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taeghi · 2 years

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jay takes the lead

— jay takes the lead (HIS PROFILE)

➤ summary : smart boy jay wants to take his turn first by inviting you over to his house to study, he'll show you how much of a good girl you are for studying so well, and hopefully, you'll take his compliments to the heart.

➤ jay x reader | smut, fluff?, PWP | includes praise, spanking, oral, handjob, and protected sex.

➤ word count : 12k

part of the bets are meant to be won series

minors do NOT interact

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➤ the prologue

your senior year of high school started out dull, and you thought it would’ve ended just as dull, and not with jay park forcing your seatmate to move so he could sit with you.

your biology class was never eventful during the last semester of high school. haewon had ditched the class within the first week, which meant that you would have to continue the rest of the semester with no friends in the class. you were annoyed at first, nagging haewon about it every time you were together, but you sucked it up after a while.

biology wasn’t the most fun subject, but you told yourself that you would be able to get through it alone.

the girl that sat beside you, in the end, was quiet, so quiet that neither of you ever talked to each other. you were the type of person that would only feel comfortable talking to a person if you were acquainted with them. so every time you offered your eraser to her or picked up something she had dropped, it was awkward.

everyone else in the class was people that you had never spoken to before either. you had multiple classes with some of them throughout your high school career, but you were never friends with them. there were a bunch of ‘popular kids’ in your biology class that took up the middle rows of seats. the popular kids never bothered you since you always kept to yourself and you expected that none of them even knew you.

none of them except for jay park; and two other boys that you happened to once be acquainted with.

the last time you had a proper conversation with jay park was most likely during the middle of your sophomore year. it was when the both of you sat beside each other (you on the right with him on the left) in your math class during the first semester. when the second semester started you remember that you had zero shared classes with him.

then, the following fall when the junior year started, jay was officially considered one of the popular kids. along with jake sim and sunghoon park.

you’re certain that jake sim was the first one of the trio to become popular in sophomore year. thanks to his outgoing and charming personality and his natural good looks. then, a year later when puberty had finally caught up to jay and sunghoon park, and jake had successfully brought them into the popular crowd, their popularity also increased.

it shocked you at first to see the three of them walk through the halls so confidently with sleazy smirks on their faces as everyone around them couldn’t help but steal a glance at them on their way. it also shocked you when you started to hear more and more gossip about them during your study sessions in the library, or directly from haewon.

it wasn’t really hard to tell that jake, jay and sunghoon were good-looking guys. it was just hard to take in that they were the same three boys that you were once friends with in freshman year. jay park was once a nerdy almost awkward guy that would never cross his father over anything. sunghoon park used to be so lanky and shy that you would rarely know of his existence, he could never make eye contact with you for more than one second.

but out of the three of them, it was harder to accept jake’s new reputation and look the most.

jake sim and you are born exactly one month apart from one another. if jake had waited one more month to be born, then your mothers would have been even more excited about their shared pregnancy (and you wouldn't have to hear about how he's 'older than you' every time you guys argue.).

jake’s parents met your parents during college, and they had formed their own friend group through their early twenties. they got married around the same time and found out that they were pregnant around the same time. they even shared a baby shower together.

therefore, jake and you had been forcibly inseparable during your childhood, and over time and with age the forced part of your miserableness faded and you spent a lot of time together willingly.

you did everything together. majority of your firsts were together; the first day of school, first loose tooth, first time going abroad. you even shared your first crushes with each other, yours was lee heeseung who was a year older than you both and always politely smiled at you while he spoke to jake a few times. and jake’s first crush was im yeojin, an outgoing short girl that always cared about everyone during her elementary school days. neither of you acted on your crushes, but you both knew of them and they eventually disappeared.

when high school started you were sure that you and jake would continue to be best friends throughout it, continue to have firsts with each other and get through it together. it was just as you imagined it would be during your freshman year, although jake had brought in jay and sunghoon into your friendship group.

you admit that you were wary of jay and sunghoon joining. but you quickly adapted to them and tried to become friends, too. you and jay clicked almost instantly, being able to talk about anything and sharing the idea that grades were important. jay was open about how strict his father was on him about everything, but mostly school. his father was very successful and wanted his son to be just as successful as him. he asked jay to take his studies seriously, which meant having almost no fun outside of school hours. your parents weren’t as strict as his were, but you still forced yourself to study more than maybe you should’ve. so, it led to jay and you studying together in the library when sunghoon and jake were elsewhere, probably working out in the school’s fitness room during break.

it was harder to become close with sunghoon, and you don’t think you ever were. there are a few memories that you could recall with him during your freshman year, like sharing a drink together in the movie theatre during your group's monthly theatre visit, sitting back against the hallway’s wall watching jay and jake easily go up to others and talk to them freely. and there was once when he had spilt his drink in the hallway, and you helped him clean it up. you remember how bright his cheeks and ears went from embarrassment, not looking anywhere except the ground as he scrambled to find something to clean it up with. you aren’t sure where jake and jay were, but you knew that no one in the hallway was looking at him like he thought there was.

though you had created a friendship with jay, and some sort of one with sunghoon, both of it faded along with your friendship with jake during sophomore year.

it started slowly at first, like jake saying he wants to go to a party instead of to your movie nights, or ditching you at lunch to go driving with lee heeseung and his friends. it went from texting each other every day to only texting once a week, to once a month to check in on each other, to not texting at all. you aren’t even sure if the number you have saved for him on your phone is still his number.

since jay and sunghoon were technically friends with jake first, it only made sense for them to hang out with him instead of you. at least that’s what you told yourself.

there was a weird feeling to it during the end of your sophomore year where jake would only smile at you if he was alone and not with some of the popular kids. it was weird to walk past jake, jay and sunghoon and act like you had no idea who they were. like you had no memories with them. frankly, it hurt you, but you told yourself (and everyone else) that it didn’t.

since jay and you both took advanced classes, it was frequent that you and he would have shared classes. during sophomore year, when jake and you slowly started to drift apart, you were seeing jay more and more. for some projects, you were even partners. you never asked jay if jake had mentioned anything about defriending you, but you figured that he must’ve. jay never brought up jake around you, he acted as if jake never even existed when it was just the two of you.

even during junior year, when the trio’s popularity had started to sink in, jay would sit beside you in some of your classes; he would stop and say hi to you in the hallway and ask how you were, sometimes he’d even ask you for aspirin in class from a hangover headache he was dealing with.

you never judged any of them for falling into the party life, but you weren’t afraid to do the opposite to them when it came to their decisions they had made. you had overheard once that the three of them had broken every window of an expensive car at some party they went to and bribed everyone with money (jay’s father’s money) to not snitch on them. haewon told you that last summer, the three of them had taken some girls down to the lake everyone swam at, hooked up in the water and then took their clothes before they realized. people were talking about the three girls walking through town naked all summer.

you haven’t really spoken to or seen jay since junior year, as senior year was really busy for you and you didn’t have any classes together, except for your biology class.

you noticed that jay was in your biology class on the first day when haewon was still in the class, and you were sitting beside her. you noticed his eyes land briefly on you before he slipped into a seat somewhere in front of you amidst his popular friends. it was the first time that you and jay park would share a class and wouldn’t sit beside each other in it. you couldn’t care too much about it at first since haewon was with you, but when she left, you couldn’t help but think about jay casually walking over and taking her abandoned spot.

nonetheless, yuri sat beside you before you could think more of jay park and you didn’t think about it again.

that is until yuri was forcibly told to go sit somewhere else, which you caught bits and pieces of through your music, and took your headphones off your head when you felt a new presence plop down beside you.

your senior year was almost over and you had two months until you had to graduate, so you weren’t sure at first why someone would want to switch seating arrangements at this point. but seeing jay park sitting beside you, a casual smirk on his face as he looked right back at you, made any curiosity leave you.

it also made you happy that haewon fucking hated biology.

the first day that jay sits beside you, you don't get a chance to ask him any of the questions racing through your head. you want to know why after all this time, he is now paying attention to you, let alone sitting beside you. you want to ask him how he is and if his father is still pressuring him to get good grades. you wonder for a second if he's sat beside you just so he can ask you for another pain killer for his raging hangover headache.

you want to ask him if he's been dared to come to sit beside you from the glances his friends are sending your way. you manage to ignore their glares and the fact that jay park was sitting beside you for the rest of the class as you focus on what your teacher was talking about.

at the end of the period, as other students start to pack their bags and leave school for the day, jay turns to you, a soft smile on his lips. his tan skin was prettier up close, just like you'd heard from everyone else. his heart-shaped birthmark is the same on his neck, and you find yourself too busy staring at it to notice the mischievous glint in his eye.

as the class becomes increasingly empty, the teacher calls jay's name, tearing both of his eyes away from each other at her voice. she asks him to come up to talk to her about an extra assignment. Jay gives you a sympathetic look before he swings his bag over his shoulder and goes up to her.

you watch for a second as the two of them start to look over a paper together. You take your chance to slip out of the classroom, hopefully with neither of them noticing.

it shocks you with the number of emotions you were quickly feeling with jay sitting beside you for an entire hour with no chance of talking to each other. for years you had said to yourself that you were frustrated with jay for so quickly ditching you and forgetting about you when he gained sudden popularity. it hurts you that jay made it seem like it was so easy for you to be disregarded by him and his life. you told yourself that you would always hold that against him.

so why did you feel such a strong urge to reconnect with him the second he sat beside you?

before you get far enough from the classroom door to be out of view, you hear jay call your name, making you turn your body back towards him, "wait a sec!" jay walks up to you. You stay because you're curious about what he has to say, "you're really gonna sneak out on me when we haven't even said a word to each other?"

you pick up on the teasing tone in his voice and tell yourself to not let your cheeks turn bright red from the embarrassment of him realizing what you just tried to do.

"w-well," you shake your head, "no!"

"no?" jay raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk not leaving his lips as he looks down at you.

"no." you state, trying to remain serious, "i just have things to do after school, and i can't wait around after class since i have to do them."

"what type of things?"

"important things."

jay snorts at your answer, "can your important things be put on hold for me?"

your jaw catches itself before it ultimately falls open at his sudden question, "um," you start but don't know where to continue. jay's unexpected forwardness today is something you would have never thought would happen. it was odd that he kicked out your seatmate to sit beside you, but now that he wants to spend time with you is just bizarre.

"c'mon, y/n, when was the last time you and i have hung out?" jay nudges you with a smile.

you feel your shoulders drop at the recollection of exactly why you and jay hadn't hung out in so long, not being able to cover the scowl on your face as you respond to him, "i don't know, when was the last time jay? must've been before you started ignoring me."

jay's smile drops, "y/n i-."

"no, it's fine, jay, i get it; you were friends with jake first after all, so why don't we just continue how it is right now."

"i wasn't ignoring you, y/n."

you scoff and turn on your heel, but jay's hand on your arm prevents you, "y/n, i'm sorry, but i wasn't ignoring you, we just," jay pauses to find the correct word to use, "we just drifted apart."

"drifted apart?" you repeat his words and take a step towards him so your bodies are almost touching, "no, you drifted away from me when you realized that you could be popular."

it's silent between you two as you stand facing each other in the hallway. your chest is heaving from the anger that was forming in your chest during your rant. jay's eyes look sullen and a slight frown is on his lips as he looks down at you.

"i'm sorry, y/n." he apologizes again; the sincerity in his voice makes it hard for you to look at him and your eyes drift to the vinyl floor. when you don't give him an answer, you feel his hand under your chin begin to gently lift your face so you can look at him, "i mean it, y/n, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make us drift apart from each other, i want to fix things between us."

"why did you wait all this time to try to fix things? i mean, why are you reaching out now?"

jay forces himself to not tense up at your questions, knowing that if he did, you would sense that something was off about him. the sad look in your eyes made jay feel slightly bad about his true actions as to why he was standing in front of you now. he was sure that if he told you the truth about the bet he had bargained with his friends, you would walk away from him right now and never look at him again.

"because I realized that high school is almost over, and there are some mistakes i've made during the past years, and I want to try to fix them. and one of those mistakes is letting our friendship just fade out, letting us drift apart." jay's not usually fazed about lying or how easily he is at it. Still, a feeling sets deep into his stomach as the words leave his mouth. jay hopes that he covers the suddenness of the weird feeling with the smirk he puts on his face.

you keep your eyebrow raised as you respond to him, "so, you want us to be friends again?"

"yes."

you cross your arms over your chest and scan him, trying to pick up on anything weird from him. the smirk he's kept on his face for almost all of high school remains on his face as he stares at you with an almost innocent expression.

"c'mon, y/n, remember when we used to have fun together?" jay tries to persuade you into accepting his offer of friendship, "it's those memories that made me realize how much fun i've missed out on with you in the past years."

you try to keep a straight face, but the memory of you and jay pushing jake into his pool with all his clothes still on makes a small smile appear on your face that jay unfortunately notices.

"y/n," jay whines and slips his arm around your shoulders, "think about all the fun we can have together again," he leans in close to you, so his lips are against your ear, "all the trouble."

you gulp at his tone and choice of words and gently back away from his grasp, "fine." your voice comes out meek and quiet, but jay still hears you and starts to excitedly grin from ear to ear.

"really?"

"yes, jay." you roll your eyes and smile.

"thank you, thank you." jay continues smiling and approaches you again, wrapping you up in his arms and spinning around with you off the ground.

"jay!"

"sorry," jay sets you down, "i'm just so glad you agreed."

"yeah, whatever." you turn to the side to try to mask your own happiness.

"so let's go." jay nods towards the doors at the end of the hall.

"what do you mean?"

"let's hang out, duh."

you press your lips together, "i would, but i meant it when i said that i have things to do after school."

"what things do you just have to do today?"

"study." you shrug nonchalantly.

"oh my god," jay groans, "you sound like the perfect kid that my dad wants."

"well, maybe i am. think he'll adopt me?" you tease him.

"haha," jay fakes a smile, "i don't think anyone would want to truly be adopted by him."

"why? all he wants is someone perfect; that doesn't sound too hard."

"shut up." jay pushes his fist gently against your shoulder with a smile, "you know how my dad is."

"i know, i know, so shouldn't you be studying right about now since you're his son."

"mm, yeah, but maybe after i meet up with the guys." you nod in understanding, "how about you and i study together in the library on thursday together?"

"yeah, sure."

"okay, so i'll see you thursday then?"

"yeah, i'll see you."

"okay, have fun with studying and all the other important things you have to do."

"bye, jay." you roll your eyes again and start to walk down the hall to the exit.

"bye, y/n."

as you get closer to home, you can't help but mentally put up walls around yourself when it comes to jay. you admit that it is weird that after all this time, jay wants to suddenly be friends with you again. even when you questioned him, you were still iffy whether or not he was being genuine or not. but you also can't deny that talking to and being around him didn't feel nice, and it felt like how it used to feel. you felt so carefree around him that you wonder if you'll be able to keep up the mental walls you have built to keep him out.

you continuously told yourself not to entirely give in to the excitement you were feeling because of jay park. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t counting down the seconds until Thursday.

“what’s gotten you so excited?” haewon asks as you both sit in the cafeteria for lunch.

you shrug, “i don’t know.”

“oh, come on, i noticed yesterday that you were happier than usual, and now today you can barely sit still,” haewon leans over so her face is closer to yours from across the table, “so tell me, what’s gotten you so excited?”

you sigh, “jay wants to be friends with me again.”

haewon’s quizzical smile drops as she sits back into her chair, “jay as in jay park?”

you look down at the textbook you were previously studying and pretend that you’ve gone back to reading it, “yep.”

“y/n, you know that jay park is a douchebag; we’ve gone over this a thousa-.”

“he’s not a douchebag,” you defend him, and it surprises you and haewon, “he just makes stupid decisions.”

“i can’t believe what I’m hearing right now,” your best friend shakes her head in disbelief, “jay park suddenly wants to be your friend again, and now everything you’ve ever said or thought about him is thrown out the window?”

“of course not!”

“Well then, have you completely forgotten everything he and his idiotic friends have done to others? what they’ve done to you?”

you place your head in your hand and rub the spot in between your eyebrows from the frustration you’re feeling, “this is why i didn’t want to tell you.” you know it isn’t like you to not tell haewon something, especially if it’s made you as happy as you are that you are going to become friends with jay again. but after all the conversations you and haewon have had about your past friends, you knew she wouldn’t accept it.

haewon wasn’t as popular as jay, sunghoon or jake, and she didn’t want to be. that was one thing that you and haewon bonded over when you first became friends; neither of you fell into the high school fantasy that consumes almost every teenager. you didn’t get all the hype about it, and you especially didn’t get the hype about the popular trio that took over the high school.

haewon didn’t necessarily hate the trio; she just didn’t agree with any of the stupid decisions they made, certainly not the ones where they’ve treated another person wrongly. she thought you and the trio were on entirely different sides of the spectrum of people, and she never understood how you could be friends with them.

but haewon didn’t know jay, sunghoon and jake as you did. she didn’t hold all the memories, the inside jokes, the serious talks about the future like you did.

“didn’t want to tell me?” haewon repeats what you said, “great, so now you’re keeping stuff from me?”

“haewon, no, that’s not what i meant. i just know that you don’t like jay and that you probably wouldn’t want me being friends with him again.”

“well, you’re right, i don’t want you being friends with him again, but what can i do? you make your own decisions, i just don’t want to be the one you run to when he hurts you again, especially not after you don’t want to tell me things anymore.” you can see the look of hurt on haewon’s face as she spoke to you.

haewon is loyal to all of her friends, and she doesn’t hesitate to stand up for someone or for something that she considers suitable. you’re almost painfully aware that what she’s saying is correct and that it’s coming from the better side of her heart, but she doesn’t understand that jay used to be your best friend too.

“i’m sorry that i upset you won, but if my past friend wants to become friends with me again, then i think its worth a shot.”

“Okay,” haewon nods, “i respect your decision, y/n.”

“thank you.” you tilt your head down again to continue reading.

“but if that idiot hurts you one more time, he better know that you have me by your side this time around.”

