Amy tries to close the door quietly, but she lets go of the handle too soon and the door slams mercilessly.
“Oops,” she giggles.
“Amy!” Sheldon calls her. He has entered the room and turned on the light, “It’s very late. What are you- You are drunk!” He realizes at last.
She bites her lips “No! I’ve just had a drink or two with the lab guys,” she says, “We found out how… wait, I know that.”
Sheldon raises his eyebrows, but Amy continues, “You know that! We discovered… the stuff in the brain that does that stuff, you know?” She makes a big smile and puppy eyes, and almost stumbles in her own legs.
He rushes to offer his support, but she refuses, “I don’t need it, I’m fine,” she insists.
“No, you are not,” Sheldon retorts, “You’d better admit it and let me help you.”
“No, no, I’m proving you I’m not drunk. I’m reciting you your wedding vows by heart!” She offers.
“My wedding vows?” Sheldon is surprised, “How can you…?”
Amy wiggles her hips with a naughty smile, “I peeked…”
Sheldon sighs, and moves to reach her. “I am greatly disappointed by you right now,” he says as he offers the hand again, “However, I’m going to help you undress and go to bed.”
“Ooh, you want to get me into bed!” Amy says with an attempt of seductive tone, “Oh, wait! We already sleep together. We’re getting married!” She exclaims then like she had just found out it.
Sheldon shakes his head, but he also smiles, amused. As far as he disapproves of her behaviour, he does enjoy her drunken candor.
“Yeah, we’re getting married,” he confirms, “so would you please trust your fiancé and let him bring you safely to bed?”
Amy melts in another big smile and nods, finally taking his hand. Sheldon helps her stand, but she immediately falls into his arms. He soon realizes there’s only a way to cut things short.
In one swift move, he picks her up. She quickly grabs his neck, and rests her head on his shoulder, “See, I am even training to carry you across the threshold on our first night…” Sheldon jokes.
Cautiously, he tries to move with her toward the bedroom. She closes her eyes, and murmurs, “I knew you could lift me like this…”
They arrive at the bed, and he gently lays her down. Amy has essentially fallen asleep, but she keeps talking, “… since the moment I first laid eyes on you, and this is the one thing I know with absolute certainty….”
“That’s right,” he says, starting to get her shoes off.
thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.
thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3
summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate
pairing: eddie and richie
Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.
His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.
Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.
He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.
Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.
Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.
Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.
“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.
Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.
He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.
Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.
“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.
“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.
“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.
Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.
Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”
Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?
He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”
Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.
Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.
“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.
Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”
Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”
Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”
Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”
Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.
“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.
“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.
Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”
After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.
Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.
“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”
“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.
Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.
The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.
The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.
“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.
“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”
“Then why are you avoiding me?”
Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.
Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”
Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.
Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.
“Yes, you can.”
“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”
Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”
“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.
Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.
After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”
“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”
“Just hear me ou-”
“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.
“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.
“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.
Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”
Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.
Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.
Imagine Bill dressing your son Roman up as Pennywise for Halloween
Your husband had spent the day going costume shopping with your four year old son Roman
“so what does my little Roman want to be for halloween?” He asked as they walked around the costume store hand in hand
“I wanna look like Pennywise daddy”
“What! You wanna look like Pennywise” He gasped and smiled
Roman nodded his head yes. They walked down isles looking for a clown costume. He pulled out the perfect costume and took his son the changing room to try it on.
“Perfect. Now lets buy this and get you home so Brian can do your facepaint”
Brian was Bills makeup artist for the movie IT . Roman jumped up and down in excitement.
“Can we scare mommy?” He asked
Bill smirked at his son “Of course, since it’s Halloween”
After three hours of looking for the perfect costume for Roman, they arrived home and had gotten straight into his character as Pennywise Jr. Brian came over to the house to do Romans makeup while Bill was decorating the house with cobwebs and skeletons. He then placed red balloons on the mailbox.
An hour had passed and Brian was finished with his marvelous creation and left the house to finish doing other peoples makeup for a halloween party
“Thanks Brian much appreciated” Bill handed Brian money and hugged him goodbye
. You had just arrived home from work and saw that the house was decorated. Soon there would be kids at your doorstep
“Okay buddy, mommies home. Time to scare her” Bill ran around the house quickly and turned off all the lights
“Baby im home” You walked inside the dark house, noticing that all the lights were off except the kitchen light. You followed the light and saw a red ballon floating on the ceiling. You pulled the string and saw that the ballon had words written in big bold letters “You’ll Float Too!”
