#newgirl!au

[fairysluna]

INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 4: you must like me for me.

New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

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PAIRING - Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY - the unexpected presence of Aegon in your room brings the so desired moment of him finally seeing you as a friend. However, you were never good at giving advice and it all ends in a big mess.

TW/TAGS - cursing, body dysmorphia, mentions of blood, insecurities, this might be considered as a slight chubby!aegon, make out session, mentions of nudity, slow burn, friends to lovers, things get heated but nothing happens. If something is missing pls let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE - hi everyone, do you remember this fic? lmao. i know it's been MONTHS since i posted sth for this story, but well, i finally got the inspiration to write this, so this came out. I promise to be fully dedicated to this fic bc it's time i finish this already and bc im excited for it!! now im on vacations so i guess I'll have more time so... thank you if you waited for this fic, and thank you for reading!!🤍

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When you finally entered the loft your right hand was holding three files filled with tests for you to grade while the other one was carrying your bag and the keys of your home. You quickly scanned the living room to see if someone was there in order to greet them, but it was empty and messy as usual; leftovers of pizza and a half empty bottle of Coke soda in the center table. “It must've been Aegon”, you thought.

With a sigh you walked towards your room, worrying not to drop anything from your hands and thanking the gods as you saw the door slightly open. You kicked it, accidentally hard enough to make it smack against the wall behind it, and as soon as you looked inside the room, your eyes widened in surprise and all the things that were held by your trembling arms fell around the floor.

Aegon was standing in the middle of your room, shirtless and in the middle of flexing his muscles right in front of your mirror. He noticed your presence immediately, and he ran towards his shirt that was laying on your bed and covered his naked chest with a wild expression remarkably printed on his now red face.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, breathlessly.

"This is my room!" you quickly replied, ignoring the thousands of papers that were now scattered on the floor.

"Weren't you supposed to arrive at six? It's four pm!" Aegon rapidly put his shirt back on.

"We- they let us go home earlier because it's the school's anniversary- what are you doing here?" you spoke, stammering and interrupting yourself. You were still a bit taken aback with this whole situation.

There was a slight moment of doubt in Aegon's mind that was quite evident for your observant eye; he looked away from you as his arms crossed in front of his chest to cover himself even when he was no longer exposing himself. You arched your eyebrow, silently insisting on an answer or some kind of explanation; two days ago you could have sworn he did not like you, but now seeing him standing in your room in such a condition made you overthink everything.

However, before you could think about questioning his lack of words, Aegon sighed loud enough for you to hear the embarrassment and resignation, and soon a mumble followed.

"You have a mirror," he replied.

His response did nothing but confused you even more. A frown appeared on your face, one small gesture that Aegon might have misinterpreted as an angered one if he hadn't known you enough.

"A mirror?" Aegon nodded.

"You're the only one who has one in the bedroom, and-"

"What about the bathroom?" You interrupted out of pure curiosity. "And Aemond has one too."

"Jace has been taking a shit for hours and Aemond forbade me to enter his room since what happened the last time." You were about to open your mouth to ask about it, but he was faster. "Don't ask," he warned you, and you pressed your lips together, remaining silent. "Listen, just forget this. I'm gonna leave right now, and we'll pretend this never happened. Okay?"

He started to walk towards you in order to cross the doorframe behind you. He passed right next to you, and for some unknown reason, your body decided to act before your mind could even process what was going on. Before you even noticed, your hand was wrapped around Aegon's wrist in a grip that was surprisingly strong. Aegon froze right in the spot and the first thing he did was to watch your hand, to then lift his face and lay his deep, lavender eyes on you.

Your jaw clenched, unsure of what to do since everything seemed to be happening strangely fast. The situation was confusing, and it made you act out of instinct leaving you standing there beside him, with just a few seconds left to say something before it turned into something awkward and weird.

Aegon, who would naturally and instinctively reject other people's touch, did not even attempt to push you