about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises.
Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!
The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.
“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”
“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.
“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.
Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.
And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.
“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.
“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.
“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”
You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.
This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.
Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.
It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.
“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.
The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.
Your phone beeped once.
Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.
You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.
It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.
A text came in. You peeked.
Tom x : babe, what’s up? u just hung up?
10. 50 pm
Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.
10. 52 pm
Tom x : why did u decline the call?
10. 58 pm
Tom x : did i do something wrong?
11. 05 pm
You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.
Me : idk ask zendaya lmao
Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.
Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.
Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?
Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.
Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.
Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx
You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.
His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.
His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.
Probably for my reply, you thought.
When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.
Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx
“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.
He picked it up immediately after the third ring.
“Hello?” he said quickly.
“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.
“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”
“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”
You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.
Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.
Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.
You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.
You missed him so much.
And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.
The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.
There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.
You missed him too much.
Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.
Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.
You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.
Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛
Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.
Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry
Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE
Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel
Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me
Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you
Tom x : i jusT PUKED I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER
Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY
You stared at the screen, taking it all in.
Tom got drunk last night.
Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.
Instead, this was from Harrison.
Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.
You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.
It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.
You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x
EXO reacting to being in love with you but you’re both in relationships
DISCLAIMER: some of these imagines don’t involve the boys in relationships just a few of them. ALSO idk anything about love so if this is lame thats why lmao
Suho: It’s been a year since he met you at that reunion with his friends. One of your closest friends kept talking about how his girlfriend was the best thing that could have ever happen to him. That day of the reunion at Suho’s friend the universe decided that it was time for the both of you to meet. Suho was serving himself a drink in the kitchen when you walked in to grab a bottle of wine. As soon as he laid eyes on you he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. You looked like a dream for him, you always did since that day. “Hurry up, Junmyeon! the karaoke is about to start” you smiled at him as you walked out of the kitchen with the bottle of wine in your hands “Y-yeah, I’m coming” he replied. You were in his mind at all times since that day, but it hurt him to see you with one of his closest friends. Every time there were reunions he would feel a pain in his chest for liking you so much…no this was not just liking someone…this was love. He was madly in love with you. Little did he know that the feeling was mutual.
Lay: Traveling was part of his job and damn he was a workaholic. In one of his recent visits to Korea he met with the entire production team that was working with him for his new solo album. You were on board for working with Lay since day one, but you barely met him that day at the production team meeting. “Lay, this is Y/N she’s our editor for the music video” his manager introduced you both and you were so excited to meet him. You kept talking about how great he was and how much you admired him since the beginning. You and Lay became really close during the making of his album. Sometimes you hung up with him after work, usually went to buy coffee. You had so much in common but at the same time you were so different. “So…do you have a boyfriend?” Lay asked one of those days as he drove you home like the gentleman he was “I do, but he lives in the US at the moment” you answered with a shy smile on your face while Lay’s chest started aching. “Ah, he’s very lucky. I bet he loves you a lot” He said trying to hide the pain he felt. He barely knew you but he couldn’t help feeling this way for you. And you were also feeling the same for him.
Xiumin: He’d been hiding his relationship with a classmate from his university. Not even SM or the media knew, he was really good at keeping everything in secret. He had been dating this girl for roughly five months and one day they decided to have a casual date at their favorite coffee shop. Him and his girlfriend got closer to the counter and he started ordering. “Hello welcome what can I get…you?” you started working there two weeks ago and Xiumin was by far the most handsome man you could have ever seen in the shop. You looked at his face scanning the menu that was hanging from the ceiling in the back of the counter, when he looked at you to order he held his breath for a second. Ever since that day he couldn’t forget your face, or your voice. He loved his girlfriend and he felt bad for thinking about you for a month. He would visit the coffee shop on his own and the both of you had little conversations until you became good friends. One day you finished your shift and your boyfriend showed up to pick you up. Xiumin remembers seeing you smiling and kissing your boyfriend’s cheek after work. He hated this, he hated being in love with someone that was taken, just like you did.
Baekhyun: You were really good friends with Suho and one day you decided to go visit him at his new dorm. When you knocked on the door Baekhyun was the one that opened. You were so shocked at first because you’d never seen him in person, only on TV or on pictures or on EXO’s music videos. Now he was standing in front of you with a big smile plastered on his face. “Come in! You must be Suho’s friend…Y/N?” he asked you letting you in “You’re much prettier in person” he said scratching the back of his head a little embarrassed, he even looked away shyly for a little bit. Suho went to get groceries with Sehun because they were going to make a special dinner for you, so it took them a while to come back. Ever since that day you and Baekhyun became best friends. You both were dating other people at the time but also you two would have coffee dates just to talk about all the dumb shit your boyfriend and his girlfriend did to make you angry. One day you both were having lunch after he finished practicing and when the waitress brought you the ticket she said you made a great couple because you were always laughing. “Umm…thank you but…we’re not a couple ma’am” Baekhyun said hiding his sadness behind that pretty smile of his. You felt your heart ache because you loved him so much it was crazy. He paid for your food and the both of you went home. He felt frustrated because he couldn’t say how much he loved you because he knew you loved your boyfriend so much and saw how happy you were with him. It just sucked.
Chanyeol: “Look I made a new song” Chanyeol sent you another link for a sound could recording. It was the third one this week. Honestly you really liked listening to his songs and you really liked his voice. There was something special about this new song he made, he sang with so much passion it made you shiver. “There is a hidden message in it…I hope you can figure it out” he wrote as a new text but hesitated on sending it to you but before he pressed sent you sent a message back “I loved it, I can’t wait to show it to my bf he’s gonna love it! He really likes your songs” Chanyeol smiled for himself. It was a sad smile because you were always the first person to ever listen to his new songs before anyone else, your friendship was also one of the most valuable things he could have ever had, he just treasured you. You met your current bf because of him one day you went to a dinner with some friends of his, you and one of his friends hit it off instantly and he was happy for the both of you but also he felt sad overtime you talked about your bf or when he talked about you in front of him. He wanted to be your source of happiness. He really loved everything about you.
Chen: The both of you met at school one day that you had to prepare a group project. You were friends with Chen’s girlfriend since you were in high school and the day you met Chen it was like meeting an actual prince. It was sad for you because you were already dating someone else and you just felt bad for liking your friends boyfriend so much. You and Chen sat together in class all the time and you always had a fun time with him. Chen would help you out with your studying and you would help him by giving him the notes of the class whenever he had a schedule with EXO. Being a celebrity and a full time student was very hard for Chen but somehow he managed to survive through everything thanks to you. Besides being classmates you were also really good friends, and whenever Chen or you had arguments with your partners you would vent out to each other, which always ended up in laughs. “You know…sometimes I wish you were my girlfriend” Chen said one day you were walking out of your class. One day while lying in bed he realized he really liked you and the thought of you being with that other guy made him so frustrated.
D.O: You and Kyungsoo met on the set of a movie. You were the scriptwriters assistant and you helped Kyungsoo to rehearse for his scenes. You were around the same age so he felt really comfortable being with you. His usual seriousness would go away whenever he was with you and even his tone of voice would change while you talked about how the filming and your lives were going. He loved to see you smile and the sound of your laugh was the his favorite sound ever. The day he found out you were dating someone he felt he’d lost all hope. Your friendship with him was still as strong as always, but whenever you mentioned your boyfriend Kyungsoo would go stiff and uninterested. “I swear…the other day I told him he should be more like you” you told Kyungsoo one day you were having lunch after filming, he felt the urge to tell you to leave him and ask you out but he didn’t. He started dating his co-star, hoping this would make him think about something else that wasn’t you. He really loved you, and you loved him too none of you ever said anything it was frustrating as hell.
