A/N: Hello my darlings! I am back with another Captain Swan related drabble! I’m like 94% certain that this is an alternative universe because I think I set it up (or that’s what I intended) that they never actually dated, but had feelings for one another. This was inspired by the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum!
It was also originally inspired by the @cshiatuschallenge drabble prompt of Drunken Texts on tumblr, but then it took on a mind of it’s own.
I want to give a special shout out and a thank you to my amazing beta, @xxdustnight88. Without her, none of these stories would exist. You should all go check her out and give her lots of love.
Title: Need You Now Pairing: Captain Swan Rating: K Summary: Sometimes all it takes is just one phone call…
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“I know I shouldn’t be calling you right now,” she mumbled, holding the phone up to her ear as she took a deep breath. Leaning up against the wall behind her, she brushed her hand over her face.
She wasn’t sure what she was even doing right now. He had no reason to answer her calls. She couldn’t really blame him for not wanting anything to do with her after everything that had happened. But tonight, she just couldn’t get him off her mind and she needed to talk to him. Even if it was just his voicemail.
“There you are,” a voice called to her. “What are you doing over here?”
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As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. I hope Part VI mends everything Part V managed to break, my love! And, once again, thank you all for your continued support. I am over the moon about the response this story has gotten, as I’m unworthy of all of your love. (That doesn’t mean I won’t take it, though!)
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“But it’s like…” Harry stops and starts again. “I met with Carly, her replacement, and she’s nice enough. So nice. Lovely girl, really. But every time I talk with her about the plans, I jus…I can’t smile. I can’t get excited about it. ‘m not supposed t’ be talkin’ with Carly about them. She’s not the one who made ‘em. She’s not the one who…well, y’know.”
“If I’m being honest,” Gemma sighs on the other end of the phone, “I would’ve done the same thing, had I been put in that situation.”
“I know,” he mumbles. “I would’ve, too. And I wouldn’t’ve been as nice.”
I don't know why ur actin up for attention. You're okay as a writer, but there are much better ones in the fandom who have far less recognition
You see. It all started when father returned from the war. He had never been an affectionate man, as much as I can recall. But after the war, the small nods and brief glances from him that I had grown to look forward to had disappeared.
He was quick to anger and quicker to drink. Sometimes I’d awaken in the middle of the night to find him standing in the middle of the quiet farm, bathed in moonlight and despondent. His eyes would be fixated on the moon and stars, unblinking.
“Papa,” I’d call to him, “you’re scaring me…”
Of course, he didn’t respond. He never did. Somehow, his silence instilled more fear than his anger. The eerie quiet when I wished so badly to know what he was imagining.
The chores on the farm soon fell on my shoulders, as my mother came down with a chest cold that never seemed to go away. Some days were worse than others for her. I remember running to fetch the doctor in the middle of the night when she couldn’t keep from coughing. Walking through the old wooden thresh hold he greeted my father, who sat unblinking once again in his rocker with the usual bottle of liquor in his calloused hand. The light from the candles flickered, showing glimpses of his eyes which were wide with madness.
Seeing now the state he was in, the doctor simply tipped his cap and tended to my ailing mother. And soon after that, the talk around town began. Not so quiet whispers accompanied by piercing eyes when I made my way into town to fetch mothers tonic or liquor for papa.
My trips became less and less frequent. Not only because I couldn’t handle the gossip, but it seemed papa would do something drastic every time I left. One day I found him in the coop snapping the necks of the chickens inside, feathers flying everywhere as the few remaining tried to escape his grasp.
“Papa! No!” I screamed for him to stop.
He dropped to his knees with shaking hands. It was the first time he had spoken to me in what seemed like years. His voice was more hoarse than I remembered.
“I’m…sorry,” he spoke through tears.
Heavy with the shame of what he had done, he dragged himself off as I took care of the mess and contemplated how we would get our eggs now. I didn’t see papa again until that night. He came stumbling inside near dawn, crashing around our old farm house in his usual drunken stuper and calling for my grandmother, who had passed some time ago.
Why am I seeking attention? Who knows…but reading this message I think back to those chickens and their snapped necks. Who can say why, but perhaps I am jealous of them a bit. For at least, even in a brief moment before their deaths, they felt my fathers touch. Something I never had.
“Much better writers with far less recognition?” I chuckled and inched closer to you.
When the fandom approached me, asking me to hand-choose which followers went to which blogs I was shocked, but proudly took on the task. Just as I had taken on the burden of my families farm, I would also carry out this task to the best of my ability.
I moved my lips closer to your ear, letting them ghost over the skin as my fingers delicately tucked your hair to the side. My warm breath was seeping into your pores as you waited for me to respond.
“I know,” I whispered so softly, “now unfollow me, bitch.”
Ok, so my mobile masterlist decided to just stop properly working and messing up links and the likes. Updated it, but can’t reblog, so from now on this will be my mobile friendly masterlist.
You can find the desktop version here . (Not updated but will update soon)
Due to the length I’ve decided to put the masterlist below the “Keep Reading” since I got some complaints :) Instead I’m just adding the amount of stories above for each part (not including every part of a multiparter so if there are five parts to a story it will still only count as one).