Hearing a noise go past behind you, you turned around and saw something run past. Fearing for your life, you backed up against the kitchen bench and grabbed the first thing you saw. A wooden spoon.
“Whose there?” You said in a shaky voice
To be honest, you weren’t the one who liked being scared by people. You looked around and saw the light flicker, and then it turned off. You heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and then the sound of someone running up the stairs. You raised the wooden spoon ready to hit whatever was going to pounce out at you.
Walking up the stairs slowly, you saw the light from under Romans bedroom door on. Placing a hand on the handle you opened the door slowly.
“BOO!” Roman jumped from behind the door dressed as Pennywise the clown, scaring you
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, hand over your chest. Bill laughed as he cam out of the closet with his pone video recording you.
“We tricked you mommy” Roman ran up to you and gave you a tight hug to your leg, you bent over and picked him up kissing his red lips
“You sure did. Wow look at you!” You said in surprise
Bill walked over to you kissing your cheek
“Like it?” he asked “He wanted to dress as Pennywise, so I bought his costume and asked Brian to come over and do his makeup” His arm wrapped behind your back
“I wanted to look like daddy this halloween mommy” Roman giggled
“I see. You look very handsome, my little Pennywis Jr” You chuckled placing him on the floor.
There was a knock at the door, and Roman ran down stairs with you and Bill following behind.
“Boo!” Roman shouted as he opened the door seeing kids dressed as witches, vampires and other creatures. They saw Roman and screamed.
Bill laughed holding his hand to his chest.
“See! The kids got scared” He told you
You crossed your arms and tried to hold in the laughter while Roman gives each kid a candy.
“Okay bud, mommy is ganna take care of the kids and you and I are going trick or treating” Bill put on a jacket, and lifting Roman on his shoulders. As they passed you he pecked your cheek while Roman sat comfortably on his fathers shoulders.
“Be back soon darling” He said walking down the steps of the front door
“Bye mommy!” Roman waved
“No eating too much candy okay sweetie.” Making sure your son doesn’t have a sugar rush tonight
“Yes mommy, I love you”
You watched you son and husband walk through the streets of your neighborhood and dissapear. While they went out trick or treating, you stayed home and offered kids who knocked on your door for candy.
Summary: A/B/O!AU. Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, language
Word Count: ~9,190 (… oops?)
A/N: So I started writing this with the intent to post it when I hit 200 followers. Well that milestone came and went and I’m quickly approaching 300 so it’s high time I posted this. I love all of you and hope you enjoy this <3
I’ve been wanting to write an A/B/O fanfic for a while. So, here it finally is.
I may or may not have gotten… completely carried away writing this.
The first time he smelled her was when he was on a mission. Vanilla and Wildflower. The single-minded focus that had been drilled into him by the Hydra brainwashing and training was severed in an instant and his head whipped around to search for the source. He tore his mask off and dropped it onto the ground unceremoniously, sniffing the air frantically as he tried to pinpoint the scent. His blood sang in his veins.
The scents of the city made it hard to pinpoint her, but he wouldn’t give up. He left the spot he’d been staking out for hours, rifle forgotten on the ledge as he jumped off of the roof, dropping two stories onto the ground and rolled to diffuse the worst of the impact. His knees protested in agony anyway, but he ignored them along with the shocked cries of bystanders as he followed her scent.
He’d smelled other Omegas before. Most of them had been claimed, just a passing flicker of recognition in the back of his mind while he was out on mission. Rarely, he’d catch the scent of an unclaimed Omega, but even then it was only a brief, fleeting distraction, his Hydra programming overriding his biological programming.
Something about this Omega broke the control Hydra had over his mind, cutting through the fog with ease. He realized distantly that he’d started remembering things about himself; the feeling of chasing after an omega was familiar, linking him back to a life that had long been erased from his memory.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Stan x Reader and slight Richie x Reader
Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, mentions of sex, and sexual abuse (mild)
It was only five in the evening, yet the sun was setting and the sky was black instead of a peaceful blue hue. Being the month of January, it made the days shorter and the nights longer, something of which you hated. Night was the worst, it reminded you of all the worst things. The dark was a treacherous thing and you despised it.
