HEGEL i did it finally. This came out sappy, unnecessarily long but hey ho. I was also slightly inspired by that one hc about Nicky keeping track of their songs during the centuries but i cannot find the actual post to save my life.
I hope you enjoy it! I tweaked it a little bit and maybe the “unrequested” bit got lost... or did it?
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8. Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.
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Nile had made a huge mistake by showing Joe how to operate Tik Tok. No one other than Yusuf himself would’ve had the mental space to actually get sucked into it and enjoy every single stupid video he came across. Nicky observed from outside, as usual, a smile on his face, as usual. The enthusiasm Joe showed for the effort some of those people put in their videos was always refreshing. He used to force Nicky to watch some of them together and Nicky could not help but think that he had no idea as to what he was looking at.
Nile had taught Joe words like trends, transitions, twerk, dab, woah - and Nicky had always found himself thinking that he could not keep up with one more language.
This is why his eyebrows were lifted up to his hairline that day when Joe asked him to try one of those trends with him. What on God’s green Earth-
“Come on love, it will be fun! We don’t have to film it, we just have to do it.”
“Amore, you know I have no idea what it is that you are talking about.”
“I will explain! Look.”
Joe had handed him a list he’d written on a piece of paper that Nicky recognised as coming from his sketch book. Not that the list had made it any easier for Nicky to understand what Joe was on about.
“I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”
“It’s a shopping list. We go out separately, we buy something for every item on the list, we come back home, we show each other what we got.”
“My favourite colour” Nicky read out, from the first item on the list “Your favourite colour?”
“Exactly! You get it. Buy something that has my favourite colour in it.”
Nicky sighed, still looking at the list like it had his death date written on it. He had to admit, though, it was a cute idea. And Joe was so excited, his eyes were literally glittering, so how could he say no to him?
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They got back hours later within a few minutes of each other, each of them carrying a few shopping bags. Nicky observed that Joe had been way smarter than him and had chosen a shopping mall, whilst Nicky had preferred visiting smaller shops and had way more bags in comparison.
They sat at the table, on opposite sides and Joe whipped out his list, with a smile that went from ear to ear. He was way too excited. Nicky’s lips perked up in a softer smile, his chest warm with all the affection he could feel for his husband. His joy was always contagious and Nicky almost forgot how ridiculous he was feeling because of what he was doing.
This, until Joe started to read out the list.
“Okay, number one, My Favourite Colour.”
Nicky dug in one of the bags he had positioned at his feet and pulled out an incense holder, with intricate decorations that were of the exact same colour as his own eyes.
Joe’s favourite colour.
Joe, on the other hand, had chosen a very comfy-looking sweater, and Nicky couldn’t help but notice that the colour matched that of Joe’s freckles to perfection.
“Habibi, that’s perfect.” Joe commented, taking a few seconds to look at Nicky’s incense holder and then putting it on one side gently. It looked like he just could not stop smiling and Nicky wished for a second to have Joe’s ability to capture it on paper.
“Number two, My Favourite Snack.”
This had been way too easy for Nicky. Joe had tasted taralli long ago, but he hadn’t stopped asking Nicky to make them ever since. He obviously hadn’t had time to make some from scratch, but he knew a small Italian shop just a few doors down from their house and he trusted the owner enough to know that he could buy some quality food.
“Taralli! God, I love you!” Joe shouted, grabbing a hold of the box way too quickly and Nicky let out a small laugh.
It was only after having had a bite that Joe gave Nicky his favourite snack: baghrir. Obviously. Nicky’s sweet tooth was well known, especially by his husband, and Joe had been reminded about their days in Morocco and that plate of baghrir for possibly centuries. How Joe had managed to find them and purchase them – that remained a mistery.
“Number three, Something We Need in the House.”
A tricky one. For someone that moved houses so often like them, they never had managed to actually settle down and think about decorating the place. The closest they’d ever come to doing this was Malta, but it had been a few years since they’d last been.
“I had to think long and hard about this one but I think I got it.” Nicky prefaced, and took out a lava lamp from one of the bags.
Joe’s laughter exploded in the room and Nicky’s smile widened in response. He still remembered the first time Joe had seen one of those and how much time he had spent just looking at them. Nicky imagined that, scientifically speaking, they must’ve been quite the shock at the time and he was sure that he would have to stop Joe from wanting to open one up to see how it worked.
Joe stood up and reached for Nicky from the other side of the table to kiss him on the forehead. “That’s great. I love it.” he whispered, then sat back down.