Kai: You had been a trainee in SM for two years already. You were preparing for your debut with the rest of the other girls of your group. You and Kai knew each other and you had been practicing for a special dance stage for SMtown. They were really happy. Kai really liked you and you liked him a lot as well, sometimes you joked around saying you were going to marry in the future, but this was just a joke. Kai was dating Krystal again, after going through so much hardships they finally managed to make their relationship work for a good year. On the other hand you and Taeyong from NCT started dating in secret. Kai was in the SM cafe with Kyungsoo one day when he saw Taeyong and you sitting at a table having coffee after practice one night. He saw how happy you were with him and he suddenly felt a weird feeling in his chest. He was jealous, he always thought you were really beautiful and talented and he just liked your personality so much it was driving him crazy to see you with someone else that wasn’t him, he loved everything about you. He was confused, he didn’t know if you liked him back and he was also with Krystal and he “loved” her. But ever since he got closer to you after being chosen for that dance stage everything changed. “Is this how love actually feels?”
Sehun: You and Sehun met at a restaurant. Casually you were friends with the same guy that ran the restaurant and one day he invited the both of you to have dinner together with him at his restaurant, more people were invited as well. You arrived with your boyfriend at the time and Sehun had been in a relationship for at least two months with a girl he knew from high school. When he first saw you he felt the earth moving under his feet. You can say it was like love at first sight.The only problem was that you were both in relationships at the time, you liked Sehun just as soon as you laid eyes on him and you thought he was something else. You became Sehun’s platonic love and he became yours. You kept hanging out with him and your chef friend, the more Sehun knew about you the more he liked you. “How long have you been with your boyfriend?” he asked you one day he offered to take you home after leaving your friend’s restaurant. You had been dating your boyfriend for almost 2 years but you felt your relationship was going nowhere, and so did Sehun about his even though he had less time dating his girlfriend. The next thing you heard from him was that he broke up with his girlfriend. He decided to wait for you. Even if you didn’t break up with your boyfriend, he would still be waiting for you, because that’s how much he loved and wanted to be with you.
little things to love about each member of performance unit :-)
AHHH HE’S SUCH A BIG TODDLER SOMETIMES I SWEAR.
Like he looks and acts really cool like a damn model, but once he actually starts talking he’s just so OVERLY EXCITED AND SMILEY AND JUMPY AND IT’S THE CUTEST THING,
it’s a complete contrast from his stage!self.(and when he dances oh diddly darn he looks like he could kill someone, his stage presence is no joke)
He even calls himself the “quiet pretty boy” and that describes him 50000% like he always has his head up in the clouds as if he’s looking for something greater than what’s here on earth (srry for getting poetic but it’s true and he’s a gift from the heavens)
he’s also achieved so much!!!! LIKE HE WAS A CHILD ACTOR AND WENT TO A TOP SCHOOL AND CAN PLAY THE PIANO AND KNOWS MARTIAL ARTS, AND DANCES LIKE HE HAS NO BONES, AND HIS SINGING VOICE IS ANGELIC LIKE HE IS COMPLETELY PERFECT AND HE NEVER BRAGS
(except when it comes to his good looks of course)(if i looked like that id never let anyone forget it either tbh)
(but he said he’s envious of seungcheol’s confidence when they probably have the same amount of confidence like wtf)
and this cutie also hides snacks with him but he said that sometimes the members eat them all (awwww)
but I bet he never even minds, he’s such a humble boy.
and HE’S SO TOUCHY, LIKE HE IS ALWAYS WITH HIS ARM AROUND ONE OF THE MEMBERS OR WITH HIS HAND IN THEIR THIGH,
(or aggressively showing minghao his affection lmao)
HE’S JUST SO EXCITABLE AND IT’S SO CUTE.
JUN ALSO SAID HIS ROLE MODELS ARE ZHOUMI AND HENRY OF SUPER JUNIOR-M AND HE LOVES TEACHING THE MEMBERS CHINESE OR COOKING THEM CHINESE FOOD OR GIVING THEM A GOOD IMAGE OF CHINESE PEOPLE, HE’S JUST REALLY PROUD!!!!!!
And on OFD when he kept being everybody’s motivational speaker and had a “DON’T GIVE UP” attitude, like they could have been stuck in a Lord of the Flies situation with half of them dead and he’s be like
“This is fine, guys,we’ll find a way :-)”
“JUN, HALF OF US ARE DEAD!”
“This is fine :-)”
“We can do it if we believe! :-)”
ok so i’m gonna try and not be biased so god help me,
but he’s such a good leader honestly, like he comes up with the choreography of every song,
and he also let’s chan come up with some parts,
and he gets inspiration from the littlest of things (like a damn tissue, rlly? omg)
like he’s so talented and ambitious, like i forgot who said this, but someone described soonyoung as a boy who just wanted to improve his singing, and he was part of the vocal team originally, but he wanted to dance instead,
AND HE’S SO GOOD AT BOTH, AND HE STILL WANTS TO IMPROVE HIS SINGING
and he’s so caring towards the rest of them team, like he never fails to let them know that he’s also their friend.
AND THE WAY HE TUCKED IN CHANNIE IN OFD, like he was up after he tucked him in, so chan was literally just waiting to be tucked in and i cried so much,
he’s such a nice older brother to him and he’s soo cute and soo fluffy and soft and the king of squish,
and he has THE CUTEST LITTLE HANDS, LIKE THEY’RE SO PRETTY, AND HIS NAILS ARE PRETTIER THAN MINE, AND HIS FINGER ARE SO PRETTY AND SKINNY,
AND THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS WITH HIS TINY HANDS IS SO CUTE, like he grabs things with both hands kinds like a baby or a bear, OR A BABY BEAR, and he holds a microphone so preciously like he puts one hand on the bottom and one near his mouth and IT’S ADORABLE, THE SAME WHEN HE DRINKS WATER,
like the way he just holds himself is sooo cute.
Like when he smiles, his face scrunches up and his eyes almost completely close and his bunny cheeks get even more high, and then he also laughs with his entire body and he brings his hands up to face to clap in his cute way that he does, like he claps from the palm to the fingers adnjnjfevfvv and he makes himself into kinda a ball (do i make sense ajahah?)
He just cares so much for everyone and it just trying to make people smile, that’s all he wants. He’s such a pure soul :’-)
ok like with this boy you take one look at him and you go “awww he’s sooo cute :-)”
and you’d be right like 500000%,
like the way he talks so softly and his laugh is so dorky and his hair seems really soft despise it being probably dead
(like in 17project when he had a different hair color everyday and he looked so darn cute in all of them and when they performed everyone loved ‘the kid with the silver/blue hair’)
BUT THEN SUDDENLY HE PULLS OUT THUG!HAO and you’re like :-0 AND IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T FUCK WITH HIM HE DON’T FUCK WITH YOU,
but he still somehow looks really cute ykno, lik even when he was screaming at mingyu in OFD (i swear, that show brought out their true selves) i was stilll heart eyes emoji on him.
but then also HIS DORKY LAUGH, AND THE WAY HE SQUEEZES UP HIS FACE AS WELL.
BUT THEN LIKE HE ALSO JUST LOOKS REALLY COOL ON STAGE, AND HIS BBOYING AND WE’RE ALL AWARE.