Dean x Reader: 54 Sam x Reader: 28 Cas x Reader: 17 Others x Reader: 22 Friendship and family fics: 21
For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It’s probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party.
the one where Louis is an annoying customer who won’t leave Harry’s shop on time, and Harry is counting down the seconds until Louis leaves. Until a chance encounter at a concert, and suddenly, Harry really doesn’t want Louis to leave.
Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?
A/N: I am so happy i finally found time to write this. I finished school and I have some days until i start work. I hope i will manage to finish this story and write all the request i have in my box. Please, let me know what you think, it’s really important to me given the fact English isn’t my first language ♥ Enjoy and sorry if there are mistakes (i wrote it really late last night)
“We were facing each other and I saw the fear
in his eyes but he had to play a macho so he said ’Stay there and I won’t hurt you’. His body was shaking and the man
was wearing only his pink boxers. Such a pathetic picture. I sent a bullet
towards the vase behind him and he peed in his pants”, Tony finished one of the
many stories he liked to tell on his parties. Everyone laughed although they
had heard it before. But when a billionaire is telling a joke you have to laugh
if you want to be invited on the next party, especially if all the Avengers are
Next to Mr. Stark was Sam Wilson, known as The
Falcon who was telling different stories too trying to look stronger and cooler
than Stark. The both of them were basically competing but their audience didn’t
mind at all.
In the other corner Bruce, Thor and Steve could
be seen. They were surrounded by people too but not so many. Thor was kind of
drunk and he was throwing his hammer in the air showing off that he was the
only one able to move it. Steve was laughing and drinking although the alcohol
could not affect him. As for Bruce, he was moving from group to group trying to
find his place. There were times when he wasn’t in the mood for parties and
alcohol and sometimes stripers as drunken Stark used to call sometimes. This
night was the same and the doctor soon went to his room where he would be able
Natasha, Wanda and (Y/N) were on the dance
floor moving their bodies in unison as the rhythm. Nat was holding her probably
fourth glass of whiskey. Clint, Vision, Peter and Scott Lang were sitting at
the bar talking and sometimes throwing glances at the people dancing. The music
was loud so the avengers had to shout a little in order to be heard properly
but most of the time they had to repeat what they had said. Everyone was
enjoying themselves except Peter. He wasn’t allowed to drink so he was just
sitting there searching for a particular girl. He had found her minutes ago but
didn’t want her to see him starring but he couldn’t help it. He’d been looking
at her movements as a hawk. He didn’t miss to spot how at the beginning she was
dancing like a tree but soon the nervousness left her and she was moving
without caring. Peter smiled as he saw the girl experiencing something an
ordinary teenager was used to every weekend.
(Y/N) did her best to try to enjoy that night.
She was talking with everybody, drunk a little from Nat’s glass, even danced
but deep inside she knew that all of this wasn’t her. She wasn’t raised that
way. No music, no fun, no dance. Only fights, fights, and fights. The alcohol
she swallowed helped her to loosen up and let the beat take control of her
body. She was moving as the good songs kept playing but she knew she was doing
it in order to have fun which wasn’t happening if we have to be honest. The
girl made an excuse to her partners in the dance floor and walked through the
dancing and sweaty people who were drunk as hell. Some of them were rubbing
each other bodies, others were ready to swallow each other given the fact how
they were kissing, and others were already heading toward the bathrooms. (Y/N)
was surprised how many people had attended the party. She thought that it would
be just her and the new friends she made a couple weeks ago but no. Stark had
decided to throw a huge party and the girl was sure he didn’t know at least 10%
of his guests. When (Y/N) got out of the loud room and entered the quiet
balcony the fresh spring air hit her are skin. The wind sent shivers down her
spine, her body tensing at the coldness she felt due to being sweaty. The girl
bypassed the swimming pool and went near the glass parapet. The building was
indeed high, the whole city could be seen from there. She inhaled deeply
letting the cold air freshen her body from inside. (Y/N) was enjoying the view
while listening to the music which outside was actually pleasant. But little
she knew that her actions of leaving the party were spotted from a certain boy
that hadn’t let his eyes fall from her.
When Peter saw (Y/N) leaving, he stood up
following her outside away from the loud party. The making a path through the
crowd slowed him down but once he was on the balcony, he saw the girl he liked
alone looking at lightened city below them. He slowly approached her thinking
of an interesting opening gambit. But with each step he took his mind refused
to work and nervous filled his body again. He cursed himself that he let this
happen every time she was near him. Taking a deep breath the boy stood next to
her and tried to spoke but was late.
“Why are you here, Peter?”, the girl asked
looking at him. At first the boy thought the girl asked that so he would
understand he wasn’t welcomed but as he saw her soft (y/e/c) he calmed down.
She was just being curious.
“I saw you leaving.”, he answered without
thinking. His tongue was moving without his brain working properly.
“And you came because…?”, her eyes weren’t
leaving his which caused the boy to fall under their spell. The distance
between their faces was slowly reducing.
“Because I wanted to see if you are okay.”, the
girl smiled and turned her head towards the beautiful city. This activity broke
the ‘spell’ Peter had fallen into but he continued to stare at her, “You are
feeling as though you are not fitting in this atmosphere, right?”
“How do you know?”
“I am feeling the same way at school parties.
They are not the way I’d like to spent my free time and have fun.”, at that
time the boy was looking the city, while (Y/N) was observing his face.
“And what is the way you like to have fun?”