Joe’s item had been a way more practical electrical razor. They had struggled quite a lot to move away from the cut-throats, especially because shaving each other using one of those was always a great experience. But finding good ones was getting harder and harder, so they’d agreed to finally get on with it and try and stay a bit more modern.
“Number four, Something I Need in My Wardrobe.”
The leather trousers landed on the table in front of Nicky even before he’d managed to register which item Joe was reading out.
“Yusuf!” Nicky exclaimed, a bit alarmed as well, but his complaints got lost in Joe’s laughter.
“Come on hayati, you’d look sublime in them and you know it.”
Joe was looking at him from across the table as if he was ready to jump up, grab him by his waist and carry him to bed that very moment. Nicky’s eyes kept going from Joe’s face to the trousers and then back up on Joe. A millennium spent alive and together meant that all the issues about themselves and their bodies had been washed away, but Joe always made sure to never stop reminding Nicky how beautiful he was and, in this very instance, how good his butt looked all the time.
Nicky gave Joe one last look, the corner of his own lips slightly lifted in an expression that clearly said “alright, fine” and put the trousers away.
“I cheated on this one.” Nicky announced and left the room for a second, coming back with a long blue scarf.
“I’ve been knitting this for a while now. Was about to let you have it, but then I thought I could use it as my item.” he explained, then sat back down and passed the scarf to Joe.
Joe buried his face in it, felt the softness against his skin and closed his eyes in bliss for a few seconds. Nicky loved absolutely every single thing Joe did, but that expression was definitely in the top ten list. Especially as a reaction to one of his gifts.
“I love it. Sorry, I keep saying ‘I love it’ to every single item you’ve brought, but I actually do.” Joe laughed again and Nicky shook his head gently, still smiling.
“Okay, last one. Something I Need.”
This was the one that had taken Nicky the longest out of all the items. What does someone who’s lived forever need? They had bought and tried everything in their lifetimes. Plus, if anything came up that one of them thought the other needed, they just bought it for each other. They had stopped birthdays a long time ago – there was no need for immortal beings to celebrate their life for just one day. They already did that, together, constantly.
“I think you need me in those trousers.” Nicky said and Joe nodded his head animatedly “But I also think you need this.” He put a CD in front of Joe, causing him to look at it with a huge question mark written on his face.
“Turn it around.” Nicky encouraged him, and Joe did so, in order to be able to read the list of songs Nicky had burned into it – with Nile’s help, obviously.
“Are these-”
“All our songs, yes. The ones I could find.”
Joe had the lovely habit to point out songs every once in a while, and say “Listen, Nicky! It’s our song!” with a huge smile on his face. This had happened numerous times during the centuries and the list had been growing and growing. The lyrics and the music had changed with time, but the sentiment was always the same and it had warmed Nicky’s heart every single time.
What Joe didn’t know, though, is that Nicky had kept track of all the songs he had marked as “our song”.
“Nicolò…”
Nicky could tell Joe’s voice had cracked a little bit when saying his name and couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s nothing major.”
“Are you joking?” Joe had complained, looking at him with a frown, lifting the CD as if he was showing him how important that gift actually was. It was then that Nicky could see that his eyes has filled up with tears as well.
“Oh, amore.” Nicky whispered and got up. He was still smiling, and walked around the table in order to reach Joe, who in the meantime had got up so that he could meet him and hug him, burrowing his face against Nicky’s neck.
Nicky tangled his fingers in Joe’s curls, kissing him just above his ear.
“I still need my gift, you know.” he whispered again so that Joe could hear him.
“I think-” Joe answered after a few seconds, reaching for his back pocket and pulling out a small velvety box, bringing it up in between the two of them without letting go of Nicky with his other arm. He opened by pushing down on one side, revealing a ring, very similar to the ones Joe was already wearing.
Translation by: @bellas-dumptruck-ass *Thank you so much Elaine*
warnings: smut! 18+ only
Prefacio.
Chapter 1: Dream.
My birthday was coming up and the Forks weather wasn't helping. It was getting colder and colder, and my clothes couldn't keep me warm. I slept cold, and lying on Edward's frozen chest was not helping me.
A little less than a week ago I started sneezing. Then my nights were filled with interrupted dreams, and last night I sweated and stirred while sleeping.
As I settled to go back to sleep, with Edward watching me next to my desk, I wished I didn't feel the heat on my skin again. I sneezed once more.
"You should take some medicine for that cold," Edward chided me.