“oh god.”

jay met you at the table during study hall like he said he would. the table was basically in the middle of the room, surrounded by the other circular tables with other students studying in the library during that period. you can't hide the grin on your face as jay sits across from him, slipping his backpack off his shoulders onto the ground.

you kept haewon's words in your head, reminding yourself to be wary of jay at first and not forget how he's hurt you in the past.

"hey," jay greets you, pulling out his notebooks to study with, "are we starting with biology?"

"yeah, sure," you agree and pull out your notebook.

"good, because I'm extremely behind in it."

"what? how're you behind in it?"

jay shrugs, "i usually study for biology a lot on sunday's, but the guys want to spend every Saturday staying out as late as possible because we only have so many highschool saturday's left, so i've been too hungover to wake up early and study." you make a noise of understanding, not sure what else to say since you couldn't relate to any of it.

you weren't the party type, you didn't drink, and you could care less about how many more high school saturday's were left. you just wanted to finish high school with high grades and forget about anything that had happened to you in the school building.

well, forget everything except for studying with jay park in the library.

"but i won't be behind anymore since you're studying with me, right? you'll get me all caught up?" jay's eyebrows wiggled.

"yeah, I'll see what i can do for you," you responded, biting your lip as you skim through your notebook to the latest chapters your class has covered.

you found it hard to look at jay for too long. you don't remember feeling as if you couldn't look at him when you were friends. his jaw has become more defined, his lips plumper, and his ears were pierced, which held dangling silver earrings from them. his eyes were darker, too, not as light as you marked them in your head from when you were in your early days of high school with him.

you don't watch his darker eyes as they scan your innocent self, skimming through your notes so you can help him catch up on work that he probably doesn't even need your help with if he looked at the textbook longer than a minute while being sober. but maybe your notes can help him anyways since he knows how meticulous and intelligent you are. y/n y/l/n, always prepared and on time, a good girl just like everyone says she is.

"This is last week's notes; we went over basic digestive system things before we get into the more detailed stuff this week." you slide over the lined pieces of paper to him, distracting jay from his thoughts.

your handwriting is neat and cute, and jay thinks it's exactly like you in a way. he wouldn't have expected your writing to look like anything else. you tried your best in everything, even in your notes that only yourself would see. you are always so eager to please, and jay finds it intriguing.

"Thanks, y/n," jay smiles at you, making you gently respond that it was no problem. "are you going to go over biology, too?"

"mm, probably not; I'm thinking about going over the calculus notes for the test."

"the calculus test isn't for another week and a half, though."

you shrug, "i know."

jay smirks at your curt response, grabbing his pen after you hold your own. he writes down the title of the chapter and the date lazily, not looking forward to writing out study notes when you are right in front of him. your eyebrows are drawn together, and your bottom lip is snagged between your teeth as you work on the math problem on your calculator.

jay's always thought you were pretty, but he thinks you're the prettiest when you concentrate.

from the outside, he's sure that it probably looks like you guys aren't interacting or know each other. the way you're so intently hunched over the worksheet, scribbling away hard at work, and he's sat back swinging his pen back and forth. jay's noticed the couple of looks the pair of you have gotten since he's sat down in front of you, but he chooses to ignore it, for now, focusing instead on you.

jay's noticed now that your hair is tied back into a pony, leaving your pretty neck on display for him. your shirt is loose at the top of your chest, allowing him and anyone else to see slightly down it, where he catches a slight glimpse of your red bra. and he wonders if you remembered that his favourite colour is red.

images of you laying on his bed dressed in red just for him cloud his mind then, and he can't prevent the way his own lip is snagged between his teeth.

although you feel like you're whole mind is consumed by calculus, you still notice the lack of words jay has written on his page as you glance over at him. his body is relaxed, but his face is tense as he stares off, his eyes seemingly landing on you. you try not to tense up at the observation and continue your maths problem, but your mind starts to wander farther and farther away from maths and closer to jay park.

suddenly you feel a foot start to tap against your own under the table, making you smirk as you glance up at jay, who's only looking back at you with a mischievous grin. his foot starts to gently glide up your leg, pushing your pant leg up with it until he has successfully pushed your pants up to your knee, your leg now being bare if anyone looked underneath. "what is it?" you ask him, making him drop his foot back down to the ground, allowing your pants to fall and cover your leg again, "Mr. Harvard needs help with a little biology problem?"

"shut up," he rolls his eyes, "are you almost done?"

you glance down at your work, "mm, kinda." you see the way that jay glances over his shoulder, staring at the other students in the library during the period. Watching his eyes scan over the rest of the room, you realize quite a few of the students are staring right back at you and jay. your body tenses then, not used to so many people looking in your direction. "why?"

jay turns his head back to you at your question, and he shrugs his shoulders, "no reason, i guess i'm just too distracted to study right now, too much on my mind."

"Oh," you nod, your eyes glancing down to the table right in front of you, feeling awkward with him suddenly.

you wonder if jay's bothered by the others looking at him, noticing that you and him are together. you wonder if he's embarrassed to be seen with you. he still must be caught up in his whole popular lifestyle, so you would imagine that he's affected by who he's seen with.

"how about we study together on the weekend? like on Saturday." jay suggests finally, sliding your paper back to you.

"um, yeah, sure." you nod, trying to hide the disappointment you are feeling.

"at my house?"

"oh," your eyes widen at his suggestion.

"is that okay with you?" jay tilts his head with concern at your quick change in expression.

"yeah, that's fine."

"cool," jay nods, packing up his things, "I'll see you then, yeah?"

"yeah, see you."

"okay, get back to studying, good girl," jay winks at you before he turns and heads out the library doors, waving at the study hall teacher as he leaves without being questioned by her.

you try to ignore the bottomless pit feeling in your stomach as you let your thoughts race in the now quiet library. you hadn't noticed all the whispering happening while jay was still in the library. you wonder if haewon was right and that jay hadn't had a sudden realization of his mistakes like he had said. you wonder if he has asked you to study at his house instead of the library so people wouldn't know that the two of you are friends. you wonder if he regrets asking you to study with him in the first place, and now he feels like he has to. you wonder if he was really distracted or if it was just a lie to get away from you.

technically jay hadn't lied; he was genuinely distracted, just not by the noise, but by you instead. you were practically consuming him whole, and you were simply sitting across the table from him. it was driving him crazy that he could just reach over and touch you there. he wondered if you would let him touch you there, in front of everyone. he bets you would since you're such a good girl.

maybe you'd even be a good girl for him.

when haewon asks you how studying with jay went, you tell her everything except for the feeling he put in your stomach when he traced his foot up your leg in the middle of the library. you aren’t sure how an action so minor could leave you daydreaming about jay park. you want to know what else he would’ve done if you hadn’t spoken to him, almost snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.

you had also planned on leaving the wink part out when you would tell haewon, but you forgot at the moment and let it slip out.

“he winked?!” haewon exclaims loudly in the cafeteria the next day.

“shh,” you put your index finger to your lips to shush her.

“Sorry,” haewon lowers her voice and leans towards you, “but he winked?”

“yeah, when he left.”

“but like, what type of wink? a cheesy wink to annoy you, or like an ‘i’ll see you later, wink?” haewon wiggles her eyebrows with the second option. “and it better not be the second option.”

“i don’t know, won.” you sigh and lean back into your chair, “it was just a wink!”

“girl, we need to know what type of meaning is behind the wink!”

“why? who cares what it meant!”

“i care! and you should care! jay park cannot be into you!”

“and why not?”

haewon’s face drops at your question, “y/n, don’t tell me that you like jay park!”

“shhh!” you repeat your action from before, telling her to be quiet. “i don’t like jay park.” your best friend glares at you, not believing you. “haewon, i would never date jay. i mean it.”

“but you would fuck him,”

“what, no!” you shake your head in surprise, “i never said that! where are you getting any of this from?”

“nowhere, i’m just making sure your self-values are still intact.”

you sigh, “what does that mean, haewon?” already tired of her over-exaggerating for the day, and it was only noon.

“well, you know what happens when you fuck one from the trio.” haewon answers nonchalantly, plopping a fry into her mouth.

“yes, i know what happens; everyone finds out, and i’ll get hurt and possibly made fun of by my best friend.”

haewon laughs, “that’s exactly what happens!” she clinks the tip of her fry to yours and plops it in her mouth.

“well, i’m sorry, but you’re not going to have anything to make fun of me with since i am not fucking jay park or anyone in the trio!”

“well, if you do fuck anyone from the trio, i hope you truly think about it before you commit to it.” haewon’s voice becomes serious as she drags another fry through ketchup.

“i will, won.” you nod, raising an eyebrow at her sudden seriousness but not questioning her further.

“Good.” haewon forces a smile, shoving her fry towards you so you can meet the tip of hers with your own, cheersing over a plate of ketchup in the middle of the cafeteria over something that will never happen.

although it's been well over two years since you have been to jay park's house, you still remember the way there, like you have gone there one million times.

the house is just as big and fancy as you remember it to be when you start to walk up the long driveway to the mansion. the house is white with accents of black across it, and the large freshly trimmed dark green bushes surround the outskirts of the property. the front door is just as intimidating as the rest of the house, but you get the courage to ring the doorbell.

a relaxed jay opens the door a few seconds later, the same smirk permanently plastered on his face is showing as he looks down at you with amusement in his eyes, "hey y/n, you can come in."

you thank him and step into the house past him. it's just as fancy inside as it is on the outside, with paintings and expensive decorations all over the place.

"is your mom home?" you ask him, noticing how quiet the giant house is.

"no, she's out today until later," he responds with a shrug.

"ah, i haven't seen her in a while, i wanted to say hi."

jay smiles as he approaches you, "maybe next time, yeah?" you respond with a smile and jay points towards the stairs that lead to the second floor, "do you want to study in my room?"

"yeah, sure." you let him cross in front of you, so he leads the way to his bedroom.

jay already has his textbooks sprawled across his bed when you walk in after him. he sits beside it, patting an empty spot afterwards so you can sit on his bed with him.

"i still need to study biology."

"yeah, I'm pretty behind in history, to be honest.".

"What? We have a test on Monday, how behind are you?"

"i don't know, i just don't feel like I'm the best with history, so it's hard for me to study it."

"oh, i see," jay smirks at you.

"What?" you chuckle.

"i'm sure you know everything in history; you just aren't confident with it, right?"

"yeah, basically."

"well i'm pretty good at history, so how about i go over some of the review questions with you."

"Really?"

"yeah," jay shrugs and grabs your history textbook.

"i don't know, though; I'm really not good at it, i don't want to sound like an idiot."

jay rolls his eyes as he looks at you, "you're not an idiot, y/n," jay flips through the textbook to get to the chapter of the test, "how about every time you get a question right, you have to answer one of my questions."

you raise your eyebrow in question, "like what?"

"Like, anything i want to ask, and you have to answer honestly."

you hum as you think, "okay."

jay smirks again, "but if you know the history answer then you have to say it, you can't pretend to know it."

you shove jay's shoulder as you laugh, "I'm not a cheater jay, i'll say it honestly if i know it."

"good girl." jay couldn't stop the words from falling out of his mouth as he thought them, but the redden colour appearing on his cheeks made him not regret it.

you've been called a good girl before by your parents, friends, and some annoying people at school who used the term to make fun of you. but the words slipping off of jay's tongue made the words different. they made your body react in a way you didn't think it could.

after jay looks through the textbook for a few more minutes, he clears his throat, "in which European country was there a civil war between 1946 and 1949?"

"oh c'mon," you shook your head, "that's an easy one."

"Okay, then, what's the answer?"

"Greece."

jay smiled at your answer, "great, now for my own question."

"oh god,"

jay thinks for a second before he looks back at you, "are you happy that we're friends again?"

"yes," you respond quickly before thinking about it.

"good, i am, too."

you smile shyly, picking at a loose piece of skin on your finger as jay searches for another question to ask you from the book.

"Which country was the first to give women the right to vote, in 1893?"

you sighed, "New Zealand."

"what's with the sigh? you got it right."

"you're the reason for the sigh! you're asking me easy questions, so I'll answer your own questions!"

"no, i'm not! these are not easy questions; they're just easy to you because you're smart." you shake your head to deflect his compliment, "now, did you miss me when we weren't friends?"

you thought for a second before answering, "i missed the old you, the one i have all the memories with."

"i missed you too."

"Really?'

"yeah, why wouldn't i?"

"i don't know; you've gotten so many more friends and better, more time-consuming things in your life i didn't think you'd miss me."

"of course, i missed you; every time i saw you in the halls, i wanted to talk to you, but i just didn't have the time to stop and say hi, i guess." you nod to acknowledge his words, and he apologizes again.

"you don't have to say you're sorry; we're friends again, so it's okay."

jay's grateful that you forgave him so quickly, but there's a small part of him that wishes you didn't so that this whole bet thing he's made with his friends couldn't have gone farther than it already has. he's got you sitting on his bed with the house all to himself. your skirt is pushed up your legs, and he wants to grab your legs and put them over his shoulders so his face is in between his thighs.

he's glad that the textbook he's holding is covering his lap.

"in which year was Joan of arc burned at the stake?"

"Jay," you whine.

"What?"

"you're picking easy ones!"

"no, i'm not! they all just seem easy because you're smart!"

"1431."

jay grins deviously, "i got a good one." you roll your eyes and prepare yourself, "out of me, jake and hoon, who do you think are most attractive?"

"oh my god," you put your hands over your face, feeling your cheeks heat up from the embarrassing question. "why would you ask something like that?"

"because i wanna know." jay shrugs casually.

"well, i don't know."

"oh c'mon, i'm sure you've thought about it at least once."

you've thought about it a lot more times than at least once. there were times when you and haewon would debate for hours about who was the most attractive out of the trio. haewon always quickly decided on jay, but you just couldn't bring yourself to pick one of them. they were all stunning in their own different ways.

"i haven't, so i don't know."

"y/n," it's jay's turn to whine, "just say the answer."

"my answer is that i don't know."

jay huffs playfully, "fine, then which commonwealth nation was granted full independence from Britain in 1986?"

you flop back so your lying down now, your hands covering your face as you mumble out the answer, "Australia."

suddenly jay is prying your hands away from your face and pinning them over your head with one of his hands. you can feel the warmth from his body take over your own as he's now practically laying on top of you. before you get a chance to speak, the smirking boy is already asking you his question.

"Have you ever thought about kissing me?"

your faces are close together as you look at each other. you can smell his cologne at full force now and blame it for your brain clouding over the common sense part of it as you speak.

"yes."

"would you let me kiss you?"

"you can only ask one question at a time, jay." your voices are whispering now, although no one is home to hear you anyway.

jay sighs, his free hand reaching to rub your jaw, "such a good girl for following the rules." the nickname you once hated falls from his mouth again. you feel your stomach tighten with excitement. "what's the name of the first satellite launched in 1957 that fell back to earth in 1958?"

"sputnik."

jay's thumb of the hand that is holding your jaw starts to push against your bottom lip, both of you continuing to stare at each other with growing lust in your eyes, "i think you deserve a reward for studying so well, don't you think, y/n?" you nod gently in response, so he repeats, "would you let me kiss you?"

"yes."

jay's lips are instantly against yours. they're as soft as you imagined and feel even better. you're quick to follow his lead, your lips moving in sync like you've done it one million times before. your lips open in a gasp when you feel his hand start to slide under the cotton fabric of your panties.

jay's tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth, meshing itself with your own tongue. your whine at the feeling of his cold fingers meeting your skin, and your hands still pinned against the bed, unable to touch him.

"you're okay if i touch you? make you feel good?" you shudder as jay speaks, his lips brushing over yours. your legs tighten around his waist, not wanting him to leave. you find yourself nodding in response, no hesitance found in you. "good girl, let me reward you."

jay lets his fingers touch your heated core, making you whine again. you feel all your thoughts drift away and be replaced with jay, his fingers start to rub small circles over your clit, your eye close for a second until he speaks again.

"fuck, you're wearing red."

you're confused for a second until you look where his eyes are locked. your red panties are on full display for him to see now. A small patch of arousal has leaked through the fabric, visible for both of you to see. "yeah?" jay lets go of your arms, letting you sit up on your elbows.

"you look so fucking good in red." he presses his thumb into your clit, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head at the sudden fast pace. you gasp when you feel his middle finger start to tease your opening, circling around it, preparing you. "you know my favourite colour is red?"

"i-is it?" you manage to ask, mentally congratulating yourself for choosing the red underwear to wear today.

"yeah, especially on you." jay's lips kiss along your neck, biting gently on the sweet spots. it leaves red tints behind where his lips have been. jay hopes sunghoon and jake will get to see them before they fade.

jay forces his finger into you then, starting to pump his finger in and out, trying to find your g spot every time he does. his thumb doesn't stop rubbing small circles over your clit, adding to the pleasure as he brushes over your walls. your hand grips his bed sheets, pulling them closer to you for some stability.

"fuck, you're so tight around my finger, baby." jay says into your skin, planting a kiss on your cheek. "can't wait to feel you around my cock." you whine and your legs try to close around his arm. "what? do you want my fingers or not?"

"i want your cock, jay."

jay hums as his fingers start to hit a particular spot inside of you, making your toes curl as you try to listen to what he's saying, "i think you'll have to ask nicer than that. you are my good girl after all, aren't you?"

"Please, jay, i want your cock so bad; please let me feel it."

jay's fingers stop as your toes curl from the pleasure. you whimper when he pulls them out, and both of you stop and stare at the amount of juices on his fingers. jay slips his juice coated fingers into his mouth, eyes closing at the taste of you. you whine when he moans out in delight at the taste.