But yet, as you ran, one foot in front of the other in the quickest motion you could muster, no part of you seemed to care. For the past few days, hell for the past month, you’d been trying to deny what you knew you saw. Tried to tell yourself it was only your nightmares, bleeding into the day and your mind playing tricks on yourself. The images, the memories and the mis-haps, you’d tried to ignore it.
But tonight you were sure, sure that it was IT. It had to be…
When you’d run out of the room and out of the school, you weren’t exactly sure where your feet were leading you. Who could you tell? Who could you tell that wouldn’t think you were a complete mental idiot? Certainly not Henry or any of his friends, and your mother wasn’t an option.
The option was quite clear, and you knew it deep down that it was the right one. But you didn’t know what they’d think, any of them. They’d left you the minute IT was no longer a threat, and from what you’d seen no one even seemed to remember that clown that taunted you all. Wouldn’t they think you were insane as well? The thought pained you, made you feel isolated in your fear… but you reminded yourself that they had been there. You remembered it clearly, they saw IT then, so why couldn’t they now?
You had to tell someone… but your options were limited. Bill? Beverly? You didn’t even know where they were nowadays. Ben? No… MIke? No. Stan? Hadn’t spoken one word to him in months. That only left Eddie and Richie… neither of which you wanted to confront, after the whole episode in the hall. Eddie seemed like the better option, seeing as Richie hated you from what you’d seen… but you knew his mother and knew he’d be home by now. You weren’t getting into that house no matter how hard you tried.
That only left Richie… and you knew exactly where he’d be.
a/n: AHHHHHHHHHH IM SCREAMING BECAUSE BROOOOOO THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR SO LONG AND IM JUST NOW WRITING IT AHHHHHHH. but on another note, lemme know what you think!! please!!
summary: tom and the reader are roommates and he has to close his eyes to help her out in certain situations
warnings: uhhh mentionings of nudity and some foul language
“Thomas!” I yell from the bathroom, hiding my bare, cold, and wet body from behind the shower curtain.
God this was so embarrassing, but an honest mistake as well. My face started to heat up, my mind making up scenarios and the things Tom would say. He’d probably think I’m a major dumbass and who wants to live with a dumbass? Idiots. And Tom is not an idiot so therefor, after this is finished with, I am expecting him to start boxing up his stuff or something.
“Y/N? What’s up, is something wrong?” I hear his concerned voice muffled behind the closed door.
A soft smile is brought to my face at the sound of him, but I hurry to answer his question, “I’m fine, just forgot my towel on my bed. Can you like, I don’t know…”
There’s a brief silence between us and I hear his lighthearted chuckle, “You want me to bring it in there for you, Y/N?”
“I’m that much of a trouble?”
“Not at all, darling.” I listen to his footsteps fade away and then another light knock against the door, “I’m coming in, my hand is over my eyes so I won’t see you.”
I peek from behind the curtain and hold my hand out. The doorknob twists and he opens the door. It hits the door stopper and he walks in. I can’t help but let out a little giggle at how adorable he was acting. I’m glad he let me have my privacy and that he didn’t seemed phased by this. I grab the towel and thank him, our hands brushing in the midst of him handing off the towel.
“You’re great, T.” I smile, drying myself off from behind the curtain.
I hear him shut the door then on the other side of it say, “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that about me!”
Well actually, not really, more like piss but whatever. I’m still stuck on the toilet with no toilet paper. Why am I always stuck in this situation, and why do I always drag Tom into them? By this point, he probably doesn’t care, but I always feel so guilty afterwards.
“Tom!” I yell his name, setting my elbows on my knees in an effort to lean closer to the door. No response, “Thomas Stanley!”
Quick footsteps sound and they make their way closer to the door until it swings open, Tom appearing on the doorframe right in front of me, “Sorry love what’s up-“
“Tom! Get out what the fuck!”
The door slams as I grab the hem of the oversized sweater was wearing and tried to hide myself with it. My face burns with embarrassment, knowing all too well that he saw more than either of us wanted. I hold my head in my hands, mortified. Man, I need to start locking the door.