HE’S SO TALENTED AT DANCING TOO LIKE HE HAS NO BONES HE’S JUST A LITTLE JELLY BABY,
but he did say thta he hated the fact that he’s so skinny and can’t put on weight :-( but he’s still really toned despise that !!!!!! like w o w
and the fact that he was probably was a puppy in his past life
AND HE JUST REALLY LOVES HIS MEMBERS A LOT AND WANT THEM TO KNOW, LIKE HE’S CONSTANTLY COMPLIMENTING THEM,
likr really showing soonyoung how much he respects him but choosing woozi over him one time
(which resulted in a pouty soonyoung awww)
and the way he’s just always fanning over chan and squeezing his face like he’s the cutest little thing ever (he is)
and let’s not forget about his bromeo mingyu who are the kind of best friends that keep reminding everyone they’re best friends no matter how annoying it gets,
and idk minghao just gives me such bubbly feels ykno, like he’s so cute and sweet but also has such an independent aura around him
AwwwW my boyfriend channie, who everyone plus their mom love to fawn over,
and hE’S SO READY TO FIGHT EVERYONE WHO DOES, LIKE HE JUST WANTS EVERYONE TO NOT THINK LESS OF HIM JUST BECAUSE HE’S YOUNG AND I RESPECT HIM SO MUCH FOR THAT,
but hey he can’t help it that he’s the cutest person in the world.
And like he’s honestly such a good answer which must come from his genes because his parents are also dancers wow boi.
And he’s so neutral evil like this fker acts like such a sweet endearing maknae but will probably break a plate and blame the hyungs so tht he can watch hell unfold bc he’s sick of them, what a babe.
And like he tries to be a bright person to cheer up the others which must be hard on him yknow, everyone deserves to feel down once in a while but he tries to not let it show
i also like the way he has just gotten used to the idea that he will probably always get fawned over for being young so HE TAKES WELL ADVANTAGE OF THAT
AND DONT FORGET ABOUT RAPPER!DINO
LIKE I WOULD HAVE NEVER EXPECTED HIM TO BE A RAPPER
BUT HE IS ACTUALLY CONSIDERED ONE IN HIS PROFILE
and like his voice is so deep too,
like in still lonely when he had tht part with hosh and HE DID UNDERTONES
STEP ASIDE WONWOO
and he’s also growing so handsome :-))!!!!
like we already knew he was an attractive kid
but he’s growing (not taller rip)
like his features
HE’S JUST SO HANDSOME GIVE ME A MOMENT
or how he kept telling the members in OFD that he’s gonna have to date one day
and they were all like “NOOOOOOOOOO”
BUT HE ALSO GOT ALL UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN COUPS MADE HIM ASNWER HOW MANY KIDS HE WANTS IN THE FUTURE
HOW CAN HE HAVE KIDS IF HE’S A MERE ZYGOTE
JUST PLEASE LOVE THESE DORKS WITH NOODLES FOR BONES
prompt: daveed goes out to a bar where you’re performing and he stays after to talk to you
warnings: probably light swearing, alcohol, kind of shitty ending ?!1?1!!1?
word count: 1,351
a/n: idk if I want to do a part two - suggestions? xo enjoy lol
His eyes were on you from the second you started setting up. The way you moved around the keys had him lost. He couldn’t even hear you playing yet, but he was whipped.
Renee had convinced the cast to go out to a new dueling pianos bar that she had found the week before. Daveed agreed without hesitation; the last week of shows had been excessively long and he needed to drink. A lot.
Unfortunately, the second he saw you, he sobered. Daveed found himself no longer craving alcohol, but rather just to talk with you.
You and your partner, Peter, had sat down and were doing mic checks. You ran your fingers over the keys, playing a mindless song before placing your hangs in your lap.
“So here’s the deal,” you spoke into the microphone. “We are going to play your requests. If you really want to hear a song, then you should add something special to it.” The crowd laughed. Daveed smirked.
Peter added on, “And if you don’t like the song we’re playing - you can outbid it! If Y/N gets a request for a dollar and you really hate that song… Two dollars, five dollars -”
“Twenty if you really want us to stop,” you added, a smile on your lips.
There were notecards on the tables with pencils. Lin had already written out four different songs, wrapping a twenty around the requests. Daveed rolled his eyes as Lin brought them to you.
“You guys know this one…” you said as you began playing. Honestly, you cringed slightly as you began playing. It was a classic, but working in a piano bar you played it constantly.
“Just a small town girl,” you sang.
Daveed’s heart soared. If your ability to play wasn’t enough, your voice had him melting. Lin hollered.
Pippa and Jasmine were shouting lyrics like it was their job. Carleigh had put in Party in the USA, to which you added:
“Six dollars to stop Miley Cyrus, and you can play whatever the hell you want!”
The requests for songs continued. Daveed was struggling - he couldn’t think of any song worth suggesting. He had a twenty in his hand, ready. But no song to accompany it. He kept thinking, but settled on American Girl, knowing he’d be back up soon with any luck.
He was shook. The second he walked up to the piano, he forgot everything. You were even prettier up close. You hair fell on your shoulders, the top of it tied back in a little knot. You were wearing a black jacket over a tank top that was riding a little lower than appropriate. His mouth was dry.
You looked up from your seat seeing the man before you. Peter was singing, so you were adding chords here and there. Daveed placed the notecard on your piano; the corners of his lips turning up at the sight of you.
“Hey,” you breathed.
“You’re really good,” he started. You missed it, but smiled anyways. It was loud and hard to hear. Besides, you worked in a bar - drunk men were fawning over you constantly. What made the ridiculously over attractive guy in front of you any different? You thanked him still, hoping it was a compliment about something other than your boobs.
Looking at the song, you smiled. You made it your first priority song.
“Twenty dollars to outbid!” You laughed as you started.
Suddenly, a bartender came over with a request. You were a little disappointed to have to stop, but saw a twenty and a one and knew the song had been outbidded. You opened the notecard to find the new request: Play chopsticks on repeat for the rest of the night.
Instantly, you laughed, reading the request to the crowd. There were excessive hollers. Daveed huffed.
You shrugged before began. G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E…
This continued for another few minutes, begging every so often for someone to bring an end to this.
“This has never happened to me,” you giggled. Peter was in pieces. Every time he tried to say something, his laughter made the words disappear.
After another moments, Jonathan threw twenty five dollars on the piano, asking for anything but that. When you started playing “Take Me Baby,” the cheers grew.
“Take me baby, or leave me!” You sang, a smile dancing on your lips. Your fingered graced the keys, playing with joy.
Moments like these were ones that reminded you why you did this every night. Moments where the songs made you smile and the drunks were minimal because let’s face it - the only thing worse than drunk people was drunk singing people.
Daveed was enjoying the show more and more with each song you played. Still, he checked his watch frequently. As much as he loved listening to your performance, he wanted nothing more than for it to be over and for him to buy you a drink.
You wrapped up the concert. Slightly tense; you felt his - ridiculously stunning - eyes on you the entire show. You considered ducking out the back, maybe to avoid complete embarrassment, but you remembered you had forgotten your phone charger on the piano. Huffing slightly, you went back out. The lights were on as it was around three and the club had been cleared out.
The cement floor was covered with littered straw wrappers and napkins; and waiting at the bar, you noticed a curly head of hair sipping on a glass of water. Immediately, you blushed. You tried to be quiet, but managed to trip over a cable in the process.
Daveed turned at the sounds, jumping slightly. He smiled a little, before rushing from the bar to help you up.
