "Can you... stay? With me, all of tonight?"

You felt your cheeks blush intensely, blooming red, as Leo bit on his bottom lip. His eyes widened, as he fully realized your question.

"Y-yeah, o-of course I can..." Leo answered, all of a sudden a thousand times more innocent and adorable, intensely flattered and touched that you wanted him to stay at your side. "Uh... I'll... uh-" he began, moving back from kneeling on your bed before you, aimlessly pacing into your tiny kitchen.

Leo usually was so bold and certain, organized and authoritative, when he was on the move.

You recalled how you had seen first-hand how he can lay out the strategy of attack for the boys. He could be flipping into action, or running through the rooftops as he did it, with perfect coordination in his speech and movements. But with you and only you, Leo wasn't able to get the words out when he was this nervous or bashful.

He had a tendancy to overthink things.

Leo wandered into the cupboard, beginning to steep some tea on the stove as his tongue caught up with his brain.

"Do you want... tea?" He gently asked, clearing his throat.

Such husband material...

"Ah, sure." You grinned, sweetly answering.

You realized how safe and secure you felt now, with him in the studio. You weren't alone anymore.

Leo didn't say much while he prepared the tea. He hyper-focused to distract himself from the nervousness of staying at your place, ALONE with you for the night. He paced around without speaking... doing little thoughtful things, like closing the window and locking it for you, shutting the closet and bathroom door, and picking out the perfect cups for the two of you, from your DC glass cup collection.

(Leo liked the Nightwing one since it was blue, and he always gave you the batgirl one, because you loved purple. He loved it when you would geek out and tell him how those heroes were the perfect couple... it reminded him of the both of you, and hoped that you gushed about him like that when he wasn't around.)

Leo brought the cups over, moving carefully with his eyes on the glass, gently placing one in your hand, and his own at your bedside.

"I"ll sleep right here, beside you." He thought out loud, examining the hardwood floor panels.

"Ah, Leo, you're not sleeping on the ground." You ordered, taking a long drink from your cup.

"Its no trouble," he assured, unlatching and taking off his belt and sword straps, placing them on your countertop. Leo sat down across from your bed, and began taking off his customized traditional ninja footwear, so all that remained were his pants and mask.

Why did this make you blush and get so flustered, the way he lifted those muscular arms over his head? Its not like he's taking anything revealing off...

"Modest like Leo... modest like Leo..." you whispered under your breath, recomposing your wandering thoughts.

He slowly walked up to you, lying you back and pulling your covers over you. Leo gently placed his hand against your cheek, staring deep into your eyes, as a soft smile rested over his lips.

He slowly nuzzled his nose beside yours, cherishing every small movement, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, he pulled away.

You felt your arms involuntarily reach out to him, taking his face into your hands. You both stared innocently into one another's eyes, before you made a bold move, planting your lips against his. You gently kissed Leo's lips, and he kissed you back, in the most respectful, admirable, and sentimental way possible.

Kissing Leo always felt so intimate and special... even as soft and innocent as it was. Leo made the tiny gestures special to you again.

"Leo, would you please... hold me?" You whispered, tightly closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his. "Please, sleep with me tonight."

"S-sleep with-" he panicked, turning vibrant red. For the first time that night, he realized that you were wearing blue pj's... and you looked gorgeous in them. Suddenly his heart began to pound through his chest, as his posture stiffened. "Sleep... together? Like... m-make love together?"

"Ah not like that!" You bashfully assured, unable to hide your shy grin. "Just... sleep together, at least for tonight."

He took a deep breath in, that sounded shaky, like the remenants of your kiss and closeness gave him the chills. The thought of you being together in the most close and intimate form made him overwhelmed, causing him to slightly tremble. Leo invoulintarily giggled, pecking a kiss against your nose, before he pulled his mask off.

"Alright." He grinned, suddenly much more eager and confident, leaning close to you as he set his mask on your night stand, switching off the light switch with a mere stretch.

Suddenly, it was dark again. But, a peaceful dark.

"Will you, Leo?" You muttered.

"Yes." He whispered, so softly and so intimately, gazing bravely into your eyes. "Yes, Y/N."