In a bad mood, I walked to the bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet for cold supplies. I only found aspirin, which was not going to do me much good. I went back to the room and shrugged my shoulders to say "I don't know," and told my boyfriend that I was going to a pharmacy the next morning.
I settled into my bed, Edward came over to tuck me in and sat next to me.
-I don’t want you to get sick.
He kissed my forehead and I felt his icy lips on my skin. I had always been intrigued by his body temperature;the fact that he was not able to feel heat or the comfort of coming in from the frozen outside and putting his hands on the stove to warm up.
My eyes closed as Edward and I talked about school, history, and our classmates.
I saw the black of my fragile mind begin to close as I finally succumbed to sleep.
I found myself in my room, sitting at my desk as I reviewed the notes for an exam that I know doesn't exist and won't exist. I was reading the doodles of my handwriting when I noticed that I was not alone; someone was looking at me on my profile.
I turned my head to find his marble face, his funny and beautiful smile.
His eyes were thirsty, but I realized that it was not my blood that he wanted. I was not afraid, maybe he was controlling my emotions, but how could I know?.
-Jasper.
He looked at me playfully, it was the same look that my cat makes when she is play-hunting.
Was he hunting… me?
-I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do.
I dropped my pencil from my hand, something in his southern tone sparked an incredible thirst of lust in me. I didn't understand what was happening to me, what this was all about.
He slowly approached me. Slower than the pace vampires used to appear like humans. He stood in front of me and grabbed my chin to angle it up to look me in the eyes.
I got up from my chair, and in less than a second he had taken me by the waist and turned me on my back, and I felt how cold and rigid his body was compared to mine.
His hands were on my waist and they started to rise until they touched my breasts. Unexpectedly, he took my face, I saw him out of the corner of my eye, and my whole body shuddered when he whispered in a hoarse, almost hateful, voice:"You don't have any idea of how long I have been waiting for this moment, Darlin."
He pressed his body closer to mine and I felt his solid member against my hips. His left hand began to undress me. I turned again and settled my body on the desk, my legs separated and my arms by my side, resting on the dark wood.
He started to touch me as he rested my hand on his frozen, erect cock. I was scared, I did not know what to do, but he showed how to touch it, while giving me pleasure. He kissed my neck and it felt like he was holding back from biting me.
-Do you like this, Darlin´?
My body started to burn with heat, perspiration fell in drops. He took my hand from his member, then turned me around and held me. . Suddenly, he was inside me. He lifted me up to him, took me to the bed, and while he was still inside me, he put his head on my shoulder and in my ear murmured:
-You don't have an idea of how badly I have wanted this.
His arms were extended to the side of my body, and I looked at his eyes as I started to move with his member inside. His blonde hair fell to the sides of his face, his eyes were red, and he smiled with pleasure. Looking into my eyes, he began to fuck me in an inhuman way, fast, in fast speed, in less time. I started to moan his name, I started to say it louder and louder, it was burning. My body was on fire, I felt very hot, I felt my heart and the space between my legs beat with speed.
I said his name as he pressed me against his body with more and more intensity, as if he didn't want to get rid of me. My legs wrapped around his body.
I screamed his name, one, two, three times.
Suddenly in a lucid moment, I realized that my body was moving between the sheets, I felt that they were sticking to my body and that I was talking between dreams.
-Jasper! .- I screamed with pleasure and woke up.
My body was sticky, hot and my breathing was shaky. I had yelled with pleasure, knowing Edward was in the room. I looked for him as I left my bed. The window was open, the curtains fluttered with the cold wind that came in and hit my face; it was a relief from the heat that rose all over my skin.
ERES MIO Y YO SOY TUYO (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Fpu1iNscRN YUURI EL PRÍNCIPE DEL CASTILLO PACTO DE SANGRE Y FUTURO MAOU DE SHIN MAKOKU ESTA ENAMORADO DE SU AMIGO DE LA INFANCIA DEL CUAL ES CORRESPONDIDO PERO NO SE ATREVE A DECIRLE NADA POR MIEDO HACER RECHAZADO. YUURI SE VA POR UN LARGO TIEMPO A GRAN SHIMARON ANUNCIÓ QUE ESTABA COMPROMETIDO CON WOLFRAM DESPUÉS DE ESO PASAN MUCHOS AÑOS. ¿QUE PASARA EN TODO EL AÑO QUE YUURI SE VA? ¿CUANDO YUURI REGRESE,SEGUIRÁ SINTIENDO AMOR POR WOLFRAM O NO? DESCUBRAN LO A QUI EN ERES MIO Y YO SOY TUYO.