"taste so good, baby, better than i've ever imagined."

the thought that jay park had thought about what you would taste like sent more of your juices dribbling out and onto your thighs. the wetness between your legs was almost too much as the sloppy sounds from your legs rubbing together filled his bedroom. you wonder for a brief moment how many times jay has thought about you and him in this position before.

jay slips off his shirt first, letting you scan his bare torso. his light abs are clenching as he bends over and pulls off his sweatpants and underwear. his hard cock springs out and almost hits the top of his stomach. the precum that has settled onto his cum drips downward would almost be unrecognized if you weren't so intently staring at it.

jay crawls back onto his bed, holding one of your legs in each of his hands and settling himself between them. jay helps you pull off of your skirt and throws it onto the pill of his own clothes. his fingers slip onto the sides of your underwear and pull them off your legs, leaving your core bare for him to see. a quiet 'fuck’ leaves jay's mouth as he stares at your soaked pussy.

"so pretty," he mumbles, leaning forward to press his lips into yours again. his fingers slip under your shirt, dancing across your stomach until your shirt is bunched up at your neck. both of you pull away from your kiss so jay can help you take off your shirt. he flings the shirt onto the floor with the rest of the clothes, and looks down at your bare breasts. your nipples are hard from the cold, and their pink hue makes jay want to suck on them until you're begging him to stop.

jay slips on a condom he grabbed from his nightstand, securing it before he presses his hips against yours. jay finally lines his hips up with your own, pushing his hard cock against your core. he can't help but realize just how deep he would be able to fit inside of you.

"Please jay," you beg again nicely, getting impatient from all his staring.

"Okay, okay, baby," jay chuckles fondly, "tell me if it hurts."

both you and jay hiss as he finally pushes into you. his cock is hitting every wall inside of you as he slides further and further in, not leaving an untouched area.

"fuck, so warm and tight," jay groans out, his hands gripping onto your waist harder as his balls hit your pussy. "so good already,"

your core tightens around him at his praises, you didn't think hearing compliments from jay would have affected you in some way. you don't want him to stop. you like knowing that you are the one that can get him to feel good. you, out of all people, can make one of the boys from the trio groan and hiss as he slides into you.

jay pushes in and out slowly at first, letting both of you get used to the feeling. your warm walls make it easy for him to lose himself in the feeling. jay has thought about what it would feel like to be inside you since freshman year. he remembers the first time he saw you with jake and couldn't help but think how badly he wanted you. he's always wanted to know what you feel like, and now his dick is twitching with every moment because of it.

jay throws his head back in pleasure as he picks up the pace, fucking into you faster. your walls are creating such a tight grip on his cock that it feels like he can barely move. your legs spread wide just for him is driving him crazy.

you look so innocent for him, just so good. your eyes fighting to stay open to look back at him, little cries and whimpers leaving your mouth. the moan of his name slipping from your pretty lips only makes him fuck into you harder.

"you're so pretty, baby." jay runs one of his hands down the valley of your breasts and stops at the top of your stomach. his palm feels the warmth and smoothness of your skin, and the slight bulge from his cock entering you so deeply.

your breasts bounce each thrust, your hands holding onto jay's forearms for support. his cock is filling you up and hitting deep inside of you which you never thought could happen. you feel your walls pulse at the expression of pleasure that covers jay's face.

"i'm a good girl, right?" you ask, eyes almost closing from the pleasure. the need to hear his praise and to see his own satisfaction makes you question.

"you're my good girl," jay thrusts in once and so hard your body jerks up the bed, "so good for me," he thrusts hard again, "would do anything to please me, wouldn't you?" jay thrusts hard once more, his hands gripping your waist roughly.

"yes, jay, any-anything ffor you," you stutter out to him, his pace picking up speed again. jay brings his thumb back down to your clit, rubbing hard circles on it.

you can feel the heat in your stomach start to build up then. it's growing quickly, and jay's grunts and praises are helping you reach it. his cock is clouding your brain, and it's all you can think about as he continues to pound into you.

"f-fuck, y/n i-," jay pants, dropping down onto his elbows, so his body is pressed right up against you, "might cum."

your hands wrap around his shoulders, bringing him in closer, so his face is in your neck, "please cum, jay, i wanna feel you cum so bad, wanna hear you."

more praises fall out of jay's mouth as he cums in the condom, his cock still deep inside of you. jay tries to prolong his high, wanting to stay inside of you for as long as possible. the condom keeps his cum from leaking out, and it makes jay wish he could see it drip down his thighs and mix with his juices.

"fuck, I'm sorry." jay mumbles into your neck, not wanting to look at you. your hands run up and down his back, soothing him after his high. though only he came, both of your chests are heaving heavily at the same pace. your hearts are beating together as you lay chest to chest.

"It's okay, don't worry; I'm glad you came." you chuckle, too out of breath to say more.

jay presses kisses along the bruises on your neck he gave, successfully making you giggle from the ticklish feeling. he mumbles apologies against your neck after every kiss. when he's done with your neck, he pulls his head up to look at you; your pink cheeks, the minimal amount of sweat on your hairline, and the leftover lust still in your eyes make his heart swoon. jay presses his lips to yours, and the kiss is a lot sweeter than all of the kisses before.

"It's okay, jay."

"It's not," jay presses a final quick kiss to your lips before he pulls out of you, your hole gaping from his cock inside you. he feels himself almost drool at the sight. he peels off the condom and throws it into the bin by his bed. "you just felt so good, baby, i didn't know i was cumming until it was too late."

"It's really okay, jay," you reassure him repeatedly.

"It's not," jay wraps his hands around the undersides of your thighs, "but i'll make it okay." he suddenly flips you over so you're on your stomach and knees, your ass perched up from where he holds onto your thighs. jay grabs one of his pillows and puts it underneath your stomach, so it's more comfortable for you, which you appreciate. his fingers start to rub up and down your wet core, "I'll make you feel good, baby."

jay doesn't let you respond before he puts his whole body into eating you out. he's properly burying his face into your core, his spit mixing with your juices significantly. his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, holding you against him. both of you can feel the mess he's already making, his chin drenched and his nose is buried inside of you. his tongue is circling around your clit, taking breaks to lightly nibble on your pretty clit.

you're a moaning mess already, your drool and tears drenching his pillow. your chest is trying to rise and fall quickly but is being prevented by your stomach being pushed against his bed.

jay knows that he's good at making a girl cum with his tongue. of course, he doesn't go around bragging about it like sunghoon does, but he lets it affect his ego, even just a little bit. he likes making girls cum with his mouth, how they taste and how his lips are swollen by the end. though, no one has ever tasted as good as you.

jay smacks your ass when you let out a moan of his name, wanting you to be louder for him in his empty house. "taste so sweet, baby, can't get enough." he speaks into your core, the vibrations of his voice only adding to your pleasure.

jay licks over your folds, sucking them into his mouth quickly before slicking his tongue around your hole. your hips raise off the mattress when he sucks your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste of you. he smacks your ass again, a cry leaving your mouth. his hands are holding your hips now, "stop moving around; wanna make you feel good."

it's hard to do as he says since he's already making you feel so good. you bury your face into his pillow, trying to get yourself to stay still so he can properly eat you out and not have to deal with your hips rising and falling every five seconds.

"f-fuck, jay," you cry out, your hand reaching back to hold onto his hair, "i'm gonna cum.;

"That's right, baby, be a good girl and cum for me," jay starts to suck your clit further into his mouth, his nose digging into your whole. his hands grip tightly onto your waist and ass, massaging the spot where he's slapped. "cum all over my face."

you wish you could see jay's face as you came over it, your body tensing up as your high finally reaches you. your eyes squeeze shut, letting it completely wash over your body and mind. you can hear jay's moaning into your core as you cry out his name.

jay only slows down as he waits for you to regain control of your body and breathing. the sensitivity you're feeling makes you gently push him away, which makes him groan since he knows he could go for hours with his face in between your legs.

jay smacks your ass one final time as he sits back on his bed, both of your chests heaving. he watches you turn around and look at him, keeping your legs closed so he can't see how messy he's made your thighs. you're sure that it's just as messy as his face. you climb over to him and press your lips to his feverishly, wanting to taste yourself off his lips.

you're both still naked as you start to make out again. it's a more innocent make-out session than the previous one. jay's rubbing your sides gently, and your thumb is massaging his cheek.

you pull away after some time, jay taking the chance to plant another kiss on your cheek before you get too far. it's then that you notice how hard his cock is again.

"Don't worry about it," jay's quick to speak, noticing what you are looking at.

"why not?" you tilt your head with a pout, "wanna make you feel good."

"you've already made me feel good, you're gonna be too tired to go home."

you roll your eyes with a smile, "i wanna make you feel good, jay." you straddle his lap before he can refuse again. his hard cock is sprung up in the middle of you two, and you let a glob of spit fall from your lips down onto the tip of his dick, which he hisses from.

"-fuck," jay whispers when your hands wrap around his cock. his cock is so hard and thick, and your dainty fingers look weak against it.

"you feel so good inside of me jay," it's your turn to praise him, resting your forehead against his, your eyes locked on your hand, starting to pump his cock. "you're so big and thick."

"feels so good already," jay nods his head, eyes glancing to meet yours for a second.

"yeah?" you ask in a teasing tone. their eyes meet again and jay feels heat spread through his body.

"yeah, wanna come again, please," he almost begs you, and you wonder if he's ever begged for another girl before.

you begin to stroke his cock faster, your thumb rubbing against its slit every time your head gets to the top. your touch sends jay into a frenzy, unable to control anything he's feeling or saying.

you spit into your palm next, rubbing it over his tip before stroking up and down his length again. "wish i could fit you inside my mouth," you whisper out to him, mesmerized by his cock.

"shit," jay rolls his eyes to the back of his head, the image of his cock in your mouth, poking your cheek outwards creates a coil in his lower stomach.

you laugh against his neck, "you'd like that? seeing how much i could fit of you in my mouth? choking on it as i try to take you deeper?"

"holy shit, y/n, what the f-" jay gasps, his toes curling as his high hits him. Then, your words, scent, hands and your aftertaste on his tongue become too much for him. his head is cloudy as he cums all over himself and your hand. "such a good girl."

jay quickly pushes your hand off of him as you keep stroking him fast, overstimulating him. he can't take it since he's already cum two times. It makes his stomach clench before your hand is gone.

jay leans back on his hand, trying to catch his breath as he watches you lick his cum off your hand, moaning at the taste of it. your eyes close from his pure taste, wishing you could taste more of it.

"you taste so good, too."

"fuck, y/n. don't say shit like that; I'll get hard again."

you laugh and shove his shoulder, pecking his cheek before you get up to get your clothes back on. jay's stomach starts to heat up again, but it isn't from pleasure this time. there's a sinking feeling in his gut as he watches you get dressed again, and he doesn't like it. you're fixing your shirt over your shoulders in his mirror when you look back at him, fully clothed now.

jay opens his mouth to speak but,

"jay?" he hears his mother call for him from downstairs.

"fuck," he says instead, his wide eyes meet your own as you toss him his clothes quickly. he scrambles to get dressed as you grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder.

you smile at him when he's finally dressed, and he follows you out of his room and downstairs, where he forces a smile when you greet his parents. the fake smile remains on his face as he watches his parents' faces contort into a pleasant shock as they recognize your familiar face in their home.

the forced smile remains until you're leaving his house a few minutes later after catching up with his parents after not seeing them for so long. its almost plastered permanently on his face when you wave at him goodbye, telling him that you'll see him tomorrow at school, and thanking him for helping you study.

the smile only leaves when he closes the front door again, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. he thinks guilt washes over him for a second, but he pushes the feeling away and focuses more on the fact that he's still extremely behind in biology instead.

jay just wishes he got the chance or even courage to ask you out before his parents came home and just call the whole bet he's made with his friends off.

jay finds his friends quickly on Monday afternoon since they are in the same spot they always are on Monday afternoons.

he sits himself down in the middle of his best friends on the bleachers' bench, wrapping his arms around their shoulders to bring them closer, "well, guys," sunghoon and jake peel their eyes away from the cheerleaders practicing to jay, "you now can say that i am officially in the lead with our bet,"

"What?" jake and sunghoon pull away from jay simultaneously, ignoring jay's laughter that echoes through the field through the cheerleaders' music.

"you slept with y/n?" jake asks; jay nods in response with an amused expression.

"When?" sunghoon asks him a question now.

"Yesterday," jay shrugs, "at my house."

"Jesus christ," jake runs a hand through his hair at the news.

"was it good?" sunghoon asks jay.

jay scoffs, "of course it was; it's y/n."

"well yeah, but like, what did you guys do?"

jay shoves sunghoon, "I'm not telling you guys the details; all you have to know is that I'm in the lead, and I've officially started our bet."

"well, how do we know if what you're saying isn't a lie?" jake raises an eyebrow at his best friend.

"Because," jay gleams as he digs into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out your red underwear and looping it on his finger, "she left these at my house."

"holy shit," jake covers his mouth in shock, glancing between his two friends and the red underwear in the middle of them. "no way."

"yes, way," jay nods, tucking them back into his pocket, "and if you still don't believe me, how about you go look at her neck?"

"bro, you've really done it, christ." jake shakes his head in astonishment.

"i told you, I'm in the lead."

sunghoon remains quiet as he watches his friends, his throat dry since jay pulled out your underwear. he felt his heart pick up its pace but didn't let it show. his jaw's been locked in place since jay sat between them and told them what he's done.

to be honest, sunghoon's pissed that jay's in the lead, but he knows it won't be the same for much longer since he's going to make you a complete mess.

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221bshrlocked · 2 years

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Security Check (6)

Security Check Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader

Words: 1721

Warnings: Language. Awkward encounters due to alcohol.

A/N: I will be posting the rest of the parts every Wednesday in the afternoon (Pacific Time). And I will reblog with the taglist later. I hope you guys enjoy this and I am so so sorry I forgot to post these parts when I finished the story. Grad school is a pain in the ass...and family is even worse. Add yourself to the taglist here.

You woke with a vague ringing in your ear and it wasn’t until you struggled to open your eyes did you finally realize it was coming from somewhere near you. Groaning in pain, you turned around and saw your bag next to you on the mattress, scrambling through the pockets for your phone and swearing when you saw who it was.

“H..ugh fuck me, hello?” You cleared your throat a few times and rubbed your eyes to come back to reality.

“I guess the wine didn’t agree with you anymore than the last time.” You heard Emilie laughing on the other side and shook your head at how loud she was.

“What happened last night?”

“You mean you don’t remember? Let me jog your memory a bit, Doctor, you had more wine than you can handle, a damsel in distress per usual, but a knight in shining armor saved you from making a fool out of yourself in front of your colleagues and students. Still can’t remember?” The more Emilie talked, the worse the pain in your head became because it only took you another few seconds to realize that you were not in your own apartment. You were in someone else’s and from what your friend just said, you had a pretty good idea whose place you were in.

“Okay...fuck, okay well the damage is done so I just got to deal with the after shitshow.” You rose from the bed slowly, looking over to the nightstand and seeing the two familiar pills next to the water. You swallowed them and stood up, grabbing your head when you felt the throbbing sound everywhere.

“See you in an hour...or maybe more I guess.” Emilie laughed again and you wished you could go off on her but it wasn’t really her fault.

“You’re horrible for letting me drink.”

“Yeah yeah sure love you too.” She hung up and you put your phone back into your bag, walking to the bathroom and refusing to look at the mirror because you didn’t want your self-esteem to drop. You combed your hair and put it up in a bun before washing your face and brushing your teeth.

“Great. You definitely made an impression now.”

Grabbing your bag, you put on your jacket and walked out and down the hallway, hoping the next few minutes wouldn’t be too awkward.

“No no, I promise I’ll make it to the party this time. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Okay, love you too darling. I’ll see you later. Bye.” You couldn’t move from around the corner, heart rate increasing when you replayed the words over and over again.

This was too good to be true.

“Oh hey, I didn’t see you there. Morning sweetheart.” Bucky grabbed a mug and gave it to you, and when nodded your thanks, he knew something was up. When he saw you staring at his phone on the counter, he shut his eyes and thanked god that it wasn’t because you thought he may have done something.

“Sorry if my voice woke you up, my sister loves calling early in the morning.” It was an instantaneous reflex, the way our expression softened a bit, almost as if you were holding your breath and finally let it go.

“That’s r-really sweet.” You hated how well he read your mind, smiling at how thoughtful he was.

“Yeah, except when she does it on the weekend when she knows I like to sleep in.”

You stood in silence as you sipped your coffee and it wasn’t until Bucky heard your stomach growl did he chuckle and move to grab you the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches he made.

“I cook one hell of a breakfast I swear, but we should be leaving soon if you want to go home and change.” Bucky handed you the food before grabbing his keys and his leather jacket.

“Thanks.” You followed him out the door and down the stairs, glad that he didn’t bring anything up from last night.

“You’re offly quiet this morning Y/N.”

So much for less awkwardness.

“I’m realizing I make less of a fool out of myself when I stay quiet.” You refused to look over to him, focusing on the passing cars and the pedestrians outside the car windows.

“But where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” Bucky enjoyed teasing you even more now that he knew how you were when you weren’t shy.

“Huh yeah no I think I’ll pass.”

“Oh I’m sure there isn’t anything you can’t pass.” There was something strange in his tone that made you feel like you should know what he’s talking about. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything else until he reached your apartment.

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Oh god you don’t have to please.”

“Nonsense, you won’t make it anytime if you have to wait for an uber.” He parked and turned off his car, unlocking it and telling you he was sure he could wait. You nodded and practically sprinted out of the car towards the stairs, trying not to think too much of how kind he was being.

As you quickly changed out of your clothes and fixed your hair and make up, memories of last night came rushing back and you swore into the quiet apartment when you remembered the goddamn question you asked him.

You almost thought of not going down and waiting in your apartment until he left but you knew that was just too childish. So when you went downstairs and knocked on his window so he could unlock the door, you buckled your seat belt and waited until he got on the freeway before addressing the elephant in the room. Or the car in this case.

“I’m really sorry about last night.”

“Oh, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Bucky tried so hard not to smile but he knew you knew he was teasing you when he sensed you were looking at him.

“Joke’s on you I’m still going to apologize even though I know you know what I’m referring to. It’s not worse than what I said.” You were getting defensive and Bucky couldn’t help but make it worse.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about darling, I had the time of my life last night.”