“Well, I like to…”, he suddenly stopped and
looked at the girl. A smirk craved on his face which made the girl confused.
“I can show you.”
“Show me what?”
“How I like to spent Saturday night and have
fun my way. Are you in?”, the smirk on Peter’s face was now bigger as he hoped
the girl would accept his offer. Suddenly a bright smile appeared on her face.
“I would love to, Peter Parker.”
“Then, shall we?”, as a gentleman he offered
his hand and girl took it happily. They both exited the tower without being
spotted by anyone.
“So where are we going?”, (Y/N) dared to ask
after 10 minutes of walking in silence.
“Shouldn’t it be a surprise?”, the boy looked
at her with a mischievous smile on his face.
“It is supposed to be but I am not into
surprised at all.”
“Well, tonight you’ll be.”
“I’d gladly be a idiot If I am the reason you
smile.”, and it was true. (Y/N) hadn’t stopped smiling since they left the
tower. This statement made her blush which surprised Peter. His smile became
bigger as he saw the soft side of the girl which she was usually hiding behind
the mask of a dangerous serial killer, “Come on, we are almost there.”, Peter
grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and they both rushed towards a small café on the other
side of the street. It’s name was shinning in dark blue which made the café
easy to be seen. When they entered inside the girl was amazed by the atmosphere
and way it was decorated. Simple and cozy vintage design invited the new guests
inside. There was a girl listening to music behind the bar and two girls
chatting at one of the corners. (Y/N) thought they would sit somewhere so she
started looking for a cozy and lonely place.
“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of staying here but if
you want- ”
“Oh, no, no. You are the one leading the
parade. You promised me fun so I hope you would give me one.”, the girl joked
and he boy calmed down, “I don’t want to ruin anything but isn’t it late for
“Yes, it is.”
“Then why are we here?”
“Because only in this café you can find the best
and most delicious muffins. Believe me, you have never eaten such mouth-melting
dessert.”, the boy gave a simple answer and turned around to make an order. A
minute later, the boy and the girl were outside the café roaming through the
streets of New Your city and eating.
“Oh my gosh, Peter! These are just magnificent.
I’ve never tasted anything like that.”
“I told you so.”, the girl was about to take
another bite from the muffin when Peter pushed her hand up so her nose would be
in covered in chocolate.
“How dare you Parker?!”, the girl gave him a
dead glare, “You will pay for this.”
“I can’t take you seriously with so much
chocolate on your face. You look sweat rather than scary.”, the boy couldn’t
stop laughing and the girl used this opportunity to push her half muffin in
“That’s part of the revenge you will get.”
“Oh, you are gonna regret this Ms. (Y/L/N)!”,
and with that (Y/N) began running while Peter was chasing her. There was a park
near them and the girl entered it. Although she was on high heels which weren’t
that high, the girl was still faster than the boy. But let’s face it, he was
doing it on purpose.
“I can’t do it anymore.”, Peter announced and
sat on a bench, “You are fast and I don’t want to sweat in this amazing suit. I
prefer to look hot than to revenge you for some chocolate.”, the girl was
suspicious at first but when he didn’t stand up from the bench, she sat next to
“Then I’m sorry to say that you don’t look that
hot as you think.”
“I remember you telling something else when we
were in your room hour ago.”, he looked at her.
“Well, my eyesight isn’t good sometimes.”
“Mhm, whatever you say…”, his tone was
“Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Parker?”, now
they were inches away from each other, still looking at each other eyes, while
their bodies desired for something else.
“I ain’t calling you a truther.”
That was it. They both were on the edge of
doing what they wanted to do since weeks. They stood there looking at each
other in silence. The tension was felt in the air but it wasn’t a sexual
tension how Nat would say. No, it was a tension between two young teenagers
that had slowly fallen in love. They wanted to connect, to feel what the other
felt, to see the nightmares the other had, to explore their souls. But sadly
they both were scared. (Y/N) had never had such feeling burning inside her. We
all know her story to know that love was something she never felt except in her
early years. The Avengers gave her the love of a family but the love she felt
now was never a shade in the painting of her life. It was new, it was great and
yet it was scary.
Peter was a shy nerdy boy and a sarcastic
superhero. When he was with the witch he somehow managed to merge his both
sides in one. The confident side in him was ready to do the next step but the
mask was gone, he was Peter Parker, the nerd school boy who had problems with
talking to girls.
The lovebirds were standing dare not daring to
move. They didn’t want to ruin this moment thinking it was the chance they got
but they both were scared to take it.
“There is something in you Peter. Something
that makes me wanna kiss you and punch you in the face at the same time.”
“You know how to ruin the romantic moment.”,
they both laughed getting out of the unison.
“But that’s true. There are moments when you
are a pain in the ass.”, their eyes were sparkling with true happiness, “But
what scares me is that I want you to be my pain in the ass.”, the boy froze for
a moment at those words. He looked at her still shocked. Peter didn’t say a
thing which caused the girl to look at her fingers which showed she was
“I- I shouldn’t have-”, but she wasn’t given
the chance to finish her sentence. Peter had cupped her face in his hands, his
lips connecting with hers in a slow and soft kiss. (Y/N) was surprised both
from the sudden action and the sensation in her guts. She instantly closed her
eyes letting her soul to see what no eyes could behold. It wasn’t just flesh
touching, it was souls meeting and connecting. She got the feeling of being
high in the sky, flying freely and carelessly. She felt the love in so many
different ways that there are no words able to describe it.