You beamed with joy, resituating to the side of your bed, curling up and watching Leo with an adorable, excited expression. Leo broke out a nervous, adorable chuckle, as he hesitantly sat down on your bed, realizing how massive he was on the size of it. He downed his tea like a shot, (wanting to finish it as fast as possible, so he could do this soft and intimate thing with you) and clearing his throat. Blushing, he slowly lied down on his back, slowly turning to his side that faced you, and hesitantly placing his hand over your shoulder, unsure of what was too much touch.

You giggled, sliding his hand on your waist, so you could sit up and pull the covers over him. "O-oh..." Leo murmured, stiffening up from his shyness.

This was very overwhelming to him, since he really liked taking things slow and was inexperienced to everything involving romance before you. But... you loved that. It was like everything was new to you again too. It endeared you beyond belief.

You lied on your side, examining his face one last time, as he examined yours, trailing your fingertip across his sharp jawline.

"I really love you..." he whispered, meaning every word.

"I really love you too, Leo." You softly agreed, as you continued to smile.

You and Leo talked quietly for a bit, sweet whispers between soulmates, as you scratched his shell and caressed his shoulders to help relieve his stress and tension. He would slowly drift off more and more, talking less and less, gifting you with tiny, soft, slow kisses, all over your face instead.

You both drifted off to sleep, and slept wonderfully side by side, as safe and sweet as can be, just the two of you.

And, as you found out in the morning, Leo was a total, clingy cuddler in his sleep. Throughout the night, he had nuzzled closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you, until you were cozy against his body, sharing the same warmth.

💙 Sweet dreams.💙

#tmnt 2012 fic #tmnt bayverse #leofic

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hotdrinkliam-blog · 7 years ago

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she ages like fine wine / hartbig

Hannah has been in love with Grace for 15 years. She confesses in very extreme conditions.

“I can’t shake off these blues,” Hannah said, putting down her phone. Her roommate, Mamrie looked over from her magazine.

“What’s up, Sprout?” the redhead asked, and Hannah looked at her with a somber expression, which made Mamrie raise her eyebrows in surprise.

“You look like someone died,”

“Yeah, my heart. Probably for the 7000th time in the last few years.”

Mamrie sighed, folding her magazine and putting it away. She got up and headed over to the bar, looking through the bottles. Hannah leaned her head back over the side of the couch, stretching her back and staring at the ceiling in despair.

She was in love. Terrible as it was, it was love. Unrequited. She was in love with her best friend since high school - Grace Helbig. The cheerleader and athlete, the woman that looked even better with every year, she was in love with her. Hannah had tried to show it in many ways, from over the top gifts, to poorly disguised romantic dates, yet Grace didn’t seem to get it at all. And even if she understood, she didn’t mention a thing, didn’t even ask Hannah to stop.

“Here,” Mamrie said, handing Hannah a glass of wine. “Spill it all out. Your feelings, I mean.”

“It’s Grace.”

Mamrie rolled her eyes and Hannah just nodded. When wasn’t it Grace?

“God, have you seen her? That woman…”

“I see her every other day and you do too. There is a picture of all three of us right in this room. Let’s assume I have seen her, Hannah.”

“No, not like that. We’ve known her for years and… She ages like the fine wine that I’ll be drowning my sorrows in.”

“For fucks sake, Hannah.” Mamrie said, taking a sip from her glass and sighing in annoyance. “Just talk to her for once. “

“I can’t!” Hannah exclaimed, waving her arms, despair on her face and a wine stain on the floor.”Oh, oops. I’ll clean it up.” “Later. Explain to me, why you can’t go up to her and talk things out like an adult? Because you’ve been acting like an infatuated ninth grader who thinks they’ll never see the classmate they have a crush on after graduation. You’re 30, not 15.”

“Don’t remind me about that,” Hannah sighed, taking a sip. Mamrie had described exactly what had happened 15 years ago, when they all still went to school. She would sit on the bleachers, watching Grace train for some state-wide competition.

“It’s been 15 years, Hannah, and not even once have you tried to talk to her about it.”

“She’s… she’s always said she’s straight, so how could I? I thought about asking her to prom, but she had a guy back then, so I obviously couldn’t. Do you even remeber prom?”

“Don’t remind me. Jersey girls and make-up…” Mamrie gave Hannah a look, and they both laughed.

“But seriously, just talk to her. She’s single now. Even if she says no, you’ll at least finally have closure and will be able to begin moving on. You’ve gone through enough problems because of this. Now, finish that wine and go to sleep.”