“Are you alright?” he asked, offering his hand.
You accepted, wanting nothing more than to escape your own awkward self.
Daveed held your hand a beat too long before letting go. Sheepishly, he mumbled an apology.
“I, uh, I stayed late to tell you how good you were,” he stumbled over his words, “At piano!” he added, scratching the back of his neck. You were confused. He wasn’t slurring his words.
“You mean, you’re not here to hit on me?” you asked, then instantly regretted it as his face flushed crimson.
“I mean -”
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” you tried. He cocked his head to the side, “It’s just, I’m used to old guys staying after to pick me up,” you forced a laugh.
“Geez, I’m only 35 but -”
You stopped him again, “No, I - ugh. I’m sorry. Can we start over?”
“Hi, I’m Daveed.”
“Y/N,” you extended your hand.
“You are very talented, Y/N.”
You smiled. His confidence was growing; he was more comfortable with his words now.
“Thanks for coming out.”
The two of you started walking towards the exit, chatting about the show. He couldn’t help but fawn over how your hair bounced as you walked, or the way your eyes crinkled at the sides when you smile, or God, the way your legs looked in those pants.
He cut himself off. Shaking his head slightly. Looking up to you, he saw you yawn softly, then shiver.
Instinctively, he took off his jacket. You tried to say no, but he already had it wrapped around you.
The two of you walked for another ten minutes before he flagged down a taxi for you. As you enter the cab, you started to take off his jacket. Quickly, he stopped you.
“How else will I know that I’ll see you again?” he asked, a smile toying on his lips.
You bit your lip, “Wanna get coffee sometime?”
He nodded, scrambling to get his phone out of his jean pocket before handing it to you to add your number.
He caught you hand as you returned the phone, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said softly.
The door shut and you were driving away, clutching his jacket a little tighter.
AYAHINA GODDESS! give me the forbidden ayahina smut 35 + (or) 84 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?” 83. “Just once.” 84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
Combining because I lack the drive to write too much smut lmao. Smut’s never been my cup of tea to be honest. Yet, you guys are always asking for Ayahina smut and I wrote one unexplicit one before, but here’s full-on explicit Ayahina fucking. Also I see anon called me the Ayahina goddess and that’s not necessarily true buuuutt awww thanks! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡
Under the cut because this is smut as hell and also this became a 3k-word long fic instead. :p
Of course, of course! Let me use names, it might make it more understandable :) But feel free to switch their roles! "Modern AU: Clarke can't sleep at night; Bellamy often wakes up with nightmares. He ends up seeing all of her late night Snapchats and Instagram posts. Cue adorable late night talks, etc." Hope this helps!
I twisted it a little bit because Im incapable of writing angst… So it’s Bellamy having weird dreams and Clarke not sleeping at night! Social Media Au!
you could never stop drinking coffee. Rip friend. Nice knowing you.
Clarke wasn’t a big sleeper. Ever
had been. Apparently, she didn’t need a lot of sleep to function.
However, she needed a lot of
Her phone vibrated with a new
Facebook notification: Bellamy Blake
commented on your post.
Bellamy Blake: I knew you were a fake. I
don’t sleep at night by my own means thank you very much.
She smiled and immediately
yeah you’re right. Coffee got me awake since im a baby…
clearly. Don’t do drugs kids.
She didn’t know Bellamy that
well. She only met him once for one of Octavia’s birthday party but they
somehow ended up following each other on most social medias. She wasn’t
complaining because he was fun and he seemed to not sleeping at nights, just
like her, and they always ended up talking through the night… She liked him.
Loud electronic music thrums through the
crowded house party and scenes from yesterday’s fight play on repeat in his
mind. It takes a conscious effort for Warren to uncurl his hands from the fists
they had somehow formed. There’s a pretty girl trying to make eye contact with
him across the room, but all he sees is you. The hurt in your eyes and the way
you had pulled away from him.
can’t think when you’re around. I need space. I need to think.
He doesn’t realise he’s reaching for his
phone in his pocket till he’s staring down at your contact information on the
screen. Against his better judgement, he starts writing a text.
sorry. No, not good enough. Try again. Can we talk? Pathetic. Start over. I miss you.
He deletes the text and repockets his phone
without sending anything. The girl across the room is starting to make her way
over, and somehow, a smile is tugging at his lips. It feels like a lie. Warren
raises his glass and knocks back the last of his drink. It’s his fourth. Or
maybe his fifth. It’s all starting to run together and he can’t bring himself
to really care. His phone vibrates and his hands clench into fists again. It’s
you. He knows it’s you. He doesn’t check, though. Can’t make himself check. What
if it isn’t you.
The walls start to feel like they’re caving
in on him, like he’s suffocating; drowning in the crowd. The music feels very
far away and Warren doesn’t want to be here, but he doesn’t want to go home.
Doesn’t want to go back to his empty apartment. Being surrounded by people is
better. There’s less thinking involved. He’s still lonely, but it’s a different
type of lonely and it’s better. He
has to believe that this is better. His phone buzzes, reminding him of the text
he just received but he still doesn’t check it. It probably isn’t you. He
surges to his feet, looking for another drink. Something to do with his hands,
something to occupy his mind. Something to make him forget, if only for now.
He catches a glimpse of you across the
crowded room and the fucking floor feels like it’s falling out from under him.
The girl smiles and she isn’t you and Warren almost laughs because he’s pretty
sure he’s losing his goddamn mind. Maybe it’s the alcohol burning through his
veins. You’re everywhere he looks but you’re not here and it’s been barely
twenty-four hours since he last saw you and he misses you so completely, so painfully that he thinks his heart might
stop. He’s going insane. That has to be it. He’s lost his fucking mind. Scenes
from last night flash through his mind. You’re standing away from him, standing
by the door. You’re leaving. Telling him not to call.
His phone is in his hand again, though he
doesn’t remember when he reached for it. Your contact information is on the
screen and the photo of you tucked against his side feels like a punch to the
gut. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping his beer bottle too tightly.
It’s not like you were his. Not properly, not yet. Not anymore. Three perfect
weeks. That’s all he was allowed and he’s finding it almost funny that he
didn’t know better; that he thought he could have something good and that it
could last. You said don’t call, but he’s never been one for following
instructions. He stares at your picture for a second longer before slipping his
phone back into his pocket. He’s never pretended to be brave. Yesterday’s fight
is playing in his mind for the thousandth time that night.
“Warren, you don’t do relationships, so how
am I any different? How am I-fuck, I
just-how am I supposed to trust that this is different? That this’ll work out?”
You’re fighting back tears and your hands are shaking and he feels like he’s
frozen in place, like he’s slowly falling apart from the inside and there’s nothing
he can do to stop it. “I can’t-don’t just tell me that it will. Please don’t
just expect me to believe you when you say you won’t hurt me-I-it’s-fuck. I
can’t-everything feels off in my head, I need to think. I can’t think when you’re around. I need space. I need to
think. I can’t be here right now.” You’re opening the door, walking away from
him. When you turn back, his heart heaves it’s self into his throat.
“Please-it’s-this isn’t-don’t call me.”
Warren downs his drink and blindly reaches
for another, shoving the memory away.