“I am-” Tom sighs from the other side of the door, “so stupid. And so so so sorry, Y/N.”
I breathe out a laugh, letting go of the sweater, “Your not stupid, it’s fine.”
“What did you need, darling?”
“Uhhh, toilet paper. Sorry.” I chuckle, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was walk back in to the bathroom with me still sitting on the toilet.
“Alright, I’ll close my eyes this time. I promise.” he says, the smile on his face was evident in his voice.
The door handle twists again and I pull my shirt down again, just in case. His entire arm is thrown across his eyeslids this time as he holds out the toilet paper. I snatch it and he quickly turns around, blindly finding the door and walking out. It was a hilariously precious sight, and so nice knowing that I had at least a little dignity left.
“Thank you! I love you!” I call, tearing off some of the paper, the ripping sounding like angels singing.
“Of course. Wouldn’t want to deliver toilet paper to anyone other than you.”
“Arrghhh!” I groan, throwing my arms down at my sides and stomping my foot in frustration, “This is why I should always wear sports bras.”
The clasp on the back of my bra was stuck and wouldn’t come undone. I would try and pull it over my head, but being that this is my nicest one, I wasn’t willing to risk damaging it. I look at the time on the stove and huff before throwing my arms behind my back again and struggling miserably, again. I should probably head back to my bedroom instead of standing in the middle of the kitchen with no shirt. But alas, the flat door opened and in followed Tom.
And like any sensible girl does when she’s only wearing a bra, I collapsed to the ground, hiding behind the kitchen island.
“Y/N? Why are you broached behind the island?” he laughs, confused by my hiding.
“Uh,” I mumble, trying to think of a reasonable excuse but none are believable, so, i just blurt, “I’m not wearing a shirt and I can’t unhook my bra. Help?”
“My eyes are already closed, love.”
I rise slowly from the ground, watching him navigate his way towards me by touching everything. I guide him, and finally he’s behind me. His fingers cold against my hot skin, causing goosebumps to rise as he fiddles with the clasp.
“Oh, lacey? Who were trying to impress, Y/N?” he hums teasingly, playing with some of the small ruffles on the straps.
“I thought your eyes were closed, hmm? Don’t be a peeping Tom now, Tom.” I laugh at my own pun and can practically sense Tom rolling his eyes at my terrible comment.
“They are love, I’m a man of my word, I can feel the lace though.” He says, his breath hitting the back of my neck, causing a slight shiver to go down my spine, “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Myself.” I state matter-of-factly.
“Atta girl.” he chuckles, finally twisting the clasp free.
“Wow, you must have experience, Holland.” I chuckle, wondering how in the world he unhooked it with his eyes closed.
“Well,” he mumbles, eyes still closed as I start to walk away, “I may have peeked once or twice. And the blue looks nice on you I must say.”
“Thomas!” I squeal, running back to my room and shutting the door behind me.
jerkwad neighbor who loves parking in my driveway parked there again
this winter. He apparently didn’t learn. We had several snow storms this
winter and there were advisories to not park your car in the street,
for plowing purposes. Of course shit nugget still doesn’t want to pay
$270 for a parking pass, where he lives. My parents were visiting, so
all of our cars were in my driveway. We were having dinner, and here it
is in the middle of the fucking night he doesn’t call-first, nor does he
ring on the door bell. He bangs on the door [not knock, there’s a
difference] interrupting dinner with my family. I ask what his problem
“I can’t park on the street, let me park in your driveway.”
Ex-fucking-cuse me?? No “May I?” let alone a “please?” I, politely
said “No, you can’t” and especially since my driveway was full and it’s
MY FUCKING DRIVEWAY, I’m not going to move my parents’ cars nor mine
just for him to park. He left and went to demand parking in other
neighbors’ driveways. They too-know he’s a piece of shit and are long
fed up with him as well, so they said no.
He comes back later after hearing him swear up and down the block. He
knocks again and I tell him that he can park if he gave me $60 bucks; I
wager that’s the price if he wants to take my time out from having
dinner with my family to move all the cars out of my driveway and have
him at the end of the driveway [so he wouldn’t be blocking us in]. He
starts cursing and walks away. I didn’t care; finished dinner with my
The next day came about and it’s when the advisory is in effect. My
parents took my dad’s car and they went to get groceries, only to come
back and find that asshole parked in the driveway, AGAIN! Okay. Now you
wanna play? I tried calling a truck, but they were in a delay what with
getting people out of their cars and the tow-truck companies are fully
booked during the winter, so I wasn’t going to wait hours. I didn’t ring
his doorbell or anything because I knew his response [he pretends to
not be home when it’s times to alert him of his shitdickness].