“I guess… I guess you’re right, Mamrie.”

The next morning Mamrie left for work, reminding Hannah to get her shit together and call Grace. Hannah said she would, but truth be told, she was scared to death of the thought. She knew Grace had recently broken up with her boyfriend, the name of whom Hannah hadn’t even bothered to remember, to think about him less and not be so jealous. Revealing her feelings now seemed kind of tactless, but if she didn’t, Mamrie would probably kick her out of the house for a week or two.

Hannah spent a hour cooking up veggie burgers, drinking scotch like usual, when her phone ringed. It was Grace. Hannah’s breath hitched and she could feel her heart skip a beat. She picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hannah, you have to help me!” Grace pleaded, her voice muffled and disorted by heavy breathing.

“What- What’s wrong, Grace? Are you okay?”

“It’s my ex, he’s gone completely mad. He’s been stalking me for weeks and I’m afraid to even go out of my house. And now his car stopped across the street from my house. I can see him sitting there and staring at my door. I’m afraid to go outside, Hannah.”

“Call the cops!”

“I can’t! What if he gets rid of them and then comes right to me and,” Grace sniffled, “I don’t want to die, Hannah.”

“Okay, okay, Grace. Keep your door locked, pack a bag of necessities. I’m going to call Naomi and arrange you to stay in her place, okay?”

Grace just sniffled in answer. Hannah reassured her one more time before dropping the call. She shot a quick text to Mamrie explaining the situation, then called her sister, Naomi, who agreed to help in a heartbeat.

Grabbing a paper bag, she shoved in the veggie burgers inside and put them on the kitchen counter. Driving to Naomi would take a good 8 hours and they couldn’t afford to stop for more than five minutes anywhere if Grace’s stalker would even think of following them. She headed towards the door, but when she put her hand on the doorknob, she remembered something.

Baseball bat.

She hurried to the closet to grab the bat, hoping, that she wouldn’t actually have to use it, but if that fucker would even think of harming Grace, Hannah wouldn’t hesitate to deck him right in the face.

She finally got out of the house and without hesitation got in the car and speeded off to Grace’s place. There was only one car on the street - it must have been him, everyone else at this time was at work. She stopped right in front of Grace’s door, turning the car in a way so the passenger side would be adjacent to the door. Hannah got out, holding the baseball bat and nonchalantly looked around, glaring at the other car before walking to Grace’s door and knocking.

“Who’s there?” a shakey voice asked from the other side.

“It’s me, Hannah. You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Quick, come, get in the car.”

Grace came out, a sports bag hanging from her shoulder. Hannah took a moment to appreciate the woman. Pale ash hair, lips like cooling embers in a fireplace, attentive eyes the tone of pine bark, face carved in cream colored marble. God, Hannah was in love. But her scared expression broke Hannah’s heart. She had to get her away from this place, bring a smile to her once again.

“You have everything you need?” Hannah asked, while Grace was locking the door. Grace nodded in answer and practially ran over to the car, getting in. The other woman didn’t hesitate to follow.

“Goose is at Chester’s, I told him I need him to take care of her for a couple more days at least. I don’t want to burden him with this right now. My ex shouldn’t be defending me from another ex.”

“I mean, we could always use a bit of muscle, but it’s your choice.”

“I’m happy that he still likes me enough to take care of Goose, I don’t want to push my luck.”

Hannah just nodded, starting the engine and speeding away from the house. She didn’t have to wait long for Grace’s alarmed voice to announce that her ex was following them.

“How do we lose him?”

“I have an idea.” Hannah said, staring to speed up, coming close to the allowed speed limit. The scotch she had drunk earlier wasn’t helping her make smart decisions, right now she just wanted to lose the pursuer.

After several minutes of silence and a fruitless attempt to disappear in side streets, Hannah turned to Grace and began speaking.

“You know, I should have told you this a long time ago,” she started, heart beating faster. She glanced in the side mirror - the other car was still right behind them. She drove out on the highway and pressed the gas pedal, going over the limit. Grace didn’t seem to react to Hannah’s sudden recklesness.

“Mamrie was right. It’s been too long.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I,” Hannah began, but got interrupted by the pursuing car driving into the lane next to them and trying to keep up with them. The man driving had rolled down his window and was yelling something at them. Hannah showed him the middle finger and drove even faster,swerving right and left to get ahead of all the other cars.