The pretty girl from across the room
earlier has made her way to him, and she’s even prettier up close but when he
smiles at her, it feels like someone else is prompting his movements. He
doesn’t feel like he’s here, doesn’t want to feel like he’s here. He doesn’t want to feel anything right now,
but the persistent ache in his chest is radiating through him, making him
painfully, deeply aware of every second ticking by. The girl leans in close,
grabs his hand, pulls him out to dance and he doesn’t have the strength to
resist, so he goes with her. The music is loud and demanding and it directs his
movements, muscle memory taking over as he moves with the girl. She’s pressing
close, an arm draped around his neck and her smile has a suggestive edge to it.
Warren feels like an outside observer looking in because it doesn’t feel like
he has any control over his actions. He doesn’t want her, doesn’t want to be
dancing with her, but he can’t make himself pull away. Her lips graze over the
shell of his ear as she presses closer still, and suddenly he’s called back to
another house party, weeks ago, similar to this one and yet infinitely
His arms are around your waist and he can
feel your breath ghosting over his skin and you’re looking at him like there’s
no one else in the world who matters and the sudden rush of sheer,
unadulterated want that courses
through him is dizzying. Your body is warm against his and though the room is
crowded, his attention is entirely on you and when you smile at him, he feels
like his heart is going to pound out of his chest. You’ve always been too good
His entire body tenses up at the memory,
like there’s an electric current searing through him, yanking him from his
inertia. This isn’t where he wants to be. His apartment flashes in his mind
again. The fight wasn’t even really a fight. It wasn’t big or loud or violent
but it left him utterly shattered, and he hadn’t realised just how invested he
was in you being there till you walked out.
can’t think when you’re around.
He can’t breathe. The crowd is pressing in
on him and he can’t fucking breathe.
The song is over and he pulls away, making
some feeble excuse and all but stumbling for the door. He needs air. The house
is full of people and the heat is rising and the walls are closing in and he
feels like he’s suffocating so he stumbles out, away from the house, towards
the street. Pushing clumsily through the gate, Warren’s feet hit the sidewalk and
he feels like his lungs work again. He only gets a second’s reprieve though,
because suddenly he registers that you’re standing there. You’re only a few
feet away from him and you look like you’ve been crying and this has to be some
kind of fucking hallucination because there’s no way you’re here.
The silence feels like it weighs a goddamn
ton, like it’s crushing him where he stands. Your hands are shaking and you
take a deep, steadying breath.
“Don’t-don’t say anything, just-I’m sorry.
I’m sorry about-and the-I left. I shouldn’t have. I’m just-fuck, I’m so scared.
I want you; I want to be with you,
but god Warren, I’m so scared. This scares me.” You gesture helplessly at the
space between the two of you and you look so small somehow, so vulnerable that
it’s taking all of his limited self-control not to just reach for you. Not to
pull you in close and hold you and tell you that it’s all okay. His body is
screaming to just step towards you but he bites down on the impulse, instead
standing frozen in place.
“I’m scared too,” Warren says softly,
hesitantly. The look of tentative hope that crosses your face is enough to make
him keep going. “I don’t-it’s-my shitty track record with relationships is my
fault, but I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.” His
hands are shaking now and he shoves them into his pockets, hoping you won’t
notice. This kind of painful honesty is dizzying, but he’s made it this far so
he might as well keep going. He owes you that much. “But the idea of hurting
you-it scares the shit out of me. This is fucking terrifying but I want to make
it work. I want us to work.” His breathing is unsteady and you’re standing as
still as a goddamn statue and he’s sure, he knows
he’s done something wrong. Said too much too soon. Scared you off. He tries to
think of something to say, some way to defuse the situation, to persuade you
that he isn’t a fucking catastrophe of a person, that-
You fling yourself at him, your arms going
around his neck as you collide with him, knocking him back a step as he wraps
his arms around your waist and pulls you in close, burying his face against the
crook of your neck, breathing you in. You’re here. You want him.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper against his skin
as you cling to him. Warren doesn’t know how to say that you don’t need to
apologise, that everything you said to him last night was justified, that it’s
a fucking miracle that you’re here, that you want him, so he doesn’t say
anything. He just gently tilts your head up towards his and leans down to press
a soft kiss to your lips, and the little sigh you let out as he kisses you is
like a rush of pure exhilaration because you feel like every good thing there
is in the world and somehow, for some reason, you want him.
has never been in love- ever; it’s not on his top priority of things to
do either. But, when the band is on break for the holidays, and Calum
wants to spend time with his mum, who is the owner of the top
ballet/dance company in the country; Calum meets a girl whose eyes held
more galaxies than the universe, and a smile that made his heart beat
faster than ever before. This might just make him change his priorities
up a bit, but sometimes there are tough decisions to make in the
I had this written for weeks, but i thought it was horrible so i didn’t post. But it’s actually not, so I apologize so the ridiculous delay. Hope the requester(thatstotallyaword) will still see this!
“Hiya! Could you possible do an imagine for a girl named Emma with blonde hair and green eyes who’s Steve’s sister and Soda and her don’t get along then something happens that makes Soda look at her differently and fall for her? Sorry that’s a lot of information”
– warnings: little swearing? kind of stupid idk. I suck at soda writing.
My older brother has a strange obsession with cars and controlling his sister’s life.
By sister, I mean me, obviously.
It’s kind of annoying.
“It’s so hot,” I whined. Mainly to aggravate him, but also just to whine. It’s stress-relieving. Doctors recommend venting, I swear on it. It’s therapeutic. “Didn’t you think to bring along a drink?”
“No, Queen Y/N, I didn’t.” He barked, pulling out a comb and running it through his dark hair. He’s more of a girl than me. That says something, too. “Do you think you could complain some more?”
I’m by far the cutest Randle.
Steve has this thick, thick greasy dark hair.
I know I have a different mother and that probably means I was blessed with a prettier one, but damn, my blonde hair makes his dark slime glimmer with plain ugliness.
And I have these piercing green eyes. I don’t like them much, but guys say they’re real cute a lot.
I kicked a rock on the ground. The sun was pouring down like hot tea. That’s a cute comparison, huh? I think so, anyway. I bet you my English teacher would like that one…
“Glory, Steve, how’re you gonna work in this all day? It’s ninety degrees at the least!”
The temperature was just insane today. It was surely the hottest day of the summer.
I carefully checked my shoes for scuffs since I kicked that little stone once or twice. “Thank the Lord I hydrated some earlier.”
He rolled his eyes and shoved me. I started up with a whole string of complaints and had to jog to catch up to him as we neared the DX.
He works there a ton ‘cause he likes cars and hates our dad. Me, I had a million places I’d rather be.
“Steve-y,” Sodapop greeted with a smile. What, were they together or something? Pet names? Glory.
I did not like Soda one bit. I didn’t hate him — not as much as he appeared to hate me, anyway.
It’s just so annoying to always hear your girlfriends in your ear yapping about your brother’s best friend and oh-have-you-talked-to-him? and he’s-such-a-doll!
I navigated my way to the gas station, leaving my brother to do whatever it is he does with Sodapop in the garage. The DX consists of a garage, a little convenience store, and the gas pumps in front. Sounds big but it ain’t.
Positioning myself behind the counter, I crossed my legs and carefully observed my manicure.
“What’s her deal?” I heard Soda ask Steve as they walked in a few seconds after I sat down.
It was real similar to any other convenience store. Little more limited. They had necessities, but didn’t have much else. The DX made its money of small car repairs and gas.
Obviously, they were aware I was right there. But it never stopped them before, did it? "Oh, is the brat bitchier on this fine day? Couldn’t tell.“
“Well, I don’t think I oughta answer that.” Funny how you stop yourself now, Sodapop. I couldn’t figure out what the girls liked about him.