Having some warm cider in my living room, I see him leave with a
friend and they go out, but he rides with his friend and leaves his car
in my driveway. Lightbulbs turned on. My driveway is mostly flat,
thankfully, so my dad and I jacked the rear end if his car and pivoted
it out of the way, and there was barely enough to wiggle my dad’s car
back into the driveway. But we got it out of the way enough that we
could get cars in and out of the driveway with careful maneuvering. Now
he’s still gone, and so I took the jack back under his car, and jacked
the car up right on its catalytic converter. Its bent and has left a
slight opening in the exhaust-work.
Also left a scratch at the bases of his door, have fun with rust, in
some time. It’s pretty freaking cold out and I had brought in my garden
hose for the winter, but I hooked it up to my basement sink and set it
on mist and thoroughly showered his car with water, giving it a decent
coating of ice over the door handles, on the windshield, and windows.
The snow gets heavy and we haven’t noticed him return yet [we figure
he would return because he’d have to be flumoxed about his car being
covered in ice]. We got an idea, though. The snow stopped a bit and we
began some shoveling and packed mounds of snow around his car, thus
making it inaccessible.
He returns and asks what happened to his car. I ask him why he parked
where people shovel snow into piles. He knew damn well he parked there,
but it was fun watching him take an entire day trying to melt the ice
and free his car. He said he was going to call the cops, and so I told
him to, he didn’t since he probably knew he would get fined and I can
charge him with trespassing. Dumbass also thought it was a good idea to
try and melt ice with hot water; cracked his windshield. Have fun with
rust and an exhaust leak. Try it again. Play stupid ass games, win
fucking stupid-ass prizes.
TL;DR Neighbor still parked in my driveway and
interrupted dinner with my family, so I iced him in and left him some
surprises with his car.
First of all who the heck gave Tom permission to do this? That is not okay?
Tom is asked if he loves you, and he hesitates to answer…
Warnings: one f word but that’s it
“And that is when I fell.” Jacob finished his story.
I laughed along with the audience. Tightening the warm blanket around myself, I continued to watch the interview from the couch in Tom’s private room. Traveling with Tom to his final set of interviews was amazing. Not only did it mean that I got to travel around North America, but it also meant I got to spend time with Tom.
“Excuse me miss,” a young woman said poking her head into the room. “May we come in and leave Mr. Hollands gifts?” she asked.
“Sure.” I said standing up from the couch.
The lady smiled and opened the door all the way. Behind her was a very built man pushing a cart filled with flowers, assortments of candy, and gift baskets. They placed them all over the room and left.
My eyes scanned the now filled room, wondering which of the goodies to try first. Obviously I choose the chocolate covered strawberries.
I mean, Tom doesn’t like those, right? I innocently thought to myself. I grabbed the box of strawberries and sat down on my previous spot.
“Tom did you bring your girlfriend with you today?” asked an older looking reporter.
“Well, she isn’t my property so no, I didn’t bring her. But she did come with me.” he said with a tight smile on his face as the audience laughed lightly. He didn’t quite like answering questions about me since he didn’t know what I considered crossing the line. At least that is what he told me. If he answered every question about me, they would just ask more. But the interviewer didn’t seem to be backing down.
“My apologies,” said the reporter. “I didn’t mean it like that. But as a follow up question. Is it hard to be with one woman with the level of attention you get? Like, after a stressful day, or with all the women who would love to be with you?”
What. The. Fuck.
Zendaya looked at Tom from the corner of her eye and then straight at the audience. Laura just looked startled. Jacob looked like he was about to fight someone. Robert didn’t bother hiding his glare to the reporter. If only your boring buddy, Harrison, was here. We usually kept each other company while Tom was in interviews and such.
I looked at the screen, waiting for Tom’s answer. Tom is cleaver. He wouldn’t say anything that would get him into trouble…right?