“Chocolatey.” , the girl finished Peter’s
sentence which caused both of them to laugh.
That night they stayed there on the bench in
the empty park, enjoying each other company, laughing at their jokes, telling
different stories from the past and made plans for the future. That night they
felt real, they felt alive and breathing. That night love made its magic – it
connected two souls that had been searching each other for years, it gave them
true happiness, an unforgettable love. That night love gave them a surreal
picture of life which blurred their sights and weakened them for what was about
“You wake me up at four in the four in the bloody morning to cuddle?” and “I think I’m in love with you and it scares the crap out of me.”
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It’s not the burning in her stomach or pounding headache that finally wakes Y/N, but rather the vast, empty wasteland of mattress that stretches beside her. Y/N reaches across the bed, fingers blindly grabbing for something - someone but all she catches are the soft blue covers that dress the duvet she lies under. Her eyebrows knit in confusion as she searches for her favourite night time companion, a small chewed up teddy bear which once flourished with golden fur but now was a mangled mess after the years of being dragged through gravel and performing many, many fatal falls from climbing frames.
“Fuzzy Wussy?” Y/N whispers into the darkness, grimacing as her tongue quivers at the evil and bitter taste of residue alcohol painting her teeth.
The lovely effects of tequila were beginning to wear away and Y/N could start to feel a pounding surface at her temples. She was thirsty, Y/N knew that. She also knew her mouth felt dirty and her stomach was burning evilly and the bobble tying her hair was so tight that her forehead ached at the stress of her stretched scalp. She knew that her brain had been replaced by cotton balls which was why she felt so light headed and that needles were pricking her eyes, causing her to tear at the sharp sting.
Y/N also came to realise that she wasn’t in her room, and in fact the blue covers she found refuge in belonged to her best friend Harry.
A tired yawn escapes her lips as Y/N slowly pushes herself up off the bed till she’s sitting up right. All she can remember at this moment is that it was a Saturday night (or rather a Sunday morning which quick glance at Harry’s bedside clock confirms) and that after stupidly getting wasted, Harry took it upon himself once again to offer her aid in her drunken slur.
She calls out Harry’s name, or perhaps it sleepily falls from her lips as though he’s her only thought she can process during these deranged early hours - Y/N can’t remember how she says his name because at this moment she’s still on a slightly drunken high. Harry doesn’t respond, much to Y/N’s upset and so she decides to take it upon herself to find her best friend and invite him to cuddle because she was cold and could really do with a substitute for good ol’ Fuzzy Wuzzy.
Mustering all the will power she can conjure, Y/N sticks her naked legs out from underneath the bed sheets and places her bare feet on the cold wooden floor. An air of coldness surrounds her and Y/N wraps her arms around her waist and tries to draw in as much heat to her body as possibly before gathering her thoughts and bringing one foot in front of the other. She hauls her self out the room and stumbles down the stairs, trying not to leave scratch marks on the wooden banister as her manicured fingers grip it tightly.
“Harry?” She whispers again once she’s reached the bottom. “Harry, where are you?”
Eventually Y/N reaches the living room and an ever so fond, hazy smile tugs at her cracked lips as she toddles over to Harry’s lanky body which stretches along the sofa. His limbs (which are perfectly sculpted - may Y/N add) are woven in between a thick blanket and he lies on his back, feet dangling from the furthest arm of the chair because his body just consumes the sofas length.
“Harry?” Y/N tries again, snaking her cold hands out to tug on his arm and try and shake him awake.
“Wake up, you bean.”
Almost magically, Harry gives a throaty grunt in response to the pet name and his eyelids flutter, exposing the blood shot veins that branch across the whites of his eyes.
“Harry move along, I’m cold and I need a cuddle.” At that, Y/N decides to peel back Harry’s blanket and climb in beside him. Consciously ignoring the fact that Harry’s wearing nothing other than a pair of thin Calvins, Y/N slots her limbs into the jigsaw of Harry’s and rests her head on his chest as she lets her fingers wander and draw soothing circles on his skin. It’s a tight squeeze on the couch and Harry’s still a little out of it, alcohol yet to leave his system, but he pulls Y/N closer anyway and let’s her bury her freezing nose into the crook of his neck.
“What time is it?” Harry inquires sleepily, his eyes drifting closed once again.
“Four!?” Harry suddenly cries, jolting awake and consequently shocking Y/N out of her slumber.
“You wake me up at four in the bloody morning to cuddle?” He asks, disbelief evident in his tone because Y/N loved her sleep and wouldn’t just leave a warm, toasty bed for just anyone.
“Yeah, so what?” She says sleepily, eyes already knitted shut. Harry shakes his head, a little annoyed but mostly adoringly and he he tightens his hold on Y/N.
“You’re lucky I love you so much.” Harry murmurs lowly, annoyed to have been woken up but glad that Y/N can find solace in his presence.
“I love you too. Harry.”
“Love you more, best friend.”
“No I didn’t mea- Harry, I… can I tell you a teeny weeny secret?” Y/N huffs as she slows her tongue so that she wont trip over any more words, the warm mist drifting over Harry’s shoulder as she twists her neck to look him.