“I love you, Grace. And before you say anything, not as a friend, no. I’ve loved you since 9th grade, since you got accepted in the athletics team. I wanted to take you to prom, but you had a boyfriend. I wanted to bring you to New York, but you got there first. I wanted to share a house with you in LA, but you found Chester. I’m not saying it’s your fault, I’m just saying I never took a chance. 15 years I suffered from unrequited love, and…” she made a sharp turn, going off the highway onto some wet dirt road, still speeding. “And I can’t do it anymore. Grace Helbig, I’ve drank a whole wine brewery while crying over you, and I need you to know that.”

Grace stayed silent. She didn’t even look at Hannah. No, her eyes were pinned to the muddy dirt road.

“Grace, say something.” Hannah pleaded, eyes watering. Suddenly, her arms jerked, the steering wheel twisted and they flew off the road, right into a great oak tree.

A crash, a hit, and darkness.

Hannah slowly opened her eyes. The safety pillows filled the car saloon. She tried to push it away, but every part of her body hurt. Slowly, she crawled out of the car. Her vision was constantly changing focus.

Grace...Grace!

She scrambled to her feet as fast as she could, getting over to the passenger side and pulling open the bent door. Grace was laying there, coughing out blood. The older woman slowly turned to Hannah, and, strangely, there was a soft smile on the bloody face.

“Grace, I…”

“Do you really want me that way?” Grace whispered. Hannah’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Hannah just nodded, her vision bluring even more.

“Take my hand.” Grace asked, and Hannah did so, struggling through the pain.

“Hannah, I… I’ve loved you for ages too.”

Hannah let out a loud sob, but quickly got herself together, getting her phone and calling the ambulance. After that, she sat down on the ground right next to Grace, who weakly put her arm in Hannah’s hair. It began raining, and they passed out with the sound of ER sirens nearing them.

#hartbig #hannah hart #mamrie hart #grace helbig #leofics

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hotdrinkliam-blog · 7 years ago

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Kill The DJ by leosorrel (escsorrel)

Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

M/M

Work in Progress - Drafted chapters in editing, to be posted asap.

Tags

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Liam Payne/Zedd | Anton Zaslavski

Harry Styles/Taylor Swift

Charlie Puth/Bella Thorne

Eleanor Calder/Louis Tomlinson

Human Sacrifice

Animal Sacrifice

Summary: Liam is a member of Ben Winston's gang. Being a killer is his day job. Of course, not many know that,and neither does his boyfriend Anton. When Anton gets kidnapped in front of Liam's eyes, all the skeletons pour out of their closet.

#reblog pls #ledd #liam payne #zedd #leofics

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miraclecherryblossomsblog · 3 years ago

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NO THIS IS SO CUTE HGEHEHUDEUH 😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕

Valentine’s Day Challenge [5/14]

Warnings: None

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: Day 5 out of 14. None of the prompts/scenarios are related

Posting: 3:30 PM Each Day

Prompt: Their First Time Cuddling with a S/O

Keep reading

#tmnt 2007 fic #leofic #mikefic #raphfic #donfic

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hotdrinkliam-blog · 7 years ago

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Shot At The Night - Liam X Zedd

@solistliam so there is this song by the killers with the same title, the video of which just gives me so many butterflies, that i decided to rip the scenario and do something with it. so this dumb thing came out of it.

Liam sighed, looking in the mirror. Sure, he had gotten a new haircut, but even that couldn't light up his days anymore. It was always the same thing - long days of sleeping and long nights of work. Over and over, the same thing. And for God's sake, he lived in Las Vegas of all places. He worked at a damn casino! But his life was unremarkable. Years passed, he only got older, and with every day it looked more and more like he would forever be a manservant at the casino and the hotel next to it, cleaning hotel rooms and picking up condoms from underneath the beds, or cleaning up after a guest, who's had one too much, threw up.

He rubbed his chin. There was a stubble growing out, not enough for a ful blown beard just yet, but it was getting there. Maybe he should grow it out again? To change it up a little? Again, a heavy sigh rolled out of his mouth, as he looked away from the mirror. It was pointless, wasn't it? His life would stay the same.

His husky dog, Loki, walked up to him and nudged his hand with it's nose. Liam gently patted the creature's head and smiled weakly at it.

"Time for your morning walk. And then to bed."