“I just want to put this on the record, nonetheless, and tell you how sorry I am. I was completely disrespectful and had no right asking such a personal question and if you would like to write a report once we get to the museum, I’ll be more than happy to tell you who to go to because this is unacceptable behavior an-” You didn’t get to finish your apology because Bucky was reaching across and pulling your neck to him, swallowing your surprise and smiling when you started kissing him back. You reached over and took hold of his hair, pulling on it and shivering when you felt him growl into the kiss.

A loud honk from behind you broke the kiss and Bucky was swearing under his breath when he saw the green light.

You didn't know what to say to him and felt like this only got more awkward.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You asked a little louder than you wished.

“Thinking. It’s too loud.”

“Oh…”

“I’m just thinking out loud here, and call me out if I’m wrong, please, but I feel like you’re the kind of person that overthinks many things, and believe me when I tell you, that apology wasn’t necessary with me but I appreciate it nonetheless because had the tables been turned around, we would be having a different conversation. What I’m saying is, I want you to know that if you do anything that makes me uncomfortable, know that I won’t have an issue calling you out. So please, don’t overthink this. Yeah?” Bucky looked over to make sure you were paying attention and when you nodded, he continued.

“Just like I won’t have a problem telling you what I like and dislike, I need you to do the same with me. If I make you uncomfortable, tell me becau-”

“You make me uncomfortable.”

The little outburst surprised Bucky and he wasn’t sure what you were talking about until you grabbed the hand on his thigh and held it in your own.

“Not in a bad way…”

Oh.

“Will it help if I stop my teasing? Because I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable sweetheart.” You took a few seconds to reply, avoiding the way his hand held tightly onto yours.

“No, no...it’s welcomed.” He could tell this was a lot for you but he still had one more thing to ask before you reached the university.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush Y/N, I really like you. And I want to take you out on dates, and be there when you’re too stressed and just need to cuddle, and make you breakfast and lunch and dinner. I have this really good feeling about us,” he noticed the way your fingers twitched when he said ‘us’ but he continued anyway. “And I want it all with you baby.”

“That...sounds nice.” You didn’t trust your voice, or your mind frankly, to say anything else.

“So we’re not overthinking anymore?”

“No.”

“And you’ll tell me anything that comes to mind even if you think it’ll be awkward?”

“Yes.”

“Great, now that we’ve got that out of the way, I can’t wait to show you the, what is it you called them, ‘exciting features’ of this arm!?” The second you registered his words, you threw his hand away and looked out the window again, sulking for the rest of the car ride, and ignoring his whispered apologies and touches.

And when he tried to tell you that you were the one enjoying his teasing, you thanked god you were already on campus, grabbing your things and walking out the car but not before thanking him for the last twenty four hours.

Bucky didn’t try to stop you, knowing very well that you probably needed some space to think over everything he just said.

“Well, that wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.” You texted Emilie and declined the call when you saw her name come up.

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americaswritings · 3 years

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Invisible

Warnings: Angst, Insecurity & Self-doubt, Language

Summary: The reader stays with Tom and his friends during quarantine. To protect her from media and fans, the reader can’t been seen in any social media posts. It leads to her feeling more and more lonely and isolated until she can’t take it anymore.

Words: 2.6k

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader

A/N: I wrote this when Tom hosted the marvel pub quiz, but completely forgot to post it!

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"That's it. Thank you for joining and taking part in the quiz! I hope you had as much fun as we did and don't forget to post your answers using the hashtag massive marvel pub quiz so we can find your answers easier. Stay safe and healthy. Bye guys!"

You watched as Tom's face disappeared and the live stream ended.

But the excitement that you had felt when you had first heared of the idea of a marvel quiz was gone. Now you just felt empty. And alone.

You knew that you were overreacting, after all Tom and the others were just a few rooms away, but you couldn't help and feel left out. Again.

You weren't invited to join the live stream in the first place so why join them know?

You knew that Tom only wanted to protect you and himself by keeping you out of the public's eye. If they found out that a female in his age was spending the time during quarantine at his house, they would go wild. You could already imagine the headlines that would follow.

After all Tom had exerperienced how far his ‘fans’ and the media would go when a photo of him and Olivia had gone viral.

Only a few blurry images and both Tom and Olivia had been attacked for weeks, even so far that the girl had to make her instagram private, yet the hate comments never stopped.

And Tom knew that he would never risk the chance of you having to read through pages of hate comments of people that didn't even know you. Because if they did, they knew they could never hate you.

You were kind and loving and you cared a little too deeply.

Tom still remembered when you had called him crying, because you didn't feel confident enough to go out after some girls in your class had made it their mission to target all your insecurities and make mean comments whenever you passed them.

He still remembered the anger and hate he felt inside of him when he listened to your sobbing and how the girl's words had gotten to you, to the point you even believed them.

So when you had moved in with him and the boys, he had decided to keep you out of everything that could reveal to the world that you were living with them. You had agreed without a second doubt, because in that moment it seemed the only rational and responsible thing to do.

Now you weren't so sure anymore, because it hurt so much to be invisible every day. You had gotten used to the fact that you could only watch their instagram stories, live streams and tik toks without being able to join them. But what hurt you even more were the little things.

"Hey y/n, could you leave the room for a sec? You are always in the background of the video!"

A second often turned into hours and soon you found yourself retreating to your room more and more to avoid having to leave and get hurt again.

Yesterday you had decided to do a little game night and you felt so carefree that you came to the conclusion that you were being ridiculous and should rather enjoy the time with them instead of obsessing over your feelings. But then you had laughed over something that had been said and Tom has sighed, dropping his phone.

"Great, now I have to delete that, because you were laughing in the background", he stated, clearly frustrated and you felt heat rushing to your cheeks.

"I'm sorry", you mumbled but it sounded more like a question than a sincere apologzy, because really, what where you even apologizing for? Harrsion had leaned over to get a better look at Tom's phone. "That would have been a great post, mate!"

You adverted your eyes, starring at the table and analysing the natural pattern of the wood to try and distract yourself from the embarassment and the tears that had filled your eyes. "I know right", Tom sighed again and you crounched down in your seat even more.

"I will do that again now so you have to be completely quiet now y/n, got it?

You wanted to scream at them, because you weren't dumb and yet they were treating you like a child that had misbehaved and was now lectured. But you only gulped and nodded, fearing that if you said something, your voice would break and reveal how hurt you really felt.

While they recorded the story again, you listened to their loud laughter as you fought back the tears.

Eventually you excued yourself, mumbling something about having a headache, but you doubted that they even noticed.

Now you could hear them laugh again and even though Tom's laugh was one of your favorite sounds, it now cut deeper into your heart like a knife.

You were still staring at your phone screen where you saw photos of answer sheets already popping up. You had gotten around 20 answers right, but you didn't feel proud.

When Tom had told you about the marvel quiz you had been beyond excited. Since you could remember you loved the marvel movies. Your rooms had been filled with posters and other merchandise and your friends only rolled their eyes when you suggested to watch a marvel movie during your movie nights.

You had build your knowdlege over the years and loved to challenge Tom, who thought of himself as a big marvel fan as well, regarding who knew more about the marvel cinematic universe.

So when he came up with the idea of a marvel live quiz, you insisted to take part and therefore hear the questions for the first time during the stream so you had the same chance as everyone else.

But as soon as Harry and Harrison had joined the live stream your enthusiasm had faded. They were having so much fun and you were sitting in your room, all on your own. The familiar feeling of loneliness and self doubt had accompained you the rest of the live stream and now that it had ended you just wanted to crawl under the covers and weep into your pillow.

Maybe you were clingy and needy and overthinking again, but you couldn't help the overwhelming sadness and you began to doubt if staying with Tom was a mistake and if your friendship meant more to you than the others.

Maybe you should pack your things tomorrow and tell Tom that you needed to go home. He would understand if you claimed to miss the comfort of being at your home but then again, you would be even more lonely.

Frustrated you threw your phone on the nightstand and quickly changed into your pajamas before crawling into bed.

In the darkness of the room the disappointment felt even more overwhelming and you grabbed onto your pillow for comfort.

A knock made you freeze and your heart started pouding in your chest. You prayed that the person would leave you alone and go away if you pretended to be asleep so you stayed silent.

"Y/n?"

It was Tom's voice.

"We want to watch a movie. Wanna join us?"

You knew that he wouldn't go away until the got an answer so you dismissed your plan and braced yourself to speak.

"No, I am tired, but thanks." You hoped that Tom didn't notice how nervous you sounded and after an agonizing moment of silence you could hear him mutter an "okay" and walk away.

Did you imagine it or did he sound disapppointed? Now feeling guilty too, you covered your face in your hands in frustration.

Why did everything have to go wrong?

And wait...did you still have your make-up on?

You let out a sound of frustration when you realized that you had to get up again to wipe off your make-up. You had applied it because you wanted to feel your best during the quiz you had been so excited for, but now it meant walking all the way to the bathroom.

Which meant leaving your room again.

You slowly opened your door, peeking out to check if the corridors were empty. You proceeded to tiptoe to the bathroom and closed the door behind you while relief flooded you. You really didn't want to meet anyone now, not when you felt like breaking into tears every second.

When you looked into the mirror and began to wash your make-up off, you allowed yourself to let the tears flow. A few sobs escaped your mouth, but the bathroom was far enough from the living room so they wouldn't be able to hear you.

Without the make-up on, you felt a little more relaxed and you couldn't wait to get into bed again.

But when you reached your room without running into anyone on the way, you were more than surprised to see that once you had closed the door and turned around, you weren't alone.

Tom was sitting on your bed, looking up at you when you entered the room.

You could conclude from the frown that covered his face that you looked as horrible as you felt. Your eyes were probably still puffy and red from the crying and your hair was in a messy bun.

"Tom?", you stuttered, too shocked to come up with something that would save you from this conversation. "What are you doing here?", you added, hating how weak your voice sounded.

His frown grew even deeper and he mustered your apperance, hurt visible in his eyes.

"You were so excited for the quiz so when you didn't leave your room I grew worried", he explained while you akwardly stood next to the door, leaving as much space between the two of you as possible.

"Oh that- I just didn't feel good so I decided to sleep early today", you tried to brush it off, but you knew that Tom would not fall for it.

"Why have you been crying?"

His question was acommpanied by a stern gaze and you couldn't help feeling guilty and ashamed.

"I- I wasn't", you stuttered, but it didn't even sound believable to your own ears. Tom raised his eyebrow, but when he saw how uncomfortable you looked his features softened.

"Hey, you can talk to me, you know that right? Whatever it is, you can tell me and we can figure this out together." His voice was so gentle and caring that tears filled your eyes again and you silently cursed yourself for being so emotional.

You didn't want to cry in front of Tom. It would not be the first time and when it had happened he had always managed to make you feel better and put a smile on your face again, but you also knew the shame that would follow afterwards.

You didn't want him to think that you were too sensitive.

But the tears weren't only a result of your hurt, no, anger was building inside of you at his words. "Really Tom, really?", you snapped and he flinched in surprise.

"Are you sure you want me to talk to you? Maybe someone is filming an instagram story and I could be heard in the background so I should just say nothing at all. Or even better, why don't I just leave the room so there is a lesser chance that I could ruin your precious masterpieces by just existing."

Tom's eyes had widened at your outburst and you actually felt bad for a second, but then you remembered the many occasions he had made you feel like you weren't good enough and the anger came back.

"You know what? I think it would be best if I just went home. I am done being treated like an outsider and being blamed for everything I do!"

Tom had jumped up from the bed and was crossing the distance between the two of you with large steps, but you raised your hands before he could come closer to you.

"Y/n I am so sorry", he stumbled over his words, desperately trying to find the right words. "I didn't realize- I never would have..." Frustrated he ran a hand through his hair.

"Listen, I screwed up! I didn't realize that my behaviour- that I was hurting you and I am so sorry! I just wanted to protect you and now I am the one making you feel this way. Fuck, I am so sorry!"

His words seemed geniune and your heart ached to step forward and pull him into a hug, but you knew that you could not forget so easily.

"I didn't think that this was so important to you. Why didn't you say anything?" He was rubbing the back of his head, seemingly tensed.

"I don't care much about not being in the stories Tom. But it really hurt whenever I am send away so you can film together or when I am told to shut up so I can't be heard while you all have fun together”, you explained, trying to keep your vice even.

“I just feel like I am a burden to you and if you don't want to spend time with me that's fine I guess but I would appreciate for you to tell me that so I can stop trying and just go home."

"No, no, no it's not like that I swear!” Tom seemed desperate again, articulating with his hands to underline his words.

“I miss spending time with you, I really do and it was stupid of me to let myself being dragged into this whole instagram thing!

You know I am normally not the person to care much about posting, but I thought now that everyone is stuck at home, I could make my fans happy and distract them from the situation by sharing more of my life. I should have never put them before you and I am truly sorry!” You could see the regret clearly in his eyes as he took in a deep breath.

“Please don't go."

You were biting your lip as you were trying your best to stay calm and not break into tears. You had imagined confronting Tom and letting all your anger and hurt out, but now that he stood in front of you with his eyes full of hurt and regret and his pleading words for you to stay, your anger vanished.

"Are you sure?", you asked him in uncertainty, because you knew you couldn't bare if nothing would change. But Tom desperately nodded. "I am. Tomorrow I am going to post a photo to let my fans now that I am taking a break from social media!"

He looked so determined, so sure, that a warm feeling filled you. "You would do that?"

"Of course! I want to make it up to you and besides I was not lying when I said that I miss spending time with you”, he stated, stepping a little closer to you when you didn’t protest anymore.

“You were so distant the last days and I didn't know what to do, so I thought that I should give you space. Seems like that is the last thing I should have done", he sayed with a sheepish smile covering his face.

"Sorry for being so caught up in myself. I should have said something earlier too", you admitted, a small smile forming on your lips, when you felt the burden fall off your shoulders.

"Hug?", Tom suggested and you didn't have to think twice about it.

When he wrapped his strong arms around you, you realized that going back to your place would have been a mistake. Because at some point your home hadn't been a place anymore. Instead it had become a person and you didn't plan on letting go any time soon.

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pupandangelscoffee · 3 years

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Three makes a family

Eddie Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley x Female reader

Genre: mostly fluff, slight angst in the middle

TW: mentions of alcohol, arguing

Word count: slightly over 3K

Taglist: @enterprise-medical

Buck really loved Carla and he knew that Eddie did too, especially since Chris always seemed to happy around her. That is why he did not understand why Eddie chose to hire a babysitter for Chris, clearly Carla could do the babysitting. Eddie tried explaining that he wanted Carla to be able to have some days off, too. After all, it can be exhausting to babysit a very energetic kid all day.

Even if Buck does not understand Eddie’s motivations, he is now sitting in the older male’s living room and waiting for the doorbell to ring, already painting a picture of the babysitter in his head. She probably looks like an evil witch with gray hair and lots of wrinkles on her face, making her seem friendly despite her secretly scaring children by telling them she would eat them. Though as soon as the doorbell rings, Chris starts racing his dad to the door, leaving a very confused Buck behind. “Why did his little buddy seem so excited to see the new babysitter? Why was his little buddy more excited to see his babysitter than he was when Buck came over earlier?? This just feels unfair!” Buck concludes in his head, getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab himself a drink. From his place he can hear the excited yells from Chris, a small smile immediately creeping on his face though dropping almost instantly when he remembers that he wasn’t the one making Chris that happy.

After taking another deep breath, he makes his way over to the living room very steadily, ready to assess you. However, as soon as he lays eyes on you, he chokes up and trips over his own feet, crashing into the small table on the side and dropping his glass. Startled by the sound, Chris, Eddie and you turn around to face him, you immediately jumping up and helping the young firefighter with the broken glass. “You didn’t tell me that I have to babysit two kids, Eds” you state, earning laughter from Chris and Eddie and an embarrassed look from Buck. “You must be Buck, right? Chris has told me a lot about you” you tell the embarrassed man, who is still in shock from seeing your beauty up close. Chuckling softly, you grab the shards of broken glass from his hands before heading to the kitchen to get a towel and throw the shards away.

“So, what do you think?” Eddie asks Buck softly while you are out of the room, however, he does not get a response as Buck simply continues staring at the spot you were sitting a moment ago. Chris slowly gets up and hugs Buck, thinking that the firefighter got hurt when he tripped, though Eddie quickly understood what was going on and shakes his head. Seems like Buck 1.0 still existed somewhere in his younger friend, despite everyone telling him that Buck was no longer like that. Perhaps he should talk to Maddie about this, needing someone’s opinion, that actually knew Buck as well as he did. Though before he has the chance to excuse himself, you are back in the living room and making your way over to Chris. “Ready for a fun day, Chris?” you ask him with a smile playing on your lips to which Chris eagerly nods and allows you to pick him up. “I will bring him home at 8 tonight, alright Eds?” you state, turning to look at the older male. “Yeah, 8 sounds perfect. I will see you tonight.” He replies, smiling at you and walking over to press a kiss goodbye onto Chris’s forehead.

As soon as you and Chris are gone, he gets another cup of water and pours it over Buck’s head, successfully pulling him out of his trance. “Do not even think about sleeping with Y/N, Evan.” He states lowly, giving the younger firefighter a glare while Buck just looks up at him sheepishly. “In my defense, you forgot to mention that the new babysitter was smoking hot. A warning would have been nice.” He grumbles as he shakes his head, sending water droplets flying everywhere before getting up and dropping on to the couch with a small groan. The response left Eddie frowning, sure, he was aware that you were attractive and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t attracted to you, especially after seeing how much Chris adores you. However, that did not lessen the blow of Buck’s blunt response. Perhaps that was why he was fearing that Buck 1.0 was back, he didn’t want you to be scared off purely because his best friend was incapable of keeping his dick in his pants. “Just try not to fuck her immediately when you get her alone, please. Chris really likes her.” Eddie nearly begs, deciding it was better that he doesn’t add that he likes you too. Buck sighs and nods, pouting a bit. Though for his little buddy, he would definitely try not to get into her pants. After all, he didn’t want Chris to hate him, especially if it was because he couldn’t control himself around you. However, this wasn’t going to stop him from teasing Eddie by flirting with you, because despite the older man trying to hide it, he could tell that Eddie had a thing for you as well.