His big soft eyes met mine and I rolled mine to break the awkward tension. Okay, he wasn’t that bad, I guess.
“She’s angry ‘cause I said she can’t go to her friend’s house,” Steve spat. “I caught her with a Soc the other day!”
“No,” Soda looked from me to Steve then back to me. God forbid I associate myself with Socs! “She didn’t —”
“Oh, yeah! I ain’t gonna go into details, man, but it was pretty horrifying.”
I narrowed my eyes and flipped my hair. I was so ready to fight with him. “That’s not true Steve Randle, and you know it!”
“Oh, it isn’t?”
“Oh, it isn’t? No, no it ain’t! I’m not as loose as you make me out to be, you know. Joey and I barely hit second bas—”
“Shut your trap,” I hollered with perfect eyebrows tight in anger.
Steve got a drink for Soda but got nothing for himself. He leaned against the thin shelf holding small bags of chips.
He shook his head slowly. “You know that kid Pete wanted to go with her? Comes 'round five every Sunday for a tank full? Good kid. He’s one good kid…”
Peter doesn’t even speak! I’m positive something’s wrong with the kid.
“Well, what’d you say?” Soda asks softly. He ran a hand through his blonde-ish hair. It’s not as blonde as mine.
I was repulsed. “I said no, of course! He’s kind of a loser — thought that was known around God’s green Earth.”
Sodapop took a sip of his drink as Steve got all bent out of shape. “He might be a little different but 'least he don’t ride around in a Mustang!”
“Steve!” I snapped. “I am not attracted to him. He’s not even popular, which just adds to the growing list of reasons why it’d never work. And you would ride around in a Mustang if you could!”
“Yeah,” he said icily. “Whatever.”
Sodapop looked over his shoulder at the gas pumps. “There’s people waiting. Steve, we oughta get out there. And with the repairs on Lindner’s car…”
Well, soon enough, I was positioned on a stool in the garage. This was an hour or so after I finished pouting in the empty store. Steve and Sodapop were working on a car that needed tons of tiny fixes.
Steve was pumping all the gas, though. It was so damn hot outside and I nearly felt bad. The girls — even his guy friends — would chat him up for the longest amounts of time, too.
“My hair isn’t bouncy anymore,” I frowned trying to sort of spring it. My attempts failed, naturally. I needed to borrow money to get my hair done up. The heat acted as iron weights.
Then, David came around at about two in the afternoon. He was a Soc who just never got the hint. Football team quarterback with an excessive amount of cologne always trailing behind him. But he was fun at parties, I guess.
“Hey, Y/N. Can I talk to you out here?” He asks real polite, careful not to invade the garage workspace. He knew my brother hated Socs. David fit just right under that category.
I mumbled an uninterested, “I suppose.”
David ordered me to go out with him and I declined for the third time.
It ended with him being smacked on his cheek.
“She’s sorta a bitch, huh?” Soda asked Steve as they covered themselves in oil. Gross. I could hear them as I watched David speed off in anger.
“She's sweet to her friends, but no one else.” Steve shrugged. “Doesn’t even like to go steady, really. Rejects everyone or’s easy for a night.”
I gaped, stomping into the garage. “Take that back!”
I pouted some more. The day seemed to be stuck in pause. Steve would work late, too. I was stuck there for a whole while longer. He was literally, like, babysitting me!
I hated Sodapop staring at me. I’m Y/N Randle, for Christ’s sake! I was one of the most popular girls in school. Why did he think he could judge me?
I didn’t need to take that! Who was he to judge me? He was beneath me in all meanings of the phrase!
He’d give me these little half smiles. The fake kind, I’m sure.
And he’d either stare at me or pay no attention to me. That happened a lot.
I wasn’t attracted to him, but I mean, he’s hot! Naturally I’d want to catch him staring at me. But when he did, it was a pity stare. Like he felt bad for me or something.
“It is so hot,” I sang in frustration.
Standing up for the first time in probably an hour, I stretched up for the ceiling and I didn’t reach it.
I’ve always been medium to short in height. I was about 5'5 at the time, and skinny.
My skirt was light pink. It reached the middle of my thighs, I think. It was short but it was cute with my long white socks that came almost to my knee.
“Glory, Y/N. Think the skirt could get any smaller?”
“Shut your mouth, Steve.”
“Buddy, pass me that rag?” Sodapop pointed to a ripped red paisley cloth on a work bench.
“Here,” I said coyly as I gave it to him. We locked eyes for a few seconds and I looked away. Quickly, I groaned. “I hate it here, Steve! It’s so hot!”
He shrugged. “You never should of fooled around with some random Soc when you told me you were at Veeta’s house.”
“I was at her house! We went out together and I ran into Joey — who, for the record, is not a random rich boy!”
“If he’s so into you then why hasn’t he asked to take you out, then? Huh?”
“Because I said no! Are you happy?”
I rolled my eyes and stormed off back into the store room. I had fought with Steve a countless number of times that day.
“I’m sorry! Does that make you feel any better, Soc Queen?” He was yelling from the garage.
“Drop dead!” I hollered.
Twenty minutes later I was bored trying to curl my hair again with a pencil.
I was sticking to my clothes with sweat, it was so hot. Soda was wiping his forehead off a ton earlier that day, too.
Suddenly — as I’m about to drown in my own pool of sweat — Soda’s inside the shop, breathing hard.
“You oughta call someone,” his chest kept rising as he caught his breath. His soft eyes were wide with concern and alarm. “Something’s wrong with Steve.”
My eyes nearly fell out of my head. “What do you mean? Are you stupid! Why didn’t you call anyone already, you idiot! Jesus Christ, what did you do — just leave him? What’s wrong with him? Is he alive? What the hell happened? Sodapop? Curtis! Are you okay? Speak English? Ugh, nevermind! Don’t you have a brain?!”
He was too busy blinking and when he was finished I was already at Steve’s side in the garage.
He was laying on the ground with his eyes shut. His skin glimmered with perspiration and he looked less hostile with those sharp eyes of his closed.
I wasted no time in propping his head up on my lap. “Stevie, I thought you were smart, huh?”
Blindly, I reached around for any kind of drink. What I grabbed was Sodapop’s from the early afternoon. Steve was semi-awake, but just barely.
“Come on,” I tapped his cheeks. My eyes wouldn’t leave him. “Get up, Steve. C'mon, you’re a Randle!Wake up, Steve. C'mon, you got it. I’ll buy a root beer float, you love those. Come on, now.”
Soda was watching me, intrigued. It was weird 'cause he seemed to be watching me and not his best friend. "What’s wrong with him, do you know?“
"He’s breathing,” I said. “Already checked his pulse. He tends to faints every summer. Doesn’t ever drink enough. I try to tell him to, but he doesn’t listen very well. If he doesn’t get up within the next few minutes, getting him checked out wouldn’t do any harm. He’s okay, though.”
Sure enough, Steve opened his eyes up and blinked and let out an obnoxious groan.
He was already trying to lean himself up on his elbows when I stopped him, holding onto him.
“Steve, slow down,” I warned. “Are you alright?”
I helped him stand slowly. “I’m good,” he muttered. “I passed out, huh? Shit, my head hurts… You got an aspirin?”
As I rolled my eyes, he turned to grin at me.
“Every time you do that I have a mini heart-attack,” I told him sarcastically. I tried faking annoyed, I tried ignoring my heart that was still racing in fear. I pushed Soda’s drink at him so he could try to drink up.