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He got into his car and turned the engine on. The sun was setting far behind the horizon, painting the sky in shades of red and yellow. The city's neon lights began turning on, the atmosphere of wild nightlife was born from the sunset's ashes, but it all passed Liam by. He was just driving down the treets, past the palm trees, with only a pressing feeling of unworthiness.

"It must feel good, to brave the streets of Las Vegas at night, pockets full of money and bloodstream full of alcohol, with someone beautiful by your side," he thought, glancing at the neon signs. "Expensive suits, vintage wine, oh, the life."

With a sense of longing he looked at the store fronts, not noticing anything around him, until the car in the lane next to him abruptly stopped. He hit the brakes, his car made a sharp pitched noise, and his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

A young man, dressed in a blue suit, stood in front of his car, eyes just as wide, hands up in surrender. He was quite good looking, cute, really. Their eyes met, and the man outside smiled. Liam felt compelled to smile back, and even laugh a little. Both of them were oblivious fools, weren't they? He looked down, smiling.

When he looked up, the man was gone. Liam frowned, but he didn't have much time to dwell on it, because cars behind him were honking aggresively. He sighed and continued his way to work.

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"And today you have to clean the 17th floor, " Louis said, ticking off a box in his papers. "I await you to be done no later than 5 a.m.. Not many rooms are taken on that floor, so you have no excuses to not do your job."

"When have I ever failed you?" Liam asked, curious about Louis's tone. Louis looked at him, his eyes sharp.

"You haven't, but some of your collegues..." His boss snarled, before turning on his heel and walking away to rat out the next employee he would see. Liam sighed and started pushing his cart of cleaning supplies towards the elevator.

Sadly, he didn't get to enjoy being alone in the elevator for long, as a couple stumbled into it on the 2nd floor, immediately pressing against the corner of the elevator and starting to make out. The janitor stood there, emotionless, starring at the gap inbetween the doors of the elevator, trying to ignore what was happening besides him. But longing clenched it's cold hand around his heart and tugged at it, making him feel nauseous.

"Give me a shot at the night, please." He thought to himself, walking out of the elevator, onto the 17th floor. He began his usual rounds - knocking on doors, announcing 'Room service' and then proceeding to clean the rooms, while their inhabitants went downstairs in their posh outfits.

A hour passed, several rooms were cleaned, and Liam stood in one of the rooms, blankets half folded in his hands, as he looked out of the windows over the city. It glistened in many different colors, from the streetlight gold to the neon red of radio antennas and peaks of skyscrapers. The wish to experience a breathtaking night in these concrete jungles was overwhelming. If only he could....if only he could.

"And then I almost got run over by a car!" A male voice exclaimed in the hallway, and hearty laughter followed it. The steps were getting closer and two men and a woman walked into the room Liam was cleaning. He turned to greet them, but was left with his mouth hanging open. It was the same man from before.

For a moment, there was silence. They both looked at eachother, and their lips slowly curled up to form amused smiles.

"It's you!" The man in the blue suit exclaimed. His companions, a short, stout man with blonde hair and a woman with dark, curly hair and a tanned complexion, were perplexed.

"He's the guy that almost ran me over! And I told you, he was damn cute!"

Liam laughed and looked down, continuing to fold the blankets.

"Hey, how long do you still have to work?"The blond man asked, glancing at his friend, who still had a wide smile on his face.

"Until the very morning."

The smile from the blue suited man's face fell, and a frown replaced it. Once again, a sigh escaped Liam's lips.

"Hey, man. " The blond man said, walking over to Liam and placing a hand on his back. "How about we give you one of Anton's suits, and you go out for a night with us?"

"It'll be fun!" Anton exclaimed, running his fingers through his brown fringe.

Liam stood there, silent. First he looked at Anton - the man he had almost run over. He was built smaller than Liam, and a tad shorter, had a full blown beard and short, brown hair, pale blue eyes that lit up in excitement, a dazzling smile...

Then Liam looked out the window, at the crowded streets. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? Why was he hesitating?

"Do you really think his suits will fit me?" After a moment, Liam said.

"We'll figure it out. Alessia, can you fix him up, so he's ready for a night out?" The blond man said to the woman, who quickly walked over and took it upon herself to bring the best out of Liam.

Twenty minutes passed, and Liam walked out of the bathroom in a tight fitting neon blue suit. The blond man, who's name he still didn't know, handed him a pair of blue tinted sunglasses.