8 comes quicker than the two males expect and they are slightly startled from their cuddled position when they hear the door opening. Glancing out into the hallway, they spot you carrying a sleeping Chris into his room, unknowingly causing both of the males to smile. Soon enough, you walk into the living room and whisper “he is asleep now and probably won’t be waking up any time soon. We had a lot of fun” before grabbing your bag that you placed on the table in the hallway on your way in. It was clear that you were about to leave, so Buck jumps up and grabs your hand, putting on his best kicked puppy expression. “Why don’t you stay for a bit longer? We have some wine in the fridge and I will drop you off at your place later, I wouldn’t feel right letting a pretty lady like yourself be outside all by yourself.” He states softly, pouting a bit in hopes that it would convince you to stay. You glance between him and his friend, who was eagerly nodding, before sighing and setting down your bag. “Fine, I’ll stay for a bit. But only if you have anything to eat that isn’t almost pure sugar.” You agree, your request causing the older male to jump into motion and quickly rushing into the kitchen to put a pizza in the oven for you. Meanwhile, Buck leads you back to the couch, not letting go of your hand until you pull it away.

Somehow you end up being squished between the two men, a glass of wine in your hand and the pizza on the table. After some small arguing, they decided to just let you choose the movie, so now they had to suffer through one of your favorite horror movies. While you sit there not even flinching, Buck is absolutely terrified and unsure whether he should feel impressed by the fact that you do not mind horror movies or scared that you clearly do not cringe at the big amounts of blood spattering all over the screen. On the other side, Eddie has managed to wrap his arm around your shoulder, with the excuse that he feels safer if he knows that you and Buck are safe and within his reach. He is definitely impressed by your ability to keep a straight face at the movie, though definitely not as surprised as Buck, especially because he knew about your background.

Soon enough the first movie is finished, then a second one, then a third and the next thing you know, you wake up to the smell of bacon in a bed that was most certainly not yours. Looking down at yourself, you realize that the shirt you are wearing is also not yours, leaving you confused for a moment because you do not recall getting changed the previous night. Sighing, you quickly come to the conclusion that one of the two men must have changed you. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you make your way into the kitchen, where you are greeted by the sight of a small family breakfast with Buck, Eddie and Chris. Deep inside your heart, you wish to wake up to that small family every morning, though that wish quickly gets locked up and hidden from the world as you make your way to the coffee machine to get a cup. Chris is the first of the three to react to your presence, calling out your nickname before grinning brightly at you. “Good morning, little one. Did you help make breakfast?” You ask, sitting down on the counter to smile at the nodding boy. “Yeah!! Daddy gave me instructions!” He explains with an excited tone before glancing at the clock and frowning. “Can you convince dad to let me stay at home today?” He asks you with a hushed tone, causing you to giggle and shake your head, whispering back “sorry, but I am sure that the captain would not enjoy you missing your big day in school. Or how else is your group supposed to present the fantastic poem you wrote?”. Chris tilts his head before thinking for a moment. “Fair after school?” he tries to negotiate, causing you to giggle again before nodding. “Sure thing, buddy. Now go brush your teeth and I will drive you to school, okay?” “Okay, mommy!” Chris replies before rushing off to brush his teeth, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind as his words sink into all of you.

Eddie and Buck are watching your interaction with Chris, the sound of your giggles making the smile without realizing it. Surely, you must have noticed that they changed you into something more comfortable last night after you had fallen asleep on Eddie’s chest. However, it just felt natural to the two males to take care of you and make you breakfast, Chris being a bit help. Though when Chris calls you mommy, they freeze and Buck even chokes on his piece of the pancake. They certainly did not expect that Chris was that fond of you, though Eddie is slightly less surprised than Buck, thinking about the countless times that Chris had asked for you to come over. Still, the sudden name caused his movement to halt as well, his brain going haywire, trying to figure out if Chris had somehow found out about his attraction for you and that is why he felt so comfortable with calling you mommy. Or perhaps it was simply because the men had decided to pull one of Eddie’s shirt on you yesterday and that is what made it seem like you two were dating. Or was it the couple of times he had invited you out with Chris and him for dinner? His train of thought is quickly broken though, when Chris appears in the kitchen and says goodbye to the two men, calling Buck dad and Eddie daddy before rushing off to your car. Once again you three are left alone in the kitchen, the silence deafening. “Drive safely, okay?” Buck manages to mutter out, making you nod. Glancing between the two men, you decide to peck their cheeks before rushing out after Chris, grabbing your bag in the process to drive him to the school.

When you return to Eddie’s house, you can already hear the yelling from the outside. Slowly making your way into the house, you can finally understand what the two were arguing about. You. From what you gathered, Eddie was upset with Buck for flirting with you while Buck was countering that obviously Eddie was too chicken to do something about his feelings for you. Avoiding nearly being hit by a vase that comes flying your way, you clear your throat causing the fight to die down and both men to turn to you. “I- uh…” Eddie starts, though you raise your hand to silence him before grabbing the stuff you had left on the couch. “Once you two grow up and handle this like actual adults, then you can call me.” You state before walking out of the house and slamming the door shut behind you, leaving the two men dumbfounded and broken.

Two months. It takes two months of Chris sulking, Bobby scolding them and roughly 5 meetings with Maddie before they can finally face each other again. Yet whenever they stare at your number, they chicken out, too afraid to call you. You had been right, they were acting like two children throwing tantrums, build on the unspoken feelings between them. But now that they were dating steadily and currently curled up together on the couch, they finally decide to call you up. However, much to their distaste, a man answers your phone and for a moment they believe they lost any chance with you, if there even was one to begin with. “Hello? Are you still there?” The man on the phone asks, causing Eddie to nod and reply with a small “yeah”. A hum is heard from the other side of the line before they hear “what do you want from my sister?”. Never in their life did the duo think that hearing such a question would be such a relief. Buck reacts quicker than Eddie and explains the situation, what has happened and why they were calling now. Another hum is audible before some commotion can be heard and then they hear your voice, a sense of happiness washing over them. For whatever reason, you actually agree to meet with them after your work, giving them the address of your workplace.

Your shift ends in 10 minutes when Buck and Eddie walk into the club where you were working, quickly spotting you behind the bar, deciding that your outfit was definitely too short for their liking. Holding on to Eddie’s hand tightly, Buck weasels his way through the crowd and stops right before you at the bar, smiling softly as you smile back. Though he can’t help but look you over once more, the small shirt definitely compliments your chest yet does not leave a lot to the imagination and your shorts are barely allowed to be titled shorts by how short they are. Eddie notices what the younger firefighter is doing and quickly elbows his ribs, earning a grunt and a displeased look from the other before smiling at you. “Three of your favorites, nena.” Eddie yells over the music to you and watches as you get to work, mixing three shot glasses filled with some purpelish looking liquor before sliding them over to him. “What would you like, Evan?” You ask softly before adding “a blowjob?” with a smirk, causing the young male to choke on his own spit, believing he did not hear you correctly. “I am talking about the drink, dumbass.” You explain with a small laugh, preparing one before setting it down before Buck, who still looks like a puppy which just got caught destroying your favorite pair of shoes. “T-Thanks,” he finally mutters out, grabbing the drink and mentally kicking himself for sounding like a schoolgirl that was talking to her first crush. You three fall into an easy conversation, barely paying attention to the time, not noticing that your shift was over until your coworker walks up behind you and tells you to start leaving. You nod and lead the two firefighters to the back room that usually only employees are allowed to enter before grabbing a shirt from your bag and pulling it on before looking at the two men. “Before you ask, yes, it is your shirt, Eds. It is just very comfy.” You state, grabbing the rest of your belongings before smiling at the boys and leading them out of the back door.

A warm ball of cuddles and limbs, that is how you would describe the three of you on Eddie’s bed right now. After you left your workplace, the boys started bombarding you with questions and you answered them all honestly, about how you chose this job in hopes that you would forget the two men that made your days so much brighter, about how you missed Chris and a bunch of other things that they wanted to know. On the way back to Eddie’s place, they stopped at some restaurant that was still open and grabbed the food. Once you were all at his place, you ate and then proceeded to talk about the three of you, about the feelings the duo had for each other and for you and how they wished for you to be a part of the small family they had created. First you jokingly denied them, teasing them that you did not have any feelings for them, but after seeing the hurt flash on their faces, you quickly explained how you returned their feelings and that you missed them a lot within the past two months, even if Carla had kept you up to date with their wellbeing. So now you were all cuddling and just enjoying the presence, because even if tomorrow was not given, if tomorrow everything could fall apart, right now you three were a happy family and you would not change that for anything in this world.

Chris’s reaction the next morning when he walks into the kitchen and sees you sitting on the counter, sipping your coffee while Buck is standing between your legs is priceless. You did not know that the kid could even hit such a high note, but he manages to do so when he screams your name and scrambles over to you, pouting at Buck standing in his way. That was most definitely not what he had in his mind when his dad told him that there was a surprise waiting for him in the kitchen. Though you quickly push Buck to the side, earning a whine from the male about how mean you are, before jumping off the counter and hugging Chris tightly, excited to spend the rest of your mornings with those three.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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OH I HAVE AN IDEA like an angsty fic where bucky and reader have a miscommunication and it causes a fight between them and they are both like ???? “we’ve never yelled at each other ??? what is this” AND IDK I JUST WANT ANGST

So, head empty, very little thoughts, but I hope this works and you like it 🥺

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You sang along to the music that was playing softly in the background as you showered and got ready for your day. You’d had a late start, easily giving into Bucky and staying in bed for just five more minutes, which had really turned out to be almost another hour. The good thing about being the boss was that you could afford to be late every once in a while. Bucky was in the kitchen, whipping up a quick breakfast before he too needed to leave and go about his day.

“Sugar,” he called out to you as you washed your hair. You could faintly make out his voice as you carried on, but figured you’d be able to make out what he was saying well enough, “I’ve got everything made and prepared just how you like it!”

You thought nothing of it for a moment and continued to wash your hair; but about halfway through the motions, you stopped in surprise. What had he actually said?

“Bucky? Bub, what did you say?” you quickly rinsed out our hair before pulling back the shower curtain as you tried to listen in. Had he really said he was mad?

“It’s all done! I’m done,” he called back as he covered your plate for you to find once you got out of the shower. He grabbed his travel mug of coffee and headed towards the door, giving Alpine a quick pet before leaving, “bye honey. Running late and gotta go - I’m leaving!”

“Bucky!” you almost slipped and fell as you tore back the shower curtain and almost jumped out of the shower. It was still running as you haphazardly grabbed a towel and darted down the hall and into the kitchen. But he was already gone; the only thing that was left behind was the faint smell of his cologne. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you trudged back down the hall to finish your shower. You were already running late and whatever this was - whatever had just happened - would need to wait until later.

Had Bucky really just broken up with you in the midst of a shower? It sure seemed like it right now.

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A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you sat down and stared at your computer screen. You’d had the same spreadsheets and charts pulled up for the last two hours and made almost no progress. You swore that almost every single interaction you’d had with Bucky over the last week was playing on loop in your mind. You were desperately trying to figure out where you’d gone wrong, what had caused him to snap.

In an effort to alleviate your own fears, you’d texted Bucky to get a response from him and see what was going on. But you hadn’t heard back from him. You’d sent three messages before deciding not to bombard him. But still...if he was just up and leaving you after almost three years together, he owed you at least a small explanation.

You opened google and quickly pulled up an apartment search, already resigned yourself to the idea that you’d need to find a new place fast. Being around for too long would be too hard and you didn’t want to subject to more torture than necessary. And Alpine! You’d need to decide what to do with your beloved cat - Alpine loved you equally, how were you to choose who would get the fluffy little thing? And all the friends in common you shared...who would they side with?

“Fuck,” you groaned at nothing in particular and decided to focus on your work. At least that would keep you distracted and your brain focused on something other than Bucky. You would figure out everything else tonight. It would all be fine. This was no big deal; maybe your world was falling apart...but you would handle it. You always did.

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When you finally allowed yourself to go home that evening, you were shocked to find the lights on and Bucky in the kitchen. He was on the phone with someone, his new girlfriend or someone like that you immediately presumed, moving about the kitchen as he finished dinner. You choked up as you watched the domestic scene that was so normal to you by now. But this time, it felt so wrong.

You stormed in and for whatever reason, you decided that grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Bucky was a good idea. You picked the soft thing up in your arms and hurled at him, who suddenly realized you were home and yelped in surprise as he dodged the offending object. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he pointed to the earbuds in ears as he turned back to the stove.

You were seeing red by now as you stormed in the kitchen and ripped his earbuds out. He was so stunned by your sudden actions, he jumped back and offered up a shocked look.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” you shouted at him as you threw the buds on the floor, half tempted to stomp them, “how fucking dare you!”

“Sugar, what on earth are you talking about?” he grabbed his phone off the counter and ended the call without hesitation. Your chest heaved as you waited for some sort of explanation, “what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright! How on earth could I be alright?” you threw your hands up in exasperation as you tried to unsuccessfully hold back your tears. He was so calm and nonchalant about everything it was almost more frustrating than anything else.

“Okay...something is going on. Care to enlighten me?” he tried to reach up and wipe your tears away but you flinched out of his touch, “sugar?”

“Y-you! It’s you!” you cried softly as he motioned for you to explain just what it was about him that was the problem.

“What about me…?”

“You just break up with me this morning and tell me you’re leaving me and then you just come back like nothing has happened?” as soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky’s mouth dropped open. It was news to him that he’d broken up with you, “and you didn’t answer my texts all day! I deserve some sort of explanation!”

“I didn’t...I didn’t break up with you, Sugar,” he stated simply as you tilted to your head in confusion, trying to decide if he was pulling your leg or being honest, “why would I leave you? That makes no sense. I love you - I’m in love with you!”

“This morning,” you whispered softly, “you said you were done and you were leaving. When I was in the shower.”

His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what exactly you were talking about. But then it hit him and he struggled not to burst out laughing. He gnawed on his lip as he fervently shook his head, “my sweet girl, you...well you heard me correctly, but incorrectly at the same time.”

“What? I-I swear…”

“What I said was breakfast was done and that I was leaving for work because I was running late too,” he explained as you tried to replay all that you had heard. Maybe...maybe you hadn’t heard him correctly at all - and in turn jumped to the worst possible conclusion, “I had to run...I’m sorry I didn’t come into the bathroom and say goodbye. Maybe that would have solved this whole thing.”

“You’re not..leaving me?” you asked as he just shook his head and took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, “you still love me?”

“I find it both hilarious and concerning that you so easily thought I would just leave,” he kissed the top of your head as you held onto him as tightly as possible, “of course I’m not leaving. You never have to worry about that, sugar. I love you so much, silly girl. You sweet, silly girl.”

“I’m an absolute idiot,” you mumbled as you buried your face in his shoulder. You couldn’t believe that you jumped from A to Z so quickly and without a moment of hesitation, “I’m sorry, Bub. I feel like I wouldn’t blame you if you did want to leave me now.”

“Never,” he promised softly, “even if you do have moments of being ridiculous. Just like I do.”

“If I ever do something so dumb again,” you huffed as you pulled back and looked at those ocean eyes, “just smack some sense into me. But I...you didn’t answer my texts.”

“Texts?” he seemed genuinely confused as he reached for his phone and correctly scrolled through his messages. You could see that there were none from you, “what are you…I was in bad reception today. Blame Sam, that I was just on the phone with, for that one. They probably never came through. I’m sorry, honey. If they’d come in, maybe we could have avoided this whole situation, huh?"

“Some bad luck on top of it,” you hid your face behind your hands and sighed heavily, “James. I..I’m so sorry for everything. I just downright acted like a fool today. I don’t even know where to begin to apologize. I love you, Bub. I hope you can forgive me, but if not...I would-”

“Hey,” he put his hand under chin and turned your face up to meet his own. His smile was lilting and gentle and his eyes soft, “I love you. It’s alright done and forgotten. Are you hungry? Dinner’s just about finished.”

“I love you more than anything,” you whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I just...my emotions were so all over the place today. Like out of control, A to Z. I don’t know what happened.”

“Shit happens,” he dismissed it with a slight scoff as he reached for some dishes, “I’m yours, sugar. Always.”

“Me too,” you agreed as you leaned against the counter, watching him with nothing but adoration. It was then that another realization - and possibly an explanation - hit you. It felt like a punch in the gut, “shit.”

“What?” Bucky asked as he started to plate dinner, “everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled nervously, “just remembered something I forgot to do today.”

“As long as you’re alright…”

“I am,” you promised. You could worry about this later, “hey - I love you so much, Bucky. You know that right?”

“I love you too. Always.”

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n ranboo, tommy tubbo and jack - just come home

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part three to the happier imagine (the great adventures of y/n and ranboo) this is where the group reunites

content warning: angst to fluff, small mention of creepy fan,swearing

please read what’s written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 16-18 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and the others (especially ranboo) in this imagine is completely platonic

so turns out moving house didn’t stop the creepy fan from contacting you neither did blocking every account they made as they began contacting your mods, your business email, they even started spamming ranboos dms, mods and business email and now you had the stress of Tommy trying to contact you. at this point neither you nor ranboo knew what to do, you were both convinced it was a troll trying to scare you both with jokes but the joke wasn’t funny. it never was, to say the least, it was horrifying. you stood with ranboo who was now changing the locks just to keep you safe, it was clear the fan didn’t know your new address as rather than sending you your address (as though you had suddenly forgotten where you lived) like last time it was just random messages trying to psych you both out. your phone buzzed again making ranboo jump you dreaded looking at the notification but you did it anyway

Tommy: y/n I’m serious please can we talk..tubbo and jack aren’t the same without you. I miss you

“anything important y/n?”