“Of course, you can petal.” Harry replies calmly but really his heart skips a beat and he’ thankful that Y/N isn’t sober enough to pick up his increasing heart rate in anticipation of the secret.
“I think…” Y/N hesitates. “Harry, I think - I think I’m in love with you and it scares the fucking crap out of me.”
At that, Harry’s already rigid body tenses even more and he inhales shakily as the news travels in waves through his ears, around his head and runs along his veins right down to the tips of his curled toes.
Harry was not expecting that.
But before he can question her, cute little snores are dancing from her throats and in that second, Harry knows Y/N will not remember what she just said tomorrow morning.
It should pain him, it really should hurt him that Y/N would not remember confessing her love for him but at that moment Harry couldn’t care less.
For him, the lovely effects of tequila were only coming into play now and with a drowsy Y/N in his arms and the secret promise of love on Y/N’s lips, Harry knew he would sleep soundly till morning.
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PS. I hope you liked it! Thanks @onlyceci for the prompt lines and I’m also sorry because I changed one of the lines up a bit to fit the imagine more - I hope you understand! Anyways, feel free to request stuff guys and see ya’s soon X
gimme a plot where … basically, muse a is this corrupted soul, always drinking too much, getting too high, they can barely function and muse b is basically their saving grace, always coming through in the middle of the night after a drunken phone call asking for a ride home. and muse b only does this because they’re a good person at heart, but they can’t deny that muse a’s actions actually disgusts them. but they’ve known each other for too long and muse b always promised they’d never let muse a down, because they know they’re the only thing that’s STABLE in their life. and this has become their routine, muse a texting/calling muse b when something goes wrong and muse b coming around to rescue them. there’s not much to their friendship beside that, these days, because muse a doesn’t really acknowledge them otherwise. and muse b just settles with the fact that they’re being used, but they can’t bear to leave muse a alone, knowing that they probably wouldn’t survive without them … but then ONE NIGHT, when muse b is carrying muse a into bed, tucking them in like they usually do and they’re about ready to say goodnight until muse a, who is completely out of their mind intoxicated, mumbles something barely audible that sounds a lot like ‘i love you.’ muse b thinks to brush it off, until muse a continues professing all these FEELINGS like ‘i really fucking love you, please, don’t leave me tonight’ and muse b is just STUCK. because muse a is so badfor them but museb is the only good thing in their life … so they stay.
course she wakes before Alex does – she doesn’t have red solo cups
brimmed with punch working its way out of her bloodstream.
sun’s just coming in through the blinds on her small window, and she
can’t help but stare at the girl laying above her, in her bed, tangled
in her sheets.
Alex hasn’t moved all night – she’s still out cold in the same position Maggie helped her into a few hours ago.
smiles, and she forces herself to look away from how peaceful her best
friend’s big sister looks. How peaceful, as opposed to how intense she
always seems, how intent on getting everything right, on understanding
everything immediately, on protecting Kara. How gorgeous she looks. Like
she always does.
She forces herself to look away because it wouldn’t be fair.
be fair to stare at the sleeping form of the girl she’s had a crush on
since she first laid eyes on her – sitting front center in their bio
lecture, while Maggie sat all the way up in the back – it was just the
back of her head, then, her sweater and the way she took copious notes,
and the clean, confident quality of her voice when she answered
questions, when she demanded explanations for things that seemed to make
no sense – things the professors didn’t have answers for, so the girl
found her own.
Maggie had lingered in her seat, that first day.
Lingered, because she wanted to see this girl stand up, turn around.
Wanted to see her face.
And when she did – god, when she did – Maggie almost swooned, because god, she’s the most beautiful girl Maggie had ever seen.
She knew immediately that she had no chance. That this girl was way out of her league.
when she befriended Kara Danvers in her English class, her stomach
clenched when she slowly started to realize that the girl she had a
crush on was her new friend’s older sister.
God, to be a lesbian.
So it wouldn’t be fair to stare at her now, even after Alex’s drunken confessions the night before.
Because hell, she was probably just lonely, just drunk, just looking for a good time.
there was no way someone as brilliant, as dedicated, as gorgeous as
Alex Danvers would ever even notice her, let alone…
Whatever. It’s whatever.
stands quietly and pads into the kitchen, rummaging for instant coffee,
for water, for a banana, for aspirin. Alex will probably need all of
them when she wakes.
Maggie settles back onto the floor with a
calculus text book, her back against the wall, eyes deliberately not on
Alex’s sleeping form, but facing her so she can make sure she’s
alright. Make sure she’s not having nightmares or anything.
forces herself to focus on studying – just one more exam, tonight – so
she doesn’t focus on the deep, slow rhythm of Alex’s breath. Doesn’t
focus on the idea, the image, of Alex in her bed.
In her bed.
She needs to focus.
then Alex is stirring, and Maggie is glancing up, and Alex is checking
to see if she has her clothes on, and Maggie’s fists clench and her
“Maggie.” Her voice is groggy and her voice is perfect.
“Morning,” Maggie offers, still like if she moves, she’ll scare Alex more than she already looks scared.
“Did I – did we – ”
“No.” She shakes her head firmly, and Alex instantly believes her.