"Let's go!"

---

It was a wild night. First, they went to a karaoke bar. Anton pulled Liam up on the stage, and though he was bashful, soon he was belting out the lyrics to various songs, and, oh, how the public loved him, and how Anton looked at him - like he was the 8th Wonder of the world - it all send endorphins running through his system. The crowd bought Liam drinks and kept requesting more, and more, to the point where he considered to just drop his job and become a club singer.

---

Then, the group split up and Anton took him to a casino.

"I'll put a 1000 on...Liam, what do you think?" Anton said, standing by the roullete table.

"A 1000? Wouldn't that be a bit too much?"

"This is Vegas, baby!" Anton said, laughing. "C'mon, take your pick."

"Okay. 27."

"You heard the man!"

The roullete spinned and spinned and the beating of the ball filled Liam's ears...and slowly, it came to a stop.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Liam gasped, covering his mouth, while Anton covered his head with his hands and made a dissapointed noise before hiding his face in shame.

After a moment, Anton peeked through his fingers at Liam and started laughing. Liam's chest unclenched and a wave of relief washed over him. Anton wasn't mad, thank God.

---

"There is no way in Vegas that we are going to miss out on a drunken wedding." Anton said, pulling up to one of those 24/7 wedding places, that Liam thought were a joke.

"Who's wedding though? There is nobody here."

"Why don't we get married?"

Liam just stared at Anton. They literally met less than twelve hurs ago. And he was suggesting getting married. Liam didn't know what to blame it on - too many shots? Infatuation? Some crazy dare he had with his friends?

A voice at the back of his head kept nagging him. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Fine. Let's do it. But not without a proposal."

Anton laughed, got off their scooter and pulled the rings he had on his hands off, hiding them in his pocket, before dramatically kneeling down and pulling them out.

"Will you, Liam...uh," he looked lost for a moment. "What's your last name?"

"Payne."

"Yes, of course. Will you, Liam Payne, marry me?"

"Mhm, sure, after 10 shots, I deffinitely will."

Anton scrunched his face. "That is not how you answer to a proposal."

Liam shaked his head and suddenly gasped, clasping his hands together and covering his mouth, trying to do his best impression of a shocked bride.

---

They spent the whole night, riding around Vegas on a rented scooter, until the sun started showing on the horizon. Anton brought Liam back to the hotel, and they sneaked up to the rooftop to watch the sun.

They stood in the middle of the rooftop, shoulder to shoulder, their hands brushing against eachother, in complete silence. The night's events were running through Liam's head. It seemed like a dream.

Something tugged at his hand. It was Anton, lacing his fingertips with Liam's. They both looked down, smiling.

A moment of hesitation, and Liam leaned in to kiss the other man. His beard was rough on Liam's cheeks, but his lips were as soft as silk. Anton let go of Liam's hands and cupped his cheeks, the kiss got harder and more passionate...

A sinking feeling hit Liam's chest. He couldn't stay with him any longer.

"I..." he muttered, pulling back. Anton frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. He let him go and nodded.

Liam turned around and left. But he'd be lying if he didn't feel like the happiest man on the planet.

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Tinhats, don't interract.

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Between Me And You - Liam x Zedd

Liam let out a heavy sigh as he locked the door to his office. It was a while past midnight, and he just got out of working overtime at the post office, sorting out through mail that had to be sent out the following morning. It was an exausting task, hard on his eyes and on his mind. Sometimes, after these nights he couldn’t get random addresses out of his mind for hours and his head would be buzzing with doubts. ‘Did I put it in the right pile? Did I misread that address?’ And so on and so forth.

But that wasn’t even the worst part. In barely six hours he had to be back at work, at a construction site. He worked two jobs, just to keep his family happy.

He had a husband, Anton, who was the stay at home dad for their little son, Bear, so Liam had to pull the workload for both of them. It wasn’t nearly enough to secure them a comfortable life, but he was doing best. They still had a roof over their head, and they could have a proper meal three times a day. Anton had started going around to charities and thrift shops to find clothes for them all, which hurt Liam’s pride at the beginning, but he was learning to accept it.

He walked through the dark streets in the pouring rain, shoulders pulled up and eyes pinned to the ground. Doubts started entering his mind - was any of this even worth it? They had married young, naively thinking that an university degree could secure them a good job. Perhaps they had rushed in with the whole family thing.