“no nothing to worry about”

“you’ve not been acting like yourself since the last stream are you sure you’re okay you know It's not your fault don’t blame yourself for whatever’s upsetting you I’m here for you I love you”

“I know boo I know, i love you too”

later that night you had to quickly end your stream despite to fact you had only been streaming 30 minutes as ranboo was arguing with someone the only reason you knew it was serious was because he was shouting back at the person, you had never heard him so angry and you’ve been friends with him for at least 16 years.

“okay chat that’s gonna be the stream for today…I forgot I have something to do I’m not going to raid anyone on here however tech is live on youtube for the first time in ages so I do recommend you go and check out what he’s doing good morning or good night I’ll see you soon”

as soon as you ended the stream you made your way to the room ranboo was in that's when you overheard tubbo arguing with ranboo

“oh good for you ranboo you're getting everything you want I mean you and y/n moved on easily the two of you bought a new house you both look happy and don't get me started on your career's taking off”

“goodbye tubbo”

ranboo left the call and opened the door

“oh boo”

you instantly pulled him into a hug, it was an extremely stressful time for the pair of you and you understood how painful it is arguing with someone who was once your best friend. every night the memory of Tommy blaming you for things that were out of your control and jack telling you to get out of the car haunted you however nothing compared to the way tubbo looked at you when you finally got home that night. he looked at you as though he never cared about the friendship the pair of you shared. of course, you never told ranboo about it keeping you up at night but he wasn’t stupid he knows you were still hurting even if it had been years since the fallouts happened

“why..why are they trying to get in contact again I was starting to feel like myself again”

“I don’t know…come lie with me on the couch for a while we can talk about anything you want”

the pair of you laid on the couch talking about what was going on and reasons why it was happening. ranboo decided he’d forgive the others if they contact him again however you were not as forgiving as they hurt you and your friend. eventually, his crying came to an end and he fell asleep holding onto you. you were falling asleep yourself until your phone buzzed.

Tommy: look y/n why don’t we all meet again, just come home

y/n: I am home I moved into a lovely house with ranboo and I sold the ‘home’ you’re talking about, now please stop contacting me tom I don’t want in my life anymore not only did you hurt me but you also hurt ranboo

Tommy: fine talk to tubbo

y/n: don’t add him...

*tubbo has been added to the group*

tubbo: hi y/n

y/n: you have 5 minutes to explain why you made ranboo cry.

tubbo: I don’t know what you mean

y/n: do you think you’re funny because oh boy do I have news for you.

Tommy: please just meet us one last time you can even bring ranboo

y/n: I was bringing ranboo anyway

tubbo: can I bring jack

Tommy: yes, see you where we always used to meet

y/n: ight see you Saturday

tubbo: see you Saturday I love you

y/n: please don’t say you love me tubbo. if you did we wouldn’t be in this situation.

you spent the rest of the night messing with ranboos hair you ended up accidentally waking him up however he pretended to be asleep before you could notice he was no longer asleep as he didn’t want this moment to end. however, you did occasionally hear him laugh quietly to himself

“Are you awake or am I hearing things”

he decided there was no point in lying as you were already questioning if he was awake and he was struggling to hold back his laughter so responded by tapping your waist signalling to you he was awake

“great..bad news we have to meet Tommy jack and tubbo on Saturday”

you watched as he quickly opened his eyes looking at you as though you had told him the best news ever

“heh?! actually? are you actually being serious right now”

“Unfortunately I am”

noticing you were unhappy about it he pulled you closer to him and spent the rest of the night explaining why it won’t be as bad as you’re expecting it to be and how it might actually be a good thing after all. a couple of hours later you fell asleep feeling a lot more comfortable with what was happening on Saturday ranboo fell asleep not long after, proud of his achievement. the days flew by, it was finally Saturday and you had mixed feelings about it, on one hand, you were somewhat excited about meeting them but on the other hand, you weren’t sure you were ready for them to enter your life again.

“I'm ill sorry ranboo you’ll have to go on your own”

“wowww real mature making me go all on my own…I thought we were best friends”

“I know you’re joking but I’d feel bad making you go alone give me five minutes and then I’ll be ready to go”

“here”

ranboo decided to throw one of his hoodies at you so you had something to wear that made you feel safe as he understood how overwhelming it’ll be to meet them again, five minutes later you got into the passenger's seat next to ranboo

“not feeling like driving hey”

“I will purposely drive around in circles to avoid meeting them”

“heh…are you okay are you actually okay seeing them, I don’t mind letting you stay home”

“I'm fine boo honestly now let’s go”

once you made it and began walking to meet them ranboo grabbed your hand. the only reason he ended up letting go was to talk to the others since Tommy pulled you into a tight hug not wanting to let you go the moment he saw the pair of you

“y/n I’m so sorry”

“I'm sorry too..”

Tommy spent a good few minutes frantically apologising to you for what happened and how he didn’t mean any of it. he was halfway through his speech about how he’s learned from his mistakes when tubbo spoke up.

“Tommy doesn’t keep y/n to yourself”

“sorry tubso”

you looked at tubbo not knowing what to say, it was evident that the pair of you were still hurt, he reached into his pocket grabbing a rock he found on the beach the other day

“here I found it the other day it reminded me of you”

“thank you I love it”

ranboo stood behind you wrapping an arm around you as he noticed you were starting to get upset. tubbo couldn’t believe how much you and ranboo had changed over the past years and it hurt him how close the pair of you had grown and the promise rings you and ranboo were currently wearing left him questioning whether that could have been him if he didn’t leave you both when it was clear you both needed him. jack spoke up next.

“hey, y/n..”

“nice to see you’re still bald manifold”

“Nice to see you haven’t changed. I’m sorry for what happened it hurt to see you go I was kind of hoping that you'd stay”

“oh jack it’s okay you were just trying to lighten up the situation I'm sorry I was so harsh”

a few months later the five of you were slowly but surely mending your friendship you all knew it would be difficult and take a long time to get back to how it was in the past but it would all be worth it

around a year since you met up again the five of you were closer than ever you were all streaming together again, constantly filming vlogs as a group. safe to say the wait was worth it, however, you and ranboo always wearing the promise rings you got for each still hurt tubbo

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carnationworld-writings · 3 years

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Solution to all problems (Caspian x fem!reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 821

Warnings: none, but if I forgot about anything that may trigger you, feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: The one where she helps him to fall asleep.

Y/N stirred sleepily at the feel of the coldness in the bed she shared with the Narnia king. She moved her hand, trying to find her husband to warm up a little, but to her surprise, he wasn't there. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times and leaned on her shoulder, looking around the room. She frowned when she didn't find Caspian anywhere. She sat up, waiting a few minutes for him, but when he didn't show in the doors, Y/N stood up and came for her warm shawl. The queen wrapped it around her and quietly went out into the corridor, lit by the moonlight. She slowly walked towards Caspian's study, hoping that she would find him there. She opened the door, trying to be quiet, and she smiled when she saw him sitting behind his desk. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him reading some papers and running his hand through his dark hairs. Y/N came closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling when he looked up. She lowered herself and connected their lips in a soft kiss.

"Why are you awake now, my darling?" She moved that she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around him, placing her hands on his chest. She looked at the papers he was holding. She rested her cheek on his head and smiled softly. "I missed you in bed..."

"I'm sorry, love. These reports are still in my mind, and I can't sleep because of this." Caspian gently touched her hand, feeling his muscles relaxing under her soft touch and that lavender scent that enveloped him. He closed his eyes and smiled when he felt her wedding band under his fingers tips. He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it, just above her ring. "But you should be sleeping."

"How can I sleep when my husband has so many problems in his mind? I must take care of him."

Caspian chuckled and raised his head to look at his beloved wife. They were married only a few months, but every day with her was like a beautiful dream for him. With her on his side, he wasn't afraid of anything. She always tried to help him with everything she could, even if that meant that she experienced unpleasantness from the senior counsellors who refused to obey the woman. Every time they made a nasty comment about the queen, he immediately put them in their place. Caspian hated seeing hurt in her eyes, and even when he knew that the queen would give it up just to satisfy counsellors, he didn't want this. Her ideas let him see things from a different perspective, and he appreciated it very much. Because of this, he always listened to her and very often asked her about her opinions.

"What are you suggesting then, my love?"

"Come back to bed with me. Try to allow your body and mind to rest a little. And then in the morning we will eat breakfast. Maybe in the gardens? I am sure that you will find solutions for this problem after this." She kissed the top of his head and moved to stand before him, leaning against his desk. She smiled softly, not letting go of his hand, not even for a second. Caspian knew that she probably was right, and definitely he couldn't resist her when she stood before him only in her white nightdress and with loose hair. He squeezed her hand slightly and nodded his head.

"Alright, my sweet queen. Let's go to our chambers. You must be cold..."

"I'm never cold with you next to me." She brightly smiled when Caspian stood up with soft chuckles. He straightened her shawl and then wrapped an arm around her. He connected their lips in a short kiss and then looked into her eyes.

"What would I do without you?"

"Probably you would overworked yourself. Now, come on. You really need to rest a little."

The king and queen slowly walked to their chambers, holding each other's hands. With smiles on their faces, they laid in bed, where Caspian pulled his wife as close to him as he only could. With a growing heart, he made her laugh, stealing some kisses from her. And soon after this, he started to doze off. He didn't know when, but sleep came to him quickly when he was in his queen's arms. He peacefully slept the rest of the night. In the morning, Y/N made sure to eat together breakfast and take a short walk in the garden. And later, Caspian didn't have to think long about the problems. The solution for it just popped up in his head. After kissing her hard and quickly, he ran to the castle, making a mental note for himself to thank her properly later. Because she was a solution for his every problem.

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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We Need You

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1901

Summary: Bucky comforts a reader with imposter syndrome (inability to believe that one’s success is deserved)

Warnings: imposter syndrome, low self worth/self esteem, feeling worthless, slight angst, mostly comfort

A/N: I have issues that present similarly to imposter syndrome, but I don’t experience it fully or severely. You belong and wherever you are, you fucking earned that. You worked hard to get where you are. I hope this fic can bring you some comfort, I apologize if I did not serve the topic justice. Sorry it took so long! As always, if anyone needs anything from me or just wants to talk and vent, I am ALWAYS here! <3

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You were calm, cool and collected. Smart, dedicated, and hard-working. You were an Avenger, one of the more valuable assets to the team with your training in hand to hand combat and knowledge of weaponry.

At least, that’s how everyone saw you. Everyone except you.

Every “job well done” translated to “I could’ve done better” for you. Compliments in a way felt like pity to you. Like it was all a lie or something. You could’ve been better, you didn’t think you were anything special.

Anytime someone gave you praise you would wave it off with a small smile. Everyone saw it as you being modest, but internally you just couldn’t accept it. You couldn’t accept praise knowing you could’ve done better.

Settle for nothing less than perfection. But nobody’s perfect.

You were endlessly grateful for your team, your family, but you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t deserve it. You had so much good in your life, but you felt like you had to keep proving yourself.

You had everything you could ever want, but you still felt like you had to earn it.

You thought you had done a good job at keeping it hidden. Imposter syndrome you had heard someone call it at one point. You had looked into it, realizing more and more of it resonated with you. You didn’t feel that you deserved your spot on the team, even though most of the team could agree that you were one of their best fighters.

You were also one of the kindest people on the team, and everyone enjoyed being in your company. Again, you wrote it off as them feeling obligated to talk to you rather than them choosing to talk to you.

Everything you thought about yourself, the degrading names you called yourself, and the way you waved off all of your achievements didn’t match up at all with the way anyone thought about you.

It went unnoticed to most. You would put up a front, small smiles and thank you’s occasionally. There would be small side comments that you would make occasionally, but it was nothing that would cause red flags to arise.

It’s nothing, really.

I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have done.

It’s no big deal.

No worries

That’s why I’m here I guess

Compliments were deflected. Whenever you received criticism you would internalize it even though you knew it was nothing against you. Friendly advice to improve job performance. But for you, it reinforces the thought that your performance needed to be improved.

No matter what you did, you would never be good enough. You used to chase achievements, telling yourself that if you did well enough, if you did good things, that you would feel a sense of self worth. That maybe if you achieved things you would be filled with a sense of pride.

Instead you were left feeling as though you didn’t deserve any of the recognition you received. In a way, it made you feel even more insecure.

You thought that if you accepted the praise you would seem self indulgent or boastful that if you said what your achievements were you would seem prideful. So you accepted them with a small smile and thank you. At least until people moved onto the next topic and you drop the smile when it seemed safe. When no one was watching.

When you thought no one was watching.

Which is how Bucky had come to notice the discomfort you had.

When he had first joined the team, he was very quiet. He did a lot of listening and observing, not wanting to speak much himself. That was understandable to anyone. So when you had been introduced to him and your skillset had been mentioned and you waved it off saying no big deal, he had noticed how you shifted as if you were uncomfortable and your smile dropped as soon as the attention was on someone else.

He didn’t think much of it. If anything it had to do with being uncomfortable around him.

But as time passed he started relaxing around everyone too, especially you. He was still accepting what he had done and who he was now. He was still reserved but he wasn’t silent. The two of you had become good friends, being two of the quieter personalities on the team.

Now you had someone to keep you company when you stayed at the outskirts of Tony’s parties.

But as more time went on, he noticed small things that you did. Behaviors you had, things you said. Clutch phrases. The way you would seem embarrassed when people complimented you. The way you would say that there were no worries even if you were the only reason that a mission was successful.

Sometimes when you thought you were alone or no one would hear, he would catch you mumbling things to yourself. Things like yeah right to compliments before giving a genuine response. The slight shakes of the head in protest. The nervous habits you had when you got a compliment. The little things that others were too distracted to notice, too small to

Bucky was an observant man.

Which is how one night, you hadn’t realized him come into your room to talk to you about something that Bucky completely forgot about once he saw you. You were sitting down at your desk, head in your hands and rubbing your eyes.

Jesus why am I so stupid

What the fuck is wrong with me

They don’t mean what they say

How could they like you?

I’m worthless

Just like everyone else

I don’t belong here

You were so trapped by the marathon of degrading thoughts that you hadn’t heard Bucky come in. He stood beside you, concern etched on his face.

“Y/n?” you jumped slightly and took your hands away from your face, blinking in surprise. You had been crying. Why was he here?

“Y/n what’s wrong?” he asked, coming over to you.

You shook your head and shrugged, wiping a few loose tears from your face. “‘M fine Buck,” you whispered, struggling to keep your emotions out of your voice.

“Y/n,” Bucky said, crouching down in front of you. “You wouldn’t be crying if something wasn’t wrong. It’s okay to be upset, there’s nothing wrong with that. Just tell me why you’re upset.”

You shook your head again. “Really Buck, I’m fine.”

“Y/n, I may not be able to read minds like Wanda, but I know something’s bothering you.it’s okay.”

You sighed, taking a breath before looking at him. “Do you guys really mean it?” you suddenly asked meekly.

Bucky drew his eyebrows together in confusion. “Mean...what?”

“After missions, when you say I did the right thing, that I did a good job, that you guys need me - do you mean it?”

Bucky looked more puzzled now. “Yeah, of course we do. Why else would we say things like that?”

“If you thought you were supposed to.” you said suddenly. “Or if, you know, you wanted to be polite, or you thought I wanted to hear it, or you didn’t really mean it I don’t really know I -”

“Y/n, hold on, slow it down...What?” Bucky said. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “I dunno, I just don’t really feel like I’m all that valuable to you guys here. I don’t do anything you guys couldn’t do without me. I make so many mistakes all the time and no matter how hard I try I just don’t feel like I belong here.”

Bucky took a minute to look at you. He had known you doubted yourself but this was beyond what he had thought. To think that you, y/n, weren’t valuable to this team was a crazy idea to him

To you it was the truth.

“Y/n, no, we need you. Why on Earth would you think you don’t belong?”

“Because I haven’t earned it. I’m on the team, I fight with you guys, but I still don’t feel like I should be. The mistakes I make all the time, the wrong calls, the selfish calls, bad judgements...I could go on. I just...no matter how much good I do it doesn’t make the mistakes go away.”

“Y/n, you are one of the best people we have, we -”

“No I’m not,” you said firmly, surprising Bucky. You shook your head. “You guys don’t need me. I don’t deserve to be on this team.”

“And I do?” Bucky asked.

You looked back at him. “What do you mean? Of course you do. Your the best fighter we have, Steve's best friend, we need you.”

“But I’ve made so many mistakes. You know all of the horrible things that I’ve done y/n. I was made into a weapon.” he said.”

“Bucky you know that wasn’t your fault. You didn’t choose that and you would've done anything to stop it. That’s different. You’re a great fighter and a good person, Bucky.”

“So are you.” he stated simply. “Do you believe that?”

You took a deep breath. “I believe you believe that. But that doesn’t mean it’s true.”

Bucky put his hands on your shoulders. “You are a fighter. A hero. You’ve saved so many people doing things that some of us couldn’t or wouldn’t do. People out there remember how you saved them. How you protected them and gave yourself to them. That was you, no one else. You are a part of this team, you help make it what it is. We would be lost without you. You put your blood, sweat, and tears into this team. You give your heart and soul to this team. You’ve earned every goddamn bit of praise you get and more. You fought your place onto this team and you deserve to be here just as much as everyone else here. So when your head tells you that you don’t belong or that we don’t need you, tell it to fuck off. Because you’re one of the best people we have.”

By now you had tears in your eyes again, but not ones of shame. Ones of appreciation and relief. You had wanted to hear those words directly for so long and to be affirmed in that way was something you needed. “Thank you Bucky,” you said softly, giving him one of your first genuine smiles at a compliment.

He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “Anytime. Anytime you want a reminder, you let me know. I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it before you can start to believe it for yourself.”

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rayofsunas · 4 years

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valentine | diluc [2]

A/n: HI GUYS OMG. sorry for the late update, the only excuse I have is after classes, I decided to play the sims all afternoon, that’s it, that’s the excuse- 💀💀 but it’s here now, so enjoy my luvs!!