“God. Because if we did, I’d want to remem – ” But then she does remember.
her drunken call, remembers her confessions. Remembers Maggie calling
her sweetie, remembers Maggie running to get her, to give her water.
telling Maggie she wants to kiss her, and something about a promise to
continue the conversation when Alex is sober. If she wants.
And she does want. God, does she want.
right now? Right now, her face is red and she’s rolling over in
Maggie’s bed – in Maggie’s bed, in Maggie’s bed – and she’s groaning
and she’s apologizing, apologizing, over and over and over.
then there are tentative hands on her back, on her shoulder, and there’s
whispering, soft and gentle and careful and protective.
hey, hey, Danvers. Alex. You have nothing to apologize for. Okay? It
happens. Being drunk and all. It’s okay, you’re okay, I don’t… I don’t
think any less of you or – ”
“But I was so pathetic – ”
The sternness in Maggie’s voice makes her take her hands away from her
face and look up at her, at her messy hair, still in the basketball
shorts and hoodie she’d thrown on last night.
“No, Alex, you’re not pathetic. Okay? Far from it, you – ”
“Can you get up?”
“Oh! Yeah, of course, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just – ”
“No, it’s not that, it’s just – I have to pee.”
grins, partly amused, mostly relieved that Alex wasn’t repulsed by her
touch. She bows and sweeps her hands toward her bathroom, and Alex
returns the grin shyly.
Maggie collapses onto her bed and sighs and stares at her hands and tries to calm her racing heart, her burning desire.
She waits a few long minutes, until she hears Alex call, “Hey Maggie, can I use your mouthwash?”
you can!” she calls back, her heart racing, glad she’d brushed her own
teeth while Alex was still sleeping, because Alex had said she wanted to
kiss her, and maybe, just maybe… but no. No, no. She was probably
just trying to get rid of the taste of old alcohol in her mouth. That
had to be it.
She’s still trying to convince herself not to get
her hopes up – because god knows that never does any good – when she
realizes that Alex has opened the bathroom door, is leaning on it,
holding it, her head resting on it, staring at Maggie with a slightly
“You okay?” she asks, and Maggie almost jumps.
“Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that? You hungover?”
Alex stretches her neck out like she’s testing herself, and she shakes her head.
“Not really. You took good care of me.”
Maggie splutters, and she doesn’t remember any girl ever making her splutter before.
“I just gave you some water.”
Alex nods to the banana, aspirin, and water Maggie had already set out for you. “You did more than that.”
Maggie shrugs and stands, pushing off the bed with her hands on her thighs.
“Just being a good campus citizen, Danvers.”
face drops, and Maggie’s heart goes along with it. Alex crosses the
room slowly, tentatively, and Maggie forgets how to breathe.
that all?” Alex wants to know, and Maggie can look at nothing but her
lips, breathe nothing but her breath, think nothing but her confessions
the night before. Noticing her. Liking her. How smart she is. How cute.
That she’s been wanting to have Maggie take her back to her room. Been
wanting to kiss her.
Alex backs up immediately, her face a map of disappointment, of humiliation. Of self-hatred.
“I’m sorry – ”
“No, Alex, I… I sit all the way up in the back of the lecture hall, how did you even… notice me?”
smiles at that, at the hope she hears in Maggie’s voice, and she plops
back down on Maggie’s bed. Maggie joins her on the rumpled sheets, and
they both gulp when they realize that they might be fully clothed, they
might be sitting up, but they are, technically, in bed together.
“I can’t imagine ever not noticing you, Maggie,” Alex admits with no breath, with a bright red face and with shaking hands.
“But I’m just…”
“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful,” Alex whispers, and Maggie shakes her head.
“Alex – ”
said… I know I was drunk, but I could never forget this – you said
you’d come to bed with me. Kiss me. If I still wanted to, sober. And I’m
sober. And I… I still want to kiss you. Were you just being nice, or
do you – ”
Maggie cuts off her words with her lips, with gentle
hands on Alex’s face, thumbs swiping over her cheeks, index fingers lost
in her jawline, under her short hair, and Alex raises her eyebrows,
still with shock for a moment before she steadies herself with one hands
on Maggie’s shoulder and the other on her face, kissing her back,
kissing her back, kissing her back.
Maggie gasps when Alex’s lips
part for her tongue, and heat tears through her body when Alex swoons
against her with a gasp softer than air but more intense than anything
Maggie has ever heard or felt.
Alex tastes like her mouthwash and
she tastes like her heaven, and god, god, god, she’s never understood
the whole fireworks thing until this moment, here, now, Alex Danvers’s
trembling fingers on her shoulders, Alex’s tongue exploring her lips,
Alex’s body shifting so they’re as close as they can be without laying
down, Alex kissing her like she’s never been kissed, like she’s never
been seen, like she’s never been cared for, attended to… appreciated.
kiss until neither of them can breathe, until they have to part their
lips and press their foreheads together and breathe. Just breathe.
“Wow,” Maggie whispers.
“I’ve been wanting to do that,” Alex smiles, and Maggie mirrors it.
“Same, Danvers. Same.”
“So you’re saying you like me back. Cause that’s… that’s what I got.”
Maggie chuckles. What a nerd.
What a perfect, perfect nerd.
“Of course, you’re not gonna make me wait a whole term for our next kiss, are you?”