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Two complete strangers are in San Francisco at the same time: Boys by the names of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Harry is attempting to escape his aunt and uncle's concern, and Louis is attempting to escape the people who hate him for who he is. But when Harry can’t seem to take it any longer and attempts a jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, they are strangers no more as their lives being to twist together into an unbreakable knot.
A/N: Hi! I realize this chapter isn't the best, but I promise the next ones will be better! Please give feedback, tell me if you like it, should I continue, etc. If there are any errors, I apologize.
Chapter 1
Harry stood, gripping the railing of the Golden Gate Bridge, looking down over the edge. His plain white v-neck provided little protection from the chilly morning air and he shivered. His hair blew lightly around his face, tickling his nose. This is it. He thought. I’ll finally be done with all of this. His hands began to tremble. In excitement…he tried to convince himself. I’m not scared. But the tear tracks on his face and his shaking hands said otherwise. His eyes drifted around, almost hoping someone would come by, yank him back from the edge, and tell him how stupid he’d been. But no one was around—It was Sunday morning—still too early and chilly for anyone to be out walking, and almost no one was driving across the bridge. Harry doubted they’d stop, anyway. After all, right now he still looked like just another tourist admiring the view. So Harry stood. You can’t just stand here all day. It’s now or never, Styles. Harry sucked in a shaky breath, and climbed over the railing. As he climbed over, his jeans got caught on a bolt, and for a split second, Harry thought he would fall then and there. At least he wouldn’t have had to think about it. But he untangled his jean cuff and sat on the railing and gazed down at the sickening drop, his feet dangling helplessly and his stomach doing backflips. Harry closed his eyes.
Presidio Inn, Sunday, 4:30 a.m.
Louis Tomlinson’s alarm woke him with a jolt. He groaned, slammed his hand on the snooze button, and reluctantly attempted getting out of bed. “You’re the one who wanted to get in shape while you were here.” He muttered to himself. Why he had decided to wake up at 4:30 am on his vacation, Louis didn't know. He dragged himself to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of red shorts, a blue t-shirt, and a light jacket for the morning chill. Digging around, he located a pair of socks and his running shoes. 4:45. Not feeling particularly hungry, Louis found an apple and some milk in his mini fridge and hastily ate while making sure his hair looked all right. After doing a few warm-up stretches to loosen up, he grabbed is IPod off the nightstand and headed to the lobby. Sticking his earbuds in and selecting his favorite artist, the Fray, Louis headed outside and breathed in the fresh morning air. 4:55. The Golden Gate Bridge loomed near, eerily silent and looking almost lonely so early in the morning. Louis started jogging towards the Bridge, and upon reaching it, he took a few minutes to take in its grandeur. It was then that a sign caught Louis’s eye. It read,
“CRISIS COUNSELING
THERE IS HOPE
MAKE THE CALL
THE CONSEQUENCES OF
JUMPING FROM THIS
BRIDGE ARE FATAL
AND TRAGIC”
Underneath was a payphone and a number to call. Louis shuddered, wondering how anyone could want to jump. As he continued jogging, his eyes swept over the width of the bridge. He noticed someone midway down, looking over the edge. Assuming whoever it was was a tourist and thinking nothing of it, Louis continued down the bridge. As he drew nearer to the mystery person, they climbed over and sat on the railing. Louis stopped in his tracks and gasped. The sign he had just read flashed in his mind. No. No way. The boy’s--he could tell now--feet were dangling over the edge, making him look like nothing more than a small child, certainly not someone who belonged on the edge of a bridge. Louis doubled his pace and reached the boy in a matter of seconds.
“Wait!” He gasped jaggedly. “Wait.”
Up close, Louis took in more details. The boy’s eyes had been closed, but they snapped open, and as his head spun to face Louis, Louis found himself starting into a pair of very bright green eyes. They were ringed red—the boy had been crying. Louis felt a pang of sadness for him—he didn’t look more than 15 or 16. Chocolatey, wild curls framed his face like a halo, glinting beautifully in the sun. Long, slender fingers gripped the railing, and his entire body was shaking. He was undeniably beautiful, and Louis felt his stomach do a few flips. He could only wonder what could have made this beautiful boy desperate enough to come here.
“Wait.” Louis repeated, his heart pounding out of his chest in fear and concern for this boy. Despite being complete strangers, Louis suddenly wanted nothing more than to comfort him. But what could he say?
“You don’t have to do this.” He pleaded, staring straight into the boy’s eyes.