Summary: the ever so stoic diluc thought he was being secretive when sending anonymous letters and gifts to you during the week of valentine’s day but turns out everyone in mondstadt knew it was him, though thankfully had tight enough lips to not spill the beans to you. kaeya is of no help, so you go seeking answers yourself.

Parings: Diluc/Fem! Reader (for my other mini-series, there will be some gn ones!)

Warnings: valentines (yes, I’m late, shoot me), fluff, wingman Kaeya yes (I’m here for it), swearing

Word count: 1.1k

Diluc couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so out of place, so lost yet certain at the same time. He definitely couldn’t recall the last time Kaeya had laughed so hard, that’s for sure.

He knew he shouldn’t have told the slightly taller male, it wasn’t surprising he reacted the way he did either. But now, Diluc could only regret his stupid decision and remind himself to never do this again. For once, he’d made a stupidly, idiotic choice...

He said he wouldn’t seek help so early, but touching down in reality after realizing he was going about this the wrong way, guided him straight into Kaeya’s waiting open arms. Kaeya on the other hand knew this day would come; when his older, aloof brother would come to him for guidance concerning a lover, it was just a matter of when.

“Seriously? The great ol’ Master Diluc, fretting over a woman?” Kaeya laughed condescendingly. “How... unfitting and unsettling.” He said.

The older of the pair folded his arms, eyes turning into slitted daggers. “Not all of us are... bold like you, twenty-four-seven might I add.” The wine tycoon grumbled.

He knew he’d regret this, he just knew it. Kaeya was twisting, pushing, and practically breaking every one of his buttons and he was basking in it pridefully. If he didn’t grow up, for once, be a little less annoying and a little more tolerable, Diluc would leave and seek help from Lisa; yes, maybe someone who he should’ve gone to first.

Kaeya blinked at his older brother, confused, before bursting out laughing, alerting a few patrons of Angel’s Share. “That’s called life, dear older brother, get used to it maybe and stop being a hermit.” Kaeya teased.

Bastard.

The redhead should’ve waited until closing time to get more privacy, but honestly, Diluc was growing impatient and he clearly wasn't acting rationally these days anyways; you were to blame for his loss of rationality.

“So what is this anyway? You shy or what.” Asked the Captain.

“Shy? Of course not,” Diluc stated, shifting behind the counter. “Would it not be weird for me to randomly approach her and say how I feel?”

A long stare and pause, before Kaeya, smacked his hand to his forehead. “Archons, you’re a lost cause,” He muttered to himself, downing his glass of wine. “It’s weirder anonymously, she probably thinks you’re a creepy stalker.”

“You’ll help me,” Demanded the wine tycoon, whispering lowly in hopes none of the drunk patrons heard him. “Or else you’ll have to start paying full price for alcohol.” Kaeya snickered to himself, staring at his older brother.

“Quarter.”

“I’ll settle for half if you assist me.”

“Threats, ey?” Kaeya smirked. “And would you look here, someone’s become quite the negotiator I see; other words, you’re just desperate.”

Maybe he was, he wouldn’t admit it though. That would just be a subject of more unwanted teasing.

“Are you going to help me or not? You’re wasting my time.”

“Where else do you have to be...” Kaeya grumbled under his drunken breath, Diluc still heard it but decided to ignore it. “I’ll still help you,” Diluc’s face relaxed, shoulders filling with relief. “You came to me for one reason; I have finesse with the ladies, you don’t. For my sanity, I’d prefer you not to be grumpy for the rest of your life.”

“Since I do have to put up with you, brother.”

“The feelings mutual.”

“Great!” The younger of the two snatched a nearby shot of a patron, ignoring the contents and patron's displeasure, before throwing it into the back of his throat. “Let’s start with your finesse and execution,” Kaeya said hopping off of the stool, swiftly turning towards the door. “You have neither.”

“I forgot how embarrassing you were,” Diluc muttered, sending apologetic glances towards the two young women walking away.

“Embarrassing? How so?” Kaeya raised a brow, eye squinting in mockery.

Diluc eyed him dumbfoundedly, before folding his arms and straightening his broad shoulders. “For starters, one of them had a husband, she was clearly uncomfortable and the other looked like she wanted to sock you in your face; I can’t blame her.” He stated.

“Figures, you can’t read women at all. Why am I even trying?” The Captain asked himself. “Right, because I’m a good brother,” He snapped his finger for effects. “One, Dalia’s husband is an incompetent prick. Secondly, Claire is just mad because I stood her up; that’s normal, they all love me otherwise.”

He even knew their names? Archons, what a damn womanizer.

“Yeah, seems like it,” Diluc said sarcastically. “You have no shame.”

“The ladies love that!” Kaeya defended. “You wouldn’t know... Even though you have swarms of women after you all the time - fangirls - you’re as dumb as a damn hilichurl.” Kaeya insulted, patting his older brother on the shoulder before trotting off. Diluc followed closely behind, like a lost child.

“Oh, by the way. About those fangirls, get rid of them, somehow,” Diluc listened, hanging onto every word. “You’ll lose Y/n when she learns about them; women get jealous too.”

“...Noted...”

The rest of the afternoon, the two anti-heroes with attitude problems (as Kaeya had always called them) shamelessly flirted with practically any willing person they could find. Let’s get one thing straight though, Diluc stood behind his brother and watched him get rejected a handful of times and even score a date that he said he would not be showing up to.

What a womanizing heartbreaker, Diluc thought. Flirting, winning a date, and then basically throwing them to the side. Unbelievable.

Diluc on the other hand didn’t take part in the flirting, even if it was good practice like Kaeya had said. One, it was never good to take anything his younger brother said seriously, he often played cruel jokes and basked in the sun afterward after someone else’s downfall, pride still intact. And secondly, was the redhead's love for you. He felt as though he’d be cheating, unfaithful, even if you didn’t know of his affections and adoration for you.

“Now, remember what I said?” Kaeya said, standing straight in front of the Dawn Winery’s wide double doors.

The redhead's eyes rolled. “How could I not? Your annoying voice repeated it the whole way here,”

“By the way,” Diluc started. “You didn’t need to escort me home. I don’t need protection, especially from the likes of a Knight of Favonious.”

“Come on, that’s no way to thank your dear little brother!” Kaeya teased.

“I don't necessarily care what happens, I just wanted to make sure you understood, so I don’t have to waste my day's training you like the amazing teacher I am.” Diluc scowled.

“Where exactly do you have to be?” Mocked Diluc, sending the jab because of what his brother had also said earlier.

Kaeya laughed, beginning to walk towards the path that would lead back to the town.

“Important, mysterious, matters that don’t concern you.” He waved, thankfully disappearing into the dark.

For once in his life, Diluc thinks he’d quite enjoy the nullifying taste of alcohol.

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mmvalentine · 3 years

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The Bargain Pt 4 | Feysand

Modern AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Feyre’s last session was on a Thursday evening, Rhys’ last appointment of the day. And she was running very late.

Feyre rushed down the street, trying to scrape her hair back into some semblance of presentability, and narrowly dodged bowling an old man over in the street. She skidded to a halt outside the tattoo shop, spared just one glance at her reflection in the glass and then swept in. Despite noticing with horror the dark circles under her eyes.

She stood in the doorway, and watched Rhys look up from where he was sitting and sketching, probably startled by the clanging she was making by bursting through the door like this. She just hoped she wasn’t too late.

“I’m so sorry,” she said to him, still panting slightly. “I know I’m unacceptably late. Do you still have time to finish my tattoo?” Rhys put down his pen. "Of course," he said. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," Feyre said, looking away and self-consciously tugging on her dishevelled shirt. "I... got caught up at home, I'm really sorry." "That's okay," Rhys said. "Come on in."

They set up like usual, and soon Rhys was putting the finishing touches on Feyre's arm. She lay there and stared at the ceiling, Tamlin’s latest temper tantrum reeling through her head and still pounding in her ears. And this time, she barely felt the needles at all. She could hear the machines buzzing but the pain seemed very, very far away.

In all honesty, she was glad of a little pain today. Morbid as it may seem, her insides were churning so hard, the sharp physical sensation actually made more sense than the hurt and confusion that she felt every time Tamlin lost his cool. How strange, that being tattooed today seemed like just what she needed.

So she let Rhys finish the shading around her wrist, add dot work, and highlight in white, and just lay quietly. Better than opening her mouth and letting Rhys see what a mess she really was.

But Rhys seemed to notice anyway. He kept glancing up at her, as if waiting for her to resume their usual chatter. After about half an hour, he spoke.

"You know I'm really glad you're here," he said. "All day I've been tattooing this guy who just won't stop singing." It took a moment to filter through, but Feyre had to admit she was intrigued. Rhys went on, speaking quickly as if trying to fill the silence.

"Yeah, he's carrying on and on and even giving tips to Mor- she's one of the artists here, who's in a band. So he's telling her all these things about performing and vocals. Thing is, he's absolutely shite."

Feyre looked at him. Was Rhys… babbling?

"I had to make sure I talked to him the whole time, because if I stopped talking he started singing." Feyre snorted and Rhys smiled to himself.

"So here I am, trying to concentrate and tattoo as fast as I can, and trying to come up with lengthy topics of conversation before one of the guys comes over to murder me." "What did you talk about?" Feyre asked him. "Jellyfish," Rhys told her. "Jellyfish?!" "Yeah I've been listening to podcasts about ocean life and it's all I could think of at the time." "Okay," Feyre said. "Hit me with some jellyfish facts."

"Did you know," Rhys said, "that there is a species of jellyfish that never dies. It's got two life stages, sort of like you know insects have a larval stage, but it just shifts back and forth from one to the other indefinitely." "So it's immortal?" "Yeah, basically. Another species can glom onto each other and form a mega jellyfish, where like there will be a mouth jelly and an excretion jelly and all that but they're just one big jelly now." "Woah like hivemind jellyfish?" "Sure, except jellyfish don't have brains." "That's crazy." "Uh huh."

Rhys let Feyre ponder jellyfish facts while he went back up her arm checking for bits he had missed. Found a spot that would be shaded darker, and started on that bit. The needle bit into her skin with a whine.

"Hey," he said tentatively. "Are you okay?"

Feyre sighed inwardly, and wished fervently that she was the kind of girl that could make a guy laugh, and not worry.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she answered. "I'm so sorry I was late today. Looks like everyone else has pretty much packed up for the day and you're staying late because of me." Indeed the last artist had left the space ten minutes ago, and they were now alone.

"Well, actually," Rhys said, "I'm just about done here. Just have to finish up this bit... and we're finished." He sat up straight, put the machine down and wiped her down. Then he stretched in his seat while Feyre stared at her arm, turning it this way and that. A whorl of night sky and dreaming stared back at her, and for a moment she forgot Tamlin altogether.

"Rhys," she said, "this is incredible. Thank you so much. I…I love it." Loved the way it looked on her, actually. She had never been particularly fond of her own body, and couldn’t stop staring down at herself.

"You're very welcome. If you want, you can go look in the mirror and see then whole effect before I wrap you up."

So Feyre slid off the bench and skipped over to the full length mirror by the wall, and Rhys chuckled as he started packing his area down. She took in her reflection, this time bypassing her tired face completely and just seeing the ink in her skin. She had had the tattoo for months now, but it hadn't prepared her for what the finished product would look like. It looked like... like herself.

When she came back, Rhys wrapped her arm she paid the remainder owing. And then all that was left to do was leave. Go home. To Tamlin.

She stood on the spot, with one ankle turned out and her bottom lip between her teeth. Rhys paused.

"You don't want to go home, do you?" he asked her. And she looked up at him, and his searching, violet eyes, and couldn’t lie to him. She shook her head.

Rhys nodded. Looked around the empty studio, and then said, "Okay. Well I'll need another twenty minutes to finishing break down, and then I will tell you the rest of the jellyfish facts I know before you go. Deal?"

Relief slid into her veins. "Deal."

So she sat a stool in the corner of the studio while Rhys pottered about, putting things away and sanitising his station. Then when he was done, he pulled up another stool and sat opposite her, and told her everything he knew about scyphozoa while she picked through his sharpies and drew pictures in the blank spaces on his left forearm. It was only fair, she had said, since he had inked hers. He even had her sign the work, just below the heel of his palm.

"I'll get it tattooed," he said, "and then when you're world-famous I'll be a collectible item." Feyre laughed. "Okay, well then I'll give you a nice artistic autograph so you don't have to have some random girl's name tattooed on you." She scribbled her signature, and Rhys turned his wrist around to read it. "Oh so by artistic you mean illegible," he said. “Wouldn't want to upset any love interests," Feyre said, "I can't fight for shit." Rhys laughed. "Well there's no one to fight, but thanks for your thoughtful consideration."

They smiled at each other for a minute, until Feyre’s heart squeezed painfully and she forced herself to stand. "I should go," she said. Rhys took his markers back, and walked Feyre to the door.

And yet still, she couldn’t quite walk out.

"So, I guess this is it," Feyre said. "Thank you for everything." She lingered. "You know, I still think we could be good friends, you and I."

Rhys put his hands on the top of the door frame and leaned against it. The hard muscles of his triceps and forearms framed his face, and the light from the shop spilled around him.

"I'll make you a bargain Feyre," he said. "When you're getting tattooed you're really vulnerable and it can be easy to latch on to people who make you feel safe. So, give it six months, and if you still want to be my friend, I would love that. Okay?"

Feyre nodded. "Okay."

She turned to go, but before she did, Rhys reached out one last question.

"Feyre?" She turned. "Are you going to be alright?"

And Feyre put on her very best smile, smoothed it over her face like lipstick, and tried to photograph him, there in the doorway, in her mind.

"I'll be alright," she told him. And she waved and walked home.

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This is based on actual conversations that I had with my tattoo artist recently, and he assures me all of those jellyfish facts are true. Mind blowing stuff.

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @ghostlyrose2 @highladysith @stardelia @feysand-loml @tillyrubes10 @ratabrasileira @live-the-fangirl-life @maybekindasortaace @annejulianneh111 @thebonecarver @rowaelinismyotp @loosingdreams @whythefuckdoiexist @inejsarrow @swankii-art-teacher @sjmships @courtofjurdan @teddytdr @positivewitch @thalia-2-rose @darling-archeron @rapunzel1523 @fairchildjace @asteria-of-mars

#feysand #feysand fic #acotar #fluff #mine

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donaidk · 4 years

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Marcus Armstrong - Almost Home I.

In advance: This is getting a Part 2 for sure. I don’t want to leave it here, but at the same time I felt like it would be really long if I left it in one piece. Turns out I have a whole lot of inspiration for Marcus fics right now. 😂 I also wanna let everyone, who’s waiting for their request, know that uni is starting next week for me. It means less free time, but I will make sure to finish every one of them in the next week or so, and then focus on all the series I started. There’s gonna be slower updates to them, but I’ll make sore to have one or two per week at least. Hopefully they won’t try to kill us in the starting weeks and I will finish up the Lando one so I could start posting that every week and just add some parts from the others to the queue 😊

Thank you Anon for requesting this one though, and sorry for the wait. Hope you will enjoy it and as it’s almost the next day here, have a really happy start to your Friday everyone 🧡

Kind of Taglist: @mickschumcher, @art-gp

Title Song | Masterlist | Taglist/Queue | Request

With the Australian GP knocking on the door Melbourne filled up with tourists and fans even more than usual. The first time I got to witness it in 2017 was actually scary in a way for someone who didn’t know the city well yet. Getting from one part of the city to another was a hard task already, and all the shouting and crazy fans weren’t of much help when I tried to get some usable info out of them so I could finally get to my destination and get off the streets. It almost held me back from choosing Melbourne’s university, but I had to remind myself that it was just once a year and I shouldn't give up my plans because of it. Melbourne was beautiful and their schools were highly rated, giving me everything for a stable future. Luckily I was never disappointed by my choices as it was easy to get used to the life here and I even found some new friends who helped me every time I felt homesick. It wasn’t the worst usually, as I was truly content with how my life was going, but sometimes it just hit me out of nowhere and in those moments they were always there for me.

It was now the third year when we lived through the race weekend, meaning we finally had a working schedule with which we still followed our usual plans but stayed out of the bigger crowds. Although we were in the middle of the semester we always found time to enjoy the still warm weather and spend most of our free time outside. Usually our choice was the beach for the afternoons as even though it was packed until noon, the tourists never stayed for long. We usually arrived in the late afternoon and stayed well after the sun went down, and the temperature went down a little finally. The water usually stayed comfortable until later in the evening making it bearable for almost a whole 24 hours if you weren’t squeamish. Even if you were after spending a few weeks at the beach, everyone got used to it.

As soon as everyone finished with their lectures we got our things together and took the 5 minutes walk down to the beach. We had a favourite spot which was luckily never taken when we got down there. For a few minutes we just sat down, talking about our weeks. I shared a dorm room with two other girls, but we had a few friends who had their own apartments or lived with their family a bit farther away from our university. We usually had one or two days every week to catch up with them as in between lectures we were either too tired or didn’t have the time to do so. But most of the afternoons were ours fully and we used it the best we could to relax but still use that time to make memories for the few years we’re spending together. We could say it’s gonna stay the same after we graduate but everyone knew we would move to different countries as soon as we weren’t connected to Australia. Even I planned to go home, although I enjoyed living here and getting to be independent without my family behind my back.

“ Are you coming? ” One of the girls asked me, as they were already walking down to the water, while I was still standing around our towels with my phone in my hand. I was in the middle debating which sunset photo I should post from my gallery, but her voice made me look up.

“ Just a second. I’ll catch up. ” I smiled at her before looking back down at my screen. In the end my finger finally tapped the posting button and I pushed it aside while I got the sundress off that was on over my bikini.

Right before I would have ran after the girls, the device was back in my hands so I could check that the picture uploaded without a problem. A smile got on my face when I saw a reaction from one of my family members but as soon as it showed the whole list of the people who looked at my story, it faded away. For the past few months whenever I posted something he was always there in the first few seconds or at least minutes. I couldn’t understand what changed that he showed up in my life again, but I didn't really want to give him space in my thoughts either. It has been almost 4 years since we last talked and could call each other best friends, but I wasn’t about to take the first step and message him after he forgot about me until now. I just dropped my phone back into my bag, closing it and then caught up with my friends so they could make me forget about him again.