It’s Alex’s turn to chuckle, to run her fingers over Maggie’s hair, to pull her into their next kiss.
Their next kiss, and far, far, far from their last.
You rolled your eyes at the prom poster decorated on the school pillar. The annual mating call is back, you thought. You despised prom – it was just a call for drunken idiots and popular people reminding everyone of their status. You had to take a date, god forbid if you didn’t. You’d live it down your whole life. As you approached the pillar your arm instinctively stretched out and ripped the poster off, tossing it in the trash bin near the school entrance. You heard a distant ‘hey!’, but you ignored it as you walked into the school, heading toward your locker to grab your copy of The Sun Also Rises for your literature class.
“Hey, pussycat,” you didn’t bother to turn around. You’d be able to pick-out that incredibly annoying, unwanted voice anywhere. Jason Bomming. He’d been a pain in your ass since the beginning of high school and had been completely relentless to you since. He was the one person who knew which buttons to continuously push. “Choosing to ignore me today? Aw, kitten, you wound me.” You slammed your locker and turned quickly, shoving him out of your way. You had caught him by surprise and he stumbled back, almost landing on his ass.
“Choosing the usual amount of annoying today? Disappointing, really.” Your voice oozed of sarcasm as you stepped away from him and heading to your class, passing up a student who looked lost, someone you had never seen before. Must be new.
Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I
did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’,
basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal
quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m
not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy
Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.
blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were
getting to him.
ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.
nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my
astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”
still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”
with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same
ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on
his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were
going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they
came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d
speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on
their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they
had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his
wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really
wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.
gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.
with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was
really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.
notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he
did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on
the counter, making him jolt.
asked for a soy decafe latte.”
Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention
that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”
calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”
hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was
sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up.
He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at
him with no support.
asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary
he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his
long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of
him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was
sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.
you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are
stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free
drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers
for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”
looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward.
The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose
made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his
hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt
like he could breathe.
you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the
face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he
was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he
Um, thank you.”
overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend,
Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad
before, but still looked slightly annoyed.
hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith
sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked
nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”
out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”
rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he
turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping
really not necessary.” Shiro said
it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given
sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular.
Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”
latte for Keith.”
passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll
bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk
pulled Lance away a bit.
“I was gone
for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the
this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already
frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance
course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust
me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”
looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him
before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the
drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to
hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after
they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.
“You can get really protective can’t you?”
“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t
want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”
Wait, where they talking about him?
“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the
ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”
Tell him he
wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?
whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me
and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”
“Why do you
look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink
into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”
difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them
and my best bro, who I love deeply.”
feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.
“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked
out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait
until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”
“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”
I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him.
Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.
really? You didn’t mix words up?”
hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”
what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.
if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let
you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking
when Lance approached.
dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started
responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying
Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not
upset about what I heard.”
stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood
us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”
makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking
about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have
to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were
actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit
shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it
seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit
red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at
strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn,
if you don’t mind my asking?”
minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”
go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his
major in childhood education, so that might be why.”
forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it
is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think
it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s
Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”
cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”
the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before
handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out
giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure.
I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the
counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.
went really well.”
“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.
“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”
looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a
shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make
The one where Louis is an annoying customer who won’t leave Harry’s shop on time, and Harry is counting down the seconds until Louis leaves. Until a chance encounter at a concert, and suddenly, Harry really doesn’t want Louis to leave.
Louis is twenty years old and has been waiting for his soulmate and true love to come along since the day he was born. Harry is an eighteen year old youtuber who is skeptical of soulmates and the pressure of being the person someone else has been dreaming of their entire lives.
The canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.
Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.
It’s the little things that leaves a greater mark on someone’s life; the hugs at the most random moments, the stolen kisses, the late night drunken phone calls, the uncommon habit, the unplanned dates, and more. Because they’re the one that aren’t influenced by society’s silly expectations.
-the two of you would be drinking, you were a complete lightweight and got drunk rather easily-
*as he carried you to your room, laying you down on the bed; you delicately wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer* “Y/n, sweet pea, what are you doing you need to sleep.” *just them you press your lips against his and sweet mutter an I love you; his heart would practically leap out of his chest, but he’d try not to think much of it because you’d been drinking* “Just sleep y/n, you need your rest.”
-after getting your drunken call; he’d rush to go get you from the bar you were at-
*immediately after getting you into the car, he’d scold you* “Y/n you can’t be doing that, do you know how badly you worry me?” “If you’re going to drink-” *you’d suddenly cut him off as you interlocked your hand with his, resting your head on his shoulder- the moment you’d tell him, you little confession would have him in complete disbelief* “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
-after having a few drink with you and the others, the two of you would end up on the couch, cuddling-
*he had feelings for you for a while now, but never knew how to say it; the moment you uttered out your confession, his already flushed cheeks would turn bright red as he held you tighter* “I love you, too, y/n..” “Even if you’re just saying it because you’re drunk.. I still love you with all my heart.”