But Tom looked calm. Too calm…
“No, it isn’t hard.” He answered. “I believe that there are people in this world that are cheaters and those who are not. And I am pretty sure I am not one of them.”
The crowed of fans cheered and Tom smiled a genuine smile. The reporter looked pretty angry, but just wrote something down.
Other reporters asked the cast questions.
“Zendaya! How come we don’t have any bloopers with you?”
“Imagine if I messed up on my 8 or so lines”
“How did it feel to be the only adult in the main cast, Robert?”
“He didn’t act like an adult!”
Eventually, they asked Tom about Tessa. His whole face lit up. Mine did too, but because I found another box with a dozen chocolate covered strawberries. Thank you Godiva!
“Yeah, I love her a lot.” He finished, still talking about Tessa.
“What about y/n?” a familiar voice asked.
“What about y/n?” Tom asked.
“Do you love her?” the annoying reporter asked. I froze.
Wow. Awkward. Tom and I never talked about it. I mean, we have talked about how much we mean to each other, but that was more in a teasing way. Do I love Tom? Yeah, I do. Does Tom love me? I don’t know…
I hope he does. I have thought about it, and I CAN see a future with him. Getting married, having kids, getting into arguments, the whole thing.
But I am not sure if he feels the same way…
He looked shocked. My stomach made a noise and I regretted eating so much. Tom was obviously hesitating quite a bit.
I decided to send him a quick text.
Hey, it’s alright. I won’t hold anything against you.
I watched the television as Tom looked down at his phone. He read the text and then look at the camera. It made it seem like he was looking at me.
He took a deep breath then answered, “There have been a lot of things that I am not sure of. But I can tell you with the upmost confidence that yes, I do love her.”
Some fans cheered. Some awed.
I just felt a pain in my chest.
Soon after the interview was over, the cast made its way over to the commons area, where they got to talk and hang out during their breaks and such. I stayed in the room, scrolling on my social media. It was hard. People kept tagging me in videos of Tom saying he loved me, messaging me, someone even sent an email asking if I would like to give an interview about it to a magazine.
The door handle turned and Tom stepping into the room.
“Hey!” I greeted, as if nothing had happened. That was my decision. I was going to pretend it didn’t happen.
“Hey.” he responded as he walked over to me. Tom gave me a quick peck on the cheek and motioned for me to scoot over. I did, giving him a questioning look. Why did he make me move when there was all this space on the other side of the couch.
He sat down and, to my surprise, pulled me towards him. My head was on his chest and his hand was playing with my fingers. We sat there in comfortable silence for a while before I spoke.
“I ate about two dozen chocolate covered strawberries that were for you.” I sheepishly admitted. He laughed softly before responding.
“That’s okay.” Tom took a deep breath before continuing. “We should talk about what happened though.”
Not if it means getting my heart broken…
“I’m sorry, but I’ll buy you more. Promise” I replied, avoiding the real topic.
He shook his head. “No y/n, not that. The other thing.” He paused. “The I lo-”
“I love you.” I finished. “Yeah I guess we should.”
We stayed in our position on the couch for a while before I spoke up again.
“Look Tom, like I said in the text, I’m not holding it against you. This is your way out I guess.” A tear rolled down my face and onto my lip. I licked it off. Salty I thought. “I understand why you did it. And it’s okay.”
“Is it because you don’t love me?” he asked suddenly.
I sat up and looked into his warm brown eyes. His face turned to worry when he saw the tears streaming down my face. Which means if I don’t stop crying soon, booger bubbles will start to form. Hashtag, not a pretty crier.
“No Tom. It’s because I love you. And because I love you, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” I cried. He grabbed my head and brought it back to his chest, stroking my hair.
“That’s the thing y/n. I do love you. I’ve loved you for quite sometime now, I just never told you.” He answered.
“Well, maybe not anymore. I mean you did eat all my chocolate covered strawberries.”
I laughed. A real laugh. And Tom laughed too. He wiped my tears away with his thumb and pressed his lips to mine. Sitting back, I smiled and poked Tom’s cheek.
“Aw Tom, you love me.” I teased. He laughed and stood up, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder.
“Oh shut up y/n. But yes, I do love you.” He said walking to the door and opening it. “I love you enough to make you Mrs. Holland someday.”
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