He kicked a plastic bottle out of his way. He was worried about the future. Would he really be able to juggle two jobs like this for much longer? He didn’t even like any of the jobs he did, and he had absolutely no time for following his dreams. Why did people even preach the whole following your dreams thing? It was unrealistic, life would always get in your way, Liam thought. He had become cynical of the world, yet he tried to keep a smile on his face around Anton.

Anton. The love of his life. They met in university, both studying music, passionate about what they did. They were smitten from the moment they met. From drunk hookup’s at trashy parties, shy looks and red cheeks in the hallway, to comfortable silence when working together, dates under the night sky, soft kisses in the rain and finally, a year ago…

Liam walked underneath the shelter at a bus stop and sat down, closing his eyes.

Anton stood there, in the garden, all in white. Hair slightly ruffled and a stubble on his chin, eyes squinting at the sun as he tried to not look back at Liam, who was standing at the end of the aisle, in a black tuxedo, next to his father. Liam remembered every detail about that faithful day, how the air was filled with the scent of chamomiles, how dazzling Anton looked in the white suit, how their voices cracked while saying their vows and how soft his lover’s lips were as they kissed with their families cheering in the background.

And then came Bear. An absolute bundle of joy. Anton always said, that the little one looked just like Liam, and he joked that having two Liams was even better than one. The little one didn’t let them sleep at night, but they loved him dearly anyways.

Liam smiled for a moment, before the expression was wiped away by cold raindrops. He continued walking through the dark, and negative thoughts crowded him once again.

Did he really have anything to offer his family? He was barely at home anymore, always at one work or another, arriving for a few hours just to sleep, if he didn’t end up crashing back at the post office. He and Anton never did anything together anymore, and he had been feeling more and more distant from him with every day. A thought came to his head, sharp and painful like a bullet - What if Anton didn’t love him anymore? What if he, too, was tired of barely keeping everything together? Living from paycheck to paycheck, not being able to go out and relax? Did he despise Liam quietly for not doing enough, for not being enough?

Liam was certain Anton could do better than him. There was someone out there, someone more sucessful than Liam who could provide for Anton and Bear.

His head sunk even deeper into his shoulders and a frigid void replaced his heart as he opened the door to their apartment. He turned on the light in the hallway to take of his shoes, and he glanced at the wedding pictures on the wall. The coldness in his chest released a little bit.

After grabbing a snack from the fridge, he quietly walked into the bedroom, where Anton was. His husband had curled up on the left side of their bed, yet he wasn’t asleep. The bedside light was reflecting in his eyes as he blankly stared at Bear’s crib.

Liam crawled into bed and placed a kiss on Anton’s cheek, making the other man smile. They both sat up, leaning against the wall.

“Hi, Liam.” Anton said, warmly greeting his husband. Liam just nodded, sighing, which made Anton frown.

“What’s wrong, Liam?” He asked, reaching out for Liam’s hand, taking it and putting it on his chest, where his heart was, so Liam could hear Anton’s heartbeat.

“Between me and you,” Liam started, “I think I’m losing it now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…I don’t think I can do it anymore. Chasing every pound, working every job I can find, just to keep us three afloat. I don’t even see you that much, I spend so much time away… Sometimes,” Liam’s voice cracked. “Sometimes I wonder, if I’m even enough for you anymore. I feel distant from you. We never get to go out anymore, hell, we don’t even talk that much. I don’t know what you do when I’m away.”

“Liam…”

“Anton, not to accuse you of anything, but I feel like you might have found someone else. I mean, I wouldn’t exactly blame you, this isn’t the life I promised you by the altar, but-”

“Liam. Look at me, Liam.” Anton said and Liam turned to him, just to see tears rolling down his husband’s cheeks.

“I will agree, I never thought it would be so hard, but… Let those thoughts go. I love you, Liam. I love you so much. As much as I did when I first told you I loved you all those years ago.”

Anton opened his mouth to continue talking, but halfway he changed his mind, pulling Liam in for a heated kiss. He tried to put all of his love in it, make Liam feel wanted and loved, make him feel like he felt, when he saw Anton all in white, waiting at the end of the aisle.

Inbetween kisses, Liam managed to sigh out and apology, and a promise. A promise to not let it get between them and their happiness.

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