I’m always having to remind him to hydrate during the summer. He’s like a little kid, I swear. “Drink it, Steve. Get through that entire thing, okay?”
Steve managed a genuine smile. He had a hand pressed to his head. He was pretty red, even through his tan. “But you’re always there, aren’t you?”
I shrugged, “Can’t convince myself to let go.”
We hugged each other at the same time right then and there in front of Sodapop. He didn’t need to stick his arms out and neither did I. We just knew. It’s hard to describe.
“You had my back, huh? I guess you can go out if you want.” He rubbed his eyes. “Meet me back here before nine or else you won’t be able to handle the Randle. ”
I nodded, but was just going to walk to Darlene’s, probably. Her house was always cold. I said bye and all that, reminding Steve to drink up. “Ew, Steven. Hey, Sodapop, make sure he goes through three more drinks at the least!”
I stopped walking shortly after that when I heard footsteps behind me.
When I turned, I saw Sodapop. I automatically assumed it was Steve because I was only a few yards from the DX.
Soda frowned. No, it was a thoughtful look. “Hey, Y/N, where’re you heading to?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. “I was thinking Darlene’s since she came in earlier. Maybe a drive-in. I got some money on me. Why?”
“Do you think I could come with?”
What the hell? “You want to come? I mean, yes, you can, but…”
He glanced back at the DX. “I asked Steve and he said it was swell. And you don’t got to blow any money on me. Actually I have enough to pay for you, too.”
“You don’t got to pay for me,” I said. “Don’t you think you oughta stay with Steve, though? So he don’t faint again or nothing?”
“He’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“I reckon he’s part of it.”
“Well, who or what’s the other part?”
Soda bit his lip for a long time and I forced myself to look at the ground so I wouldn’t stare. “You are,” he said.
“Me? Why —”
“Look,” he said slowly, “I know we don’t get along real well —”
I scoffed, “because you hate me.”
He opened his mouth to object but I gave him a look and he stopped. He knew I was right. “Have you ever looked at somebody, and suddenly had feelings for them, almost?”
Darlene, of course he liked her. “You can come if you want. To Darlene’s.”
He was confused. “Not Darlene. You. I’m talking about you.”
“You don’t like me, Soda.”
“I didn’t think I did,” he said looking down at his hands. “I thought you were a real bitch to Steve and everyone else. But I know better, now.”
I laughed dryly, “No, no you don’t. I am a bitch. Always have been, always will be.”
“I didn’t see it at first,” he said slowly. He always speaks so slow! “But I do now. You know I ain’t that smart. But I got you figured out, now. The second you saw Steve hurt you were at his side. And you act like you hate everyone, but it’s because you don’t wanna get hurt, isn’t it? Some kind of defense thing. Like Dallas, like how he acts like nothing can touch him…”
I swallowed. “What’re you trying to get to here?”
He bit his lip again. “You’re just different than I thought and it’s interesting, I guess. Like a shell. I don’t know.”
“Okay,” I studied my shoes.
“Well, I’ve fell for you,” his eyes sparkled. “Sure, I thought you were pretty. Everyone thinks you’re pretty — you’re Y/N Randle. Also thought you were mean, but, in reality you’re just tryin’ to look out for yourself because no one else does… Besides, you know, Steve.”
I grinned. I had no idea what I was doing or anything, really. I didn’t like being deciphered like that but I couldn’t find it within myself to be angered. I think I already liked him. Alright, I did. Happy?
“I just wanna figure you out some more,” he told me. “So, I was wondering if you’d let me buy you a Coke.”
“Like a date?”
His hand linked with mine. “Yeah, like a date.”
“Well, I won’t object.”
“Being mine is also included in the package, doll. Just thought I’d let you know.”
He watches the akuma bearing down on him as he tries to protect a young boy with his arms. He realizes how helpless he is. Helpless to fight, helpless to protect himself or this boy, helpless to protect Marinette or to even know where she is. He squeezes his eyes shut and prays that Ladybug can take this one on her own.
And there she is, suddenly, her yo-yo a blur, her face screwed up in concentration, a lock of hair stuck to her cheek with perspiration.
can you recommend me some romantic comedy movies ???
Can I? CAN I? Fuck yes I can, let’s do this.
1. The Proposal
Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock star in this movie about a boss from hell who is about to be deported, so she forces her assistant to marry her so that she can get a green card. This is every single fake dating fic you’ve ever read in action, as well as the enemies to lovers trope well at play. Reynolds and Bullock were bros for years before filming, and their friendship allows for ease when it comes to acting together– you can tell that they had fun filming.
This isn’t your usual rom com, in that the two lead actors and exquisite ensemble cast (including, yes, Betty White) make it so fucking funny. It’s directed by a woman, who knows what women like, but also allows her story and the characters to be smart as a whip, which is so refreshing. It follows the marriage plot pattern, but gets there in a fun, unique way that doesn’t always feel like you’re watching a rom com. Also, if you hate cheese, this movie has minimal cheese. The moments where it is cheesy are the moments when you’ll be desperate for some good ol’ fashioned love because the romantic tension is just Too Much.
I have a friend who hates romantic movies and she adores this movie. That’s how you know it’s good.
2. Bridget Jones’ Diary
Bridget Jones is about to turn thirty years old and she is still single, still chubby, and still making hella bad decisions. Enter Mark Darcy, who is an uptight, recently divorced lawyer who Bridget dislikes almost instantly due to his standoffish personality.
If you can’t tell just from this description (the love interest’s name is a pretty good clue) Bridget Jones’ Diary is just one of Colin Firth’s versions of Mr. Darcy.
The book was written by a woman, who also helped write the script, and the movie was directed by a woman as well. It’s fun, full of hijinks (and secondhand embarrassment, dear god) and everybody should watch as many Colin Firth movies as humanly possible anyways. (Hugh Grant is the Wickham character, too, which is always a bonus.)
3. Bride & Prejudice
Speaking of Pride & Prejudice adaptations, this one is one of my favorites of all time. It is a Bollywood Musical adaptation, starring the incredibly gorgeous Aishwarya Rai, who plays the Elizabeth character beautifully. This movie is a feast for the eyes– the colors are stunning, the costumes are stunning, the sights are stunning. It shows beautiful representations of familial and platonic relationships as well as romantic ones. It was also directed by a woman, and written by a husband and wife team.
There’s something so gorgeous and pure about this movie. It’s one of my favorite films of all time and I am absolutely unapologetic about that. Featuring songs such as “No Life Without Wife” and gems such as “Some women have even become… The lesbian!” This movie is, I think, a must see.
4. Notting Hill
Just one rom com variant of the famous AU that you will probably love. Hugh Grant plays a character who owns a travel bookstore. Julia Roberts plays a famous actress. When they meet by chance a few times, they slowly begin to fall for each other.
There’s something so lovely and pure about this movie. It’s just… soft and nice, like you’re drawing a warm blanket over yourself. The grand gesture at the end is fantastic, but that’s not the part that will make you watch the movie again– it’s the scenes in the middle, when Anna is staying at Will’s house and they’re growing together as friends but possibly something more. It’s just… it’s so nice. As a viewer, it feels so good.
Favorite line: “Happiness isn’t happiness without a violin playing goat.”
5. 13 Going On 30
Jenna Rink, sick of being thirteen-years-old and on the brink of adulthood, makes a wish that she could be thirty (thirty, flirty, and thriving.) When she wake sup, she’s thirty and (*gasp*) HAS BOOBS. The first thing she does, of course, is look up her best friend from childhood, who she hasn’t been friends with for years. It looks like she got her dream life, but left huge pieces of herself behind along the way.
