coffee stops

Bate Modern Day AU
  • Its Monday morning and Nate is cooking waffles for him and Bay. Bay can hear the music from the radio and smell the food and coffee being made in the kitchen.
  • Bay is a Coffee Addict.
  • Getting out of bed, Bay grabbed his glasses and shuffles to the kitchen where Nate is humming and cooking. Despite Nate making waffles, Bay gets cereal. Fruit Loops to be precise. (theyre good sue me)
  • Then their Song comes on the radio. The song Never Giving Up on You by Of Mice and Men is literally them. And Nate, who is a terrible singer starts singing.
  • Bay raises his brows, his ears red. Taking a drink of coffee, Bay says: “Please stop.”
  • Nate grins at him and starts singing louder. Now he starts dancing. Bay sighs and takes a bite of cereal. His boyfriend sounded like a dying cat.
  • Grabbing Bay’s face he starts singing inches from his face. Bay tries to fight his smile and kisses him to shut him up. His fingers twist in Nate’s hair.
  • Bay hooks his arm around Nate’s neck and brings him in closer. Nate’s floury fingers leave imprints of flour on Bay’s waist and neck and face. 
  • The smell of food being burned jars them apart. 
  • Bay looks at Nate. His already impossibly dark brown eyes are even darker from the flour on his face and hair. Bay grins at him with bruised lips.“The food is burning.”
  • Nate takes the food off the burner and shuts off the stove. Turning back to Bay, Nate takes the cup from Bays hand and sits it on the counter and guides Bays hands back around his neck and claims his mouth with his.
  • The stack of waffles goes unnoticed for the rest of the morning

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.