We spent quite some time in the water, swimming a few laps back and forth before just standing around and enjoying the last rays of sunshine while we chatted away. My thoughts were already in a different direction thanks to all the different topics that came up between us. Sometimes it was harder to make me forget time and time again, but turns out today I only needed some distraction and everything was set for an enjoyable night. With the sun completely off the sky the temperature dropped quickly and it was getting a bit chilly for my liking in just a few minutes. When it was truly uncomfortable I gave up and walked back to the shore, sitting down on my own blanket and draping my towel around my shoulders. It immediately brought enough warmth over my body that I stopped shivering and could wait for them until they would get cold too. Until then I just went onto my phone to go through some posts of my friends. Sometimes I looked up to check on them just so they wouldn’t leave me out of something. One of those times I saw a person coming my way and although I didn’t mind too much attention to it, when he continued and there was no one else in my close proximity I felt like he might be coming to me. In the end I was right as he turned right towards me and then stopped just a few steps away from our blankets.

“ Never thought you would exchange our lovely and perfect red stars for ugly white ones. ” He spoke up and I could recognise the voice even though his face was almost unseeable thanks to him standing with his back towards the moon. My jaw dropped immediately and I felt like I grew roots into the ground as I couldn’t move my body. “ If you want me to fuck off, just tell me. It’s okay. I just thought we could maybe talk, and from the pictures I saw that you’re here. Hoped you didn’t go home yet so I could catch you and... ” He started rambling but I was quick to finally push myself up and hug him immediately. I always imagined our reunion with me being angry at him, but somehow I couldn’t get myself to feel that way now that he was standing right in front of me.

“ You idiot. ” I told him not leaving any space for questions and I could feel as he finally relaxed and hugged me back. “ The biggest in the whole world. ” I added with a sigh, closing my eyes as my brain started functioning again and I had an urge to kick his shin at least.

“ I can live with that. ” Marcus let out a laugh and I could feel as my heart jumped a little at the sound. It was something that always reminded me of our home and spending every possible second together. “ I’m sorry for disappearing. ” He let out a sigh, letting go of me only when we realised my wet bathing suit soaked his shirt, although even he didn’t care about it for too long.

“ What are you doing here? I thought F2 wasn't coming here. ” I asked him confused, knowing that we wouldn’t be in this situation if he traveled here for one of the races in the past two years. “ Not like I’m complaining, but I can hardly believe my own eyes and senses. ” I shook my head a little before looking up at him again. He changed, quite a bit since we last met and even though I saw pictures of him it was different in a face-to-face situation.

“ Ferrari invited a few of us so we could gather some experience. The speed I accepted the offer with might have raised some eyebrows. ” Marcus hid his face in his palm, making me chuckle as I could see the situation unfold in front of my eyes like I was there. “ Thought I would DM you and ask if you wanted to meet up maybe. But I realized it would be better offline. ” I had to roll my eyes at his first idea although I knew he wasn’t lying and it for sure went through his brain as a real possibility.

“ You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have blocked you forever I think. My plan was connecting my fist with your face if we ever meet again, right until you showed up here. ” I shook my head with a smile, as I wasn’t proud of what I wanted to do to him. “ I was really angry when you just stopped talking to me. I tried so hard to reach you, but it felt like you didn’t even exist anymore even though they were talking about you almost every week. ” I sighed, sitting back down and leaving enough space for him too.

“ Would have been deserved actually. ” His fingers scratched at the nape of his neck and I could see the tint of purple traveling up his neck. I watched him as he sat down, pulling his legs up and resting his arms onto them. “ I really am sorry. For a part everything got busy with all the training, races and studying, but at the same time I know damn well a message here and there should have been possible. I messed up, everything. ” His eyes shined even in the minimal light of the moon, and I could get myself to look away. Even feeling the burning stares on my back from my friends didn’t get me to turn around.

“ I won’t say that it’s okay, but I accept your apology. How could I not. ” I let out a breath that I realized was still stuck in me since the initial surprise took over my body. “ It feels like we didn’t even skip over like 3 years of each other’s life. Only difference is that you’re finally taller than me, but the baby face’s still there. ” My hand went up to his cheek to pat it gently like my grandma did for him all the time when he came over for lunch. He always hated it but knew that it was a gesture of love from her and a way to show Marcus that she considered him part of our family.

“ Yeah, I guess it’s going to stay forever. ” Marcus huffed, moving his head back a little to avoid my attack, although he failed miserably. “ I almost forgot, congrats for uni. I remember how hard you were studying to get in. Everyone home was ecstatic when I told them about it. ” His hand slapped his forehead, making me laugh with his expression at the slight stinging he caused himself.

“ Thank you, but it’s nothing compared to your second place last year. ” I shrugged a little but as soon as his lips pulled into a slight smirk my eyes rolled on their own. “ Surprise, surprise, I followed your career. Just as much as you followed my life for the past few months. ” I poked him in the ribs with my finger, making him wince for a second before we both started laughing at the little sound he made.

“ Fair. I still hate how Instagram shows who opened your stories. ” He shook his head a little and both of our heads turned towards the water when we realized the background chatting was getting closer and closer to where we were sitting. They were just a few meters away when my eyes landed on their figures and I sensed when Marcus stood up from next to me, making me push myself up too.

I didn’t feel too anxious about him meeting my other friends, although I knew what this meant for my evening at the dorm with them. They would have an immense amount of questions both about him and us, even though I already mentioned him when we were bringing up our past. A few of them even knew about my past feelings about him and how him reappearing on my socials played with my emotions, but they only saw a few photos of him. This was another level and I knew he would be the topic for at least the next week between us, for one reason or another. Depends on how we get on from this point and if we manage to keep in contact when they have to fly away again.

“ Oh, I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. I told you someone was coming here. ” My roommate spoke up as soon as they got close enough to make us out from the darkness. “ You’re Marcus, right? ” She stepped right in front of him, reaching her hand out while introducing herself. I always admired her boldness even in front of strangers.

“ Yes, although I didn’t know so many people knew me from here. ” Marcus let out an uneasy chuckle, looking at me a bit concerned. I just shook my head dismissively, almost telling him that it was just a ‘Girl group’ thing. Relief washed over me though that I didn’t share a lot about him, behind his back.

I watched from the sideline as everyone introduced themselves to him and for a second it felt domestic as all of them shot me a concerned glance towards me. It felt like they would pounce at him if they saw that I was uncomfortable in his presence. While it made me feel loved in a way, I also didn’t want them to really chip on the situation. It was something that better dealt with in private as I felt like we had to talk lots of things through to get back to the friendship we left behind years ago. This wasn’t the setting for a conversation like that.

“ We should probably get home before it gets really late. School won’t wait in the morning. ” I spoke up before any of them could start questioning him. We would never be able to get going then. “ Maybe we can catch up sometime before the race? I’m sure you will have enough to do during the weekend. ” I turned back towards Marcus who looked just as relieved as I did seconds ago.

“ Yeah, that would be better. Maybe lunch, or a coffee in the afternoon? Whenever you’re free of course. ” He nodded a little, still glancing at the girls who were either packing up or staring him down behind me.

“ I’m up for either of those. Surprise me. ” I grinned at him, feeling the pull on my arm when everyone was ready. “ Is your number the same? ” I asked him, already taking a step back, but waiting for his answers.

“ Yes. Never changed. ” Marcus nodded again, a little smile playing on his lips at the idea that we’re going to meet up again probably. At least I hoped so. Why else would he stalk me down and come up to me for a chat?

“ I’m gonna text you in the morning when’s my last lecture. We can meet up after that. ” I told them, before turning around with one last wave and catching up to my group. I could only hope that they would at least let me sleep before the questions start pouring out of them all at once.

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lifeofkaze · 3 years

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When Stars Ignite - Chapter 7

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N: Can you believe it, that's already the final chapter of Part 1! Part 2 is already completely written but still needs editing. As soon as we will be done writing Part 3, we will start publishing Part 2.

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: Language

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @night-rhea @carewyncromwell

Fascinating new thing

The scene-makin'

Want a temporary savior

Fascinating new thing

Don't betray them

By becoming familiar

~ Semisonic - F.N.T. ~

Everyone’s eyes flicked towards the entrance of the dressing room as the door opened and Charlie entered the crowded room, a petite looking woman trailing behind him.

Lizzie surely wasn’t one of the taller girls, but Charlie’s companion seemed to be even smaller than she was. She had olive toned skin and messy dark hair that ended a little bit beneath her shoulders. She was dressed casually, wearing black ripped jeans, sneakers and a simple white shirt beneath her denim jacket; Lizzie recognised several of the logo patches sewn onto the fabric as belonging to a few of her favourite bands. The girl carried large headphones around her neck, much like the ones Lizzie was using when she was drumming and didn’t want to bother with her in-ear monitor.

What struck her the most however, were the new girl's eyes. They were of an unusual colour, not quite brown, not quite green. As she moved to stand next to Charlie, their colour seemed to shift, never quite settling for one or the other. The expression in them wasn’t hostile, but still guarded as she looked around the room. After her gaze had swept the round, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and looked down at her feet with an unreadable expression. The only thing Lizzie could say for sure was that it wasn’t a shy one.

Her attention was drawn from inspecting their crew’s newest addition when Charlie spoke up.

“Sorry to bother you.”

Despite the palpable tension, he smiled openly into the round of the faces staring at him. Glad to see his friendly, freckled face, Lizzie hopped down from the arm of the sofa and quickly made her way across the room.

“Not at all, it’s fantastic to see you, Charlie.”

Hugging her childhood friend, Lizzie stood on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. “We’re having a bit of a situation at the moment, just so you know.”

Charlie’s brow furrowed before letting her go. His scowl was quickly replaced by another smile as he loosely draped his arm around her shoulder, nudging her playfully.

“I only saw you this morning, sunshine,” he laughed before inclining his head in his companion’s direction. “I just came in to introduce you all to my new assistant, Artemis Hexley. She’s hopefully going to take over from me properly once she’s completed her training.”

The girl called Artemis opened her mouth to say something to Charlie, and judging by her scowl it probably wasn’t something nice. Before the mood in the room could deteriorate again, Lizzie cut her off prematurely.

“That’s great! It’s really nice to meet you.”

She realised how overly enthusiastic she was sounding and if Artemis’ confused look was anything to go by, she was thinking the same thing. But Lizzie didn’t want her first impression of them to be that of a bunch of people sulking at each other; while they did have their low points sometimes, that generally just wasn’t them.

Taking a deep breath to tone herself down a notch, she flashed a smile at Artemis. “My name’s Lizzie, I’m the percussionist. I really like your jacket by the way, it’s so pretty. Where is it from?”

Lizzie noticed too late that she had cut off Artemis’ answer. The look on the new pyro tech’s face grew increasingly darker and Lizzie instantly felt sorry; that was not what she had been trying to achieve.

“I can’t believe that we’ve finally found someone to take over the pyros who’s actually suited for the job. Charlie here’s been working himself to the bone doing sound as well.” Lizzie’s smile turned into a smirk as she shot Charlie a brief side glance. “You just let me know if he gives you a hard time, okay?”

Charlie snorted. “Like I’d do a thing like that.”

Laughing his remark off, she playfully poked Charlie between his ribs.

“I mean it,” Lizzie continued more seriously, placing a hand on Artemis’ shoulder, “any problems, you tell me. I’ll deal with him for you.”

She had meant it as a friendly offer, to show the new girl she had someone to talk to in case Charlie would treat her the same as all the others who had tried out for the job; God knew, there had been a lot of them. But Artemis must have misunderstood her intention. She shook Lizzie’s hand from her shoulder with one pointed movement of her body and grimaced.

“Thanks, but I am perfectly capable of dealing with my own problems. I don’t need a babysitter,” she replied blankly. Her last words were directed just as much at her as they were at Charlie.

Surprised at being shot down like that, Lizzie exchanged a glance with Charlie, who pressed his lips together and averted his eyes. He gave Lizzie the tiniest of apologetic shrugs.

Artemis had turned her attention to examining the other members of the band and Lizzie used the moment to lean closer to Charlie.

“What a nice little ray of sunshine you got yourself there,” she muttered into his ear, shooting a quick glance at Artemis again. “Is she always that charming?”

Charlie shrugged. “Can’t really tell yet, but yeah, she might be rubbing people the wrong way. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

“Why take her on if you’re not sure she’ll fit in?”

Charlie shook his head. “That’s not what I said. I think she just needs a bit of time to open up. And believe me, that girl knows her stuff. The first one I really think capable of doing the job justice.”

Lizzie made a noncommittal noise. “Let’s hope you’re right then. The rest of the tour has to be perfect, Ethan made that very clear.”

Before Charlie could ask what she meant, Everett’s voice drew both their attention. It had this slightly condescending tone to it that he usually reserved for his more adoring fans.

“Smile, love, it might never happen.”

Lizzie felt her stomach twist as her eyes shot back to Artemis. She had narrowed her eyes and was glaring at Everett. He didn’t seem impressed in the slightest; he had his chair propped back on its hind legs and was leaning back against it with a cocky grin. He was sizing Artemis up with his eyes; it reminded Lizzie of a wolf deciding at which point to sink its teeth into his prey.

Thankfully, Orion disbanded the situation by briefly looking up from his notes. “A smile is not something that can be conjured on request, but is a blessing to be earned,” he said softly, his eyes resting not on Artemis but Everett. “For now, Artemis’ presence in itself must be a blessing for us all.”

“Are you taking the piss?”

Artemis was looking at Orion with a mixture of defiance and incredulity. Lizzie always forgot that people who had never spoken to him before needed a while to get used to his way of talking.

“I am not,” Orion answered levelly before turning his attention to his notes again. “We were in need of a pyrotechnician, and now, here you are.”

“And you were certainly blessed with much better looks than the last one,” Everett couldn’t help but add. “Nice work mate,” he grinned into Charlie’s direction.

Lizzie sighed inwardly; she stepped away from Charlie and into the line of sight between their singer and the new crewmate. There weren’t many ways in which they could have given Artemis a worse first impression of themselves.

Trying to steer the conversation onto safer grounds again, Lizzie forced herself to smile. “What Ev wants to say is, it really is great to meet you, Artemis.”

She had the impression Artemis wasn’t trying too hard not to roll her eyes. “You said that already.”

“Because it’s true. Isn’t that right?” Lizzie pointedly asked into the direction of Merula and Skye, who had taken themselves out of the conversation completely.

Much to her exasperation, Merula only gave the tiniest shrug while Skye didn’t seem to be listening at all. She was still engaged in a whispered conversation with Ethan; Lizzie could just imagine what about. Nonetheless, she cleared her throat to get Skye’s attention.

“Skye?”

The blue haired bassist looked over to them for the first time now, a flicker of annoyance crossing her freckled face for the briefest moment. “Yeah, smashing, absolutely.”

She gave her father a last look before sharply clapping her hands together. “Right, sounds like we’ve got a lot of work to do. I say let’s crack on with it.”

“Skye’s right, we really need to get to work,” Ethan nodded into Charlie’s and Artemis’ direction, indicating it was time for them to go. “Pleasure to meet you, Alexis.”

Artemis tried correcting him but he had already turned his back on her and gone over to Everett, probably in an attempt to soothe the singer’s hurt pride.

Lizzie shook her head as Charlie and his new assistant left the room. So much for making a good impression.

As they were leaving the dressing room a little while later, Lizzie joined up with Orion, who was walking behind the rest. She waited until they were out of earshot before asking what had been bothering her ever since their discussion with Ethan.

“Why do you want to sing all of a sudden?”

Orion glanced at her for a moment and smirked. “Why did you fall over yourself to be friendly to Charlie’s new partner?”

Lizzie made a face. “Really? A question for a question again?”

Orion’s smirk turned into a melodic chuckle. “I’d call it an answer for an answer.”

“Fine then. I think Artemis only looks really tough and don’t-come-near-me on the outside. Charlie and I spend a lot of time together, me being friends with her would make things a lot easier for all of us. And besides,” she added with a shrug, “I didn’t want her to think we’re all idiots with an attitude.”

Orion had to laugh at that. “Sometimes I’m not sure any of us is too far from that. Don’t go all overboard with that poor girl though, drummer girl. You can’t force her to be friends with you. She didn’t seem to approve of your bright spirit.”

“I can’t force her, but I can certainly try to win her over,” Lizzie replied confidently. “I do know how to make people come out of their shell, don’t I?” she added with a not completely innocent flutter of her eyelashes.

“You most certainly do,” Orion smirked, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth that made Lizzie want to reach out and touch him.

Distracting herself, she held him to his end of the bargain. “That was my answer, what is yours? Why not let Everett sing? He has a point when he says you’ll be in the spotlight much more; I always thought you didn’t want that.”

The playful look on Orion’s face vanished, making way for a more contemplative one.

“There is a reason you are the only person to have heard the new songs so far. You understand my music, you know what I want to say even if they still need work. You get them. But the others often don’t, Everett in particular.”

Orion watched the frontman of their band, who was walking a little ahead of them. He was still arguing with Ethan about something, neither of them looking too happy.

“Your assumption that I don’t have the same wish to stand in the spotlight that he has is correct. Contrary to Everett, I play for the music, not the attention. But I’d rather have all eyes on me than having to see my music and my thoughts not being done justice.”

He furrowed his brow at the sheer idea of it. “There are so many nuances and little details about each and every one of them that I can’t quite put into words yet. So far, I - and I alone - know how they have to be presented to the world to carry their message.”

Lizzie thought about his words for a moment. “Doesn’t sound like either solution is a good one then.”

Orion sighed. “In this, you are right. Sometimes it is just a matter of choosing the lesser evil.”

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #rockstar au #orion amari #charlie weasley #hphm au #artemis hexley #lizzie jameson #when stars ignite #besties collaborate

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