This is the first PG-13 movie I was allowed to watch, and if I had to guess, I would say that it’s probably the movie I have watched and rewatched the most in my life. I think I can quote this movie word-for-word. It’s funny in a way that isn’t mean, which I think is very rare these days? The fact that Jenna is a thirteen year old makes the humor in this movie a delight. And the film, as a whole, has a rose colored lense that just makes the world seem prettier. Mundane things that people take for granted seem nice and fun and important. It’s weird, because I think it makes adult life seem simpler. Like… just be nice and treat other people well. Why do we over complicate it?
Also Jennifer Garner and Mark Ruffalo are both adorable. It’s the kind of movie that you watch when you’re sad, when you’re happy, when you’re sick, when you’re bored. Watching it feels warm and content. I would rec it to anybody who wants to smile.
(This list has 26 films on it so I’m putting the rest of this under a read more.)
Bucky high school AU request, where he and the Avengers are basically the popular crowd but not arseholes and the Reader is kind of nerdy and just keeps to herself and her small group of friends but catches his eye? xxx - anon
A/N- Okay so the tags are a bit messed up. If your name is on here but there’s no link then I’m sorry idk why, also if you change your url at some point during this series can you notify me because otherwise it gets confusing and stressful when I’m trying to tag you. Also I got sick of no gifs so they’re gonna go before the text which is h o r r i b l e
You had been glad for the weekend, there was no way you would have been able to face Bucky the next day. You weren’t sure what was worse - the fact that Bucky kept calling and texting you, or that mid day Saturday he stopped trying to contact you at all. How could you have been so stupid to think he had actually been interested in you? Obviously you were just a challenge, a fun thing to do on the side until someone more popular and prettier came along to occupy his time. To think you had fallen for it all, you had fallen for his charming personality and infectious smiles, only to have it come crashing down around you in one moment. Not again, you didn’t want to hear his excuses, you weren’t going to get sucked into his games again. Not if you could help it.
Monday morning rolled around and you very nearly considered faking sick and taking the day off, but you knew that was the coward’s way out. You weren’t going to let Bucky ruin your life more than he already had, which meant going into school with your chin up and avoiding him at all costs (because deep down you knew if you saw him you might cry and you didn’t want to show that kind of weakness).
Stepping into the school building was a lot less worse than you thought it would be, there was nobody looking at you and whispering, which made sense considering nobody even knew about your involvement with Bucky. You walked to your locker, collected your books and went to your art class. All in all it was an ordinary morning, you were on constant alert as you walked through the halls but you didn’t pass Bucky once.
A million thoughts were racing through your head. Was he sorry? Had he figured it out? Was he going to try and continue whatever the hell you two had? Was he going to find you today? The answer, you thought dully, was probably no to all.
Once you made it to the art classroom you let yourself in and moved to your usual spot behind the easel at the back. The teacher wasn’t in yet but she didn’t mind you spending your free time in here considering you usually got to school earlier than you needed to be, you unpacked your pencils, paints, and brushes. Except you couldn’t find any inspiration to draw something, you felt numb all over.
There was still at least half an hour until class started and you didn’t want to waste any time, you pushed the tip of the pencil to the paper and began to draw aimlessly. Your mind zoned out as you drew methodically almost from muscle memory, only when the bell rang did you zone in to see what you had drawn. A pair of too familiar eyes stared back at you from the page, you had drawn Bucky’s eyes, you let out a small frustrated groan and ripped the paper off the easel and shoved it in you bag. God, you were pathetic.
The lesson passed much too quickly for your liking and soon it was time to leave, as you were packing up your stuff you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to see Steve standing over you frowning, you had forgotten he was in your class, “Are you okay?” he asked.
You swallowed and nodded, “Mhm,” you plastered on a fake smile.
“Oh, because Bucky was trying to reach you all weekend. He was worried about you.”
You had to bite back a sharp remark, it wasn’t Steve’s fault and he didn’t deserve a bad temper. “He stopped trying mid Saturday, actually. Some things happened that I’d rather not talk about,” you tried to keep your answer short and polite, you swung your bag onto your shoulder and headed out with Steve hot on your tail.
“Things, what things?” you heard Steve say behind you.
You looked back to answer him as you walked out the door and hit something just outside the doorway. “Yeah, what things?” Bucky said.
Looking back in front of you you saw Bucky standing there, a mix of confusion, anger and worry evident on his face. You licked your lips, this was everything you had been dreading, “Things like the blonde you were making out with at the party on Saturday,” you said bitterly and pushed past him and walked swiftly down the hall.
“You showed up to the party?” you could hear Bucky ask as he began to follow you at the same time as Steve asked Bucky, “You kissed another girl?”
You spun round sharply making Bucky almost crash into you, “Yes. I was at the party. I showed up just in time to see you lip lock with some girl I’ve never even seen before. Does she even go to our school?”
“Save it. I trusted you Bucky, you knew that I was worried about attention at school is that why you did it? You couldn’t stand not being seen with a girl in public?”
“Then what was it?”
“It was an accident.”
You scoffed, “Oh please. A quick brush in a large crowd could be an accident, but full on lip lock with your hands in her hair for a good fifteen seconds is no accident.”
“I was drunk, Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“Drunk enough to forget me?” you challenged.
Bucky’s eyes widened then he sighed in defeat, “Yes, look, I’m sorry-”
“It’s funny,” you started and you saw him tense, you pulled out your phone. “You were apparently drunk enough to forget me but not five minutes later you were asking me where I was.” You held out your phone to show him the texts he had sent you.
Hey, where are you? I can’t find you anywhere?
From: James 21:19
Steve said he thought he saw you, seriously where are you?
From: James 21:20
Is this some kind of come-and-find-me-game? ;)
From: James 21:26
Okay I mean it where are you I’m looking all over
Bucky read over the texts guiltily and flicked his sad eyes back up to you, “You changed my name to James?”
You nodded once, “Because that’s all you are. James Barnes, the lying playboy scum I thought you were before we met.”
With that you spun on your heels and speed walked away from Bucky who was stunned into one place, tear brimmed and threatened to fall down your face but you didn’t let them. You weren’t going to let anyone see you cry, and you weren’t going to cry over James Buchanan Barnes ever again.
A/N- So what did you guys think? Should Y/N be angrier at Bucky or forgive him? What do you think Bucky’s going to do next? Let me know what you thought of it, requests are open <3
There’s a fireworks show, and all of Yang’s friends are meeting up to watch. But Yang knows of a place that’s much more suited for watching fireworks - and much more private.
The night was somehow warm and cool at the same time, the
way only a summer night can be. The sky was cloudless, the sun nearly finished
setting over the hills. It was as perfect a night for fireworks as Yang had
Blake were on their way to meet a rather large group of friends, or so Blake
thought. Yang had been planning this for weeks, since the day the fireworks
show was announced. She knew exactly where she wanted to watch the show from,
but it was hardly the place for ten of her closest friends. So she chose to
bring just the one, very close friend. And hadn’t told her yet. She was
counting on Ruby to make her excuses to the rest of the group, and hoped that
it would actually get through.
walked through the courtyard, they came to a fork in their path. Blake went
left, Yang right.
think Weiss said they were up on the hill.” Blake said, raising her eyebrows at
Actually, we aren’t going to meet up with Weiss and Ruby.” Yang said, trying
not to reveal how nervous she was.