-neither one of you really drank too much, ever, so the mixed drinks the two of you decided to have after dinner got to you both rather fast-
*he’d be laughing already to some dad joke he told minutes before when you’d suddenly confess to him* “Yah, why are you saying that?” *commence the nervous, unsure laughter*
-since he’d be more of a heavyweight when it came to drinking, he’d end up being your caregiver the entire; just making sure you didn’t you’d regret-
*walking you to your room, he’d lay you in bed and tuck you in when you’d suddenly start crying* “Why are you crying, y/n?” “What’s wrong?” *you’d suddenly practically beg for him to hold you as you confessed to him; sitting himself on the edge of your bed, he’d gently rub your back until you fell asleep, thinking about your heartfelt words the entire time*
-after a long night of annoying his hyungs with your combined loudness as the two of you drank; you’d end up hooking up with him-
*right after finishing, he’d pull you in his arms and tenderly stroke your hair when you’d bury your face into his chest and sleepily mutter I love you* “Really, y/n? You love me?” *leaning down, kissing your forehead as a silent confession for his own feelings towards you*
-the two of you would be at the bar with the others, just enjoying a few drinks with them before both of you decided to head back to the dorm first-
*on the car drive there, the two of you sat in the back together as one of their staff members drove y’all back to the dorm- without warning, you’d lay your head on his lap, lightly grasping his hand* “Wh- What are you doing, y/n?” *you’d immediately drop the bomb, drunkily pouring your heart out to him as he ran his fingers through your hair; an adorable boxy smile would paint across his face while staring down at you* “I love you too, sweet girl.” “I always have.”
@kpop-is-mye-lifeu requested: “Would you please please pretty please do an nct 127 reaction (members: Mark, Doyoung, Taeil, Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta and Jaehyun) reaction to their gf being very drunk, when she has never touched alcohol before? Thanks chingu lol <3″
Aww yes! I would love to do this reaction because this would be so me if I ever got drunk. No worries chingu I got you 😄 I know you have had to wait a while so to compensate for that I made this fluffy! Happy Reading 💛
He reached the bar where you had gone out with your friends and saw you sitting outside with your belongings scattered around you. “Y/N” he crouched down cautiously. He collected your things and put them in your bag. When you reached home, he piggy backed you inside and laid you on the bed. He took off your shoes and covered you with a blanket. He turned off lights and came back with a glass of water and put it on your bedside table and some painkillers for the morning. He then laid down next to you and gathered your flail body in his arms and kissed your forehead. “Thank god you are safe” he whispered against your forehead.
“Stay there with her and don’t leave her alone” he said with urgency over the phone. He was worried all the way, because he knew you would get sick. He was handed your sleeping from by your friend. He considered taking you to the hospital but a phone call with Doyoung helped him calm down. “Ughh why do you do shit like this when you know..” he said to no one particularly. He kept glancing over at you making sure you were fine. The next morning he sat you down and gave a lecture for a good hour before cupping your face and kissing you with intensity you had never experienced before. “ Don’t do this ever again. You know you can’t handle it”
Doyoung was very pissed off the day after he brought you home in a drunken state. He was sitting on the couch looking up at nothing in particular. You were making the best puppy face you could muster. “Don’t give me that Y/F/N” he said. You tried speaking but he cut you off before you could say a single word. “You my love will only listen to me. I am not happy that you got yourself in that situation. You have never touched alcohol before and anything could have happened to you in such a state” he continued. You apologized profusely. “I am just worried is all. I want you safe” he said as his arms automatically wrapped around your hunched figure.
You came home stumbling, stuttering and an half conscious mess. Yuta led you towards the couch. He handed you a glass of water and a painkiller just in case. You were able to stay conscious but not for long. He sat next to you watching over you, making sure you didn’t puke all over the place and just generally because he was worried for you. “You know you always end up giving me frights out of nowhere. You are one crazy girl, but I love you so I end doing crazy shit for you” he said as he tucked strands of hair behind your ear. He kissed your cheek, and made himself comfortable on the love seat, turning on the tv.
He couldn’t wrap his head around the whole situation. “Why did you drink so much for your first time?” He asked as he held your hair back as you puked. He forgot for a second you probably couldn’t talk. “Y/N baby come to your senses please. I need you to take care of yourself” He wasn’t angry or anything he just couldn’t understand why you decided to chug down a whole bottle in your first try. “It was a dare…” you said in between retching. “Next time don’t so this to yourself. I really can’t see you in a such a state” he gently stroked your head as he held the rest of your hair back still.
He was one worried boy. After you had come home in a drunken state he ended calling his mom asking her for a solution. He made a hangover juice for you, which you drank and came to your senses in no time. “Do you need anything? A paper bag, a bucket, a towel, painkillers, food?” He rambled on. “Jae, baby I am okay” you assured him with a smile. “No you are not. Do you feel sick anywhere? he asked.You shook your head, so he helped you into bed, and tucked you in. He gave you warm milk to help you sleep, and put on soft music on his phone which he placed next to you. “Goodnight my princess. Sleep well and be more careful.” he kissed your nose as your eyes closed shut.
This lil baby would be very confused. He called one of the older boys to help him. Once you had fallen asleep, he sat next to you on the bed holding your hand. “You know I wouldn’t be able to tell you this if you were awake, but I love you and I am sorry” His breathed hitched in his throat as you stirred in your sleep. He continued when he was sure you really were asleep. “I don’t know how to handle such situations too well. But I promise to be more mature in the future and take care of you like you deserve to be taken care of ” he smiled softly. Kissing the back of your hands he left you peacefully in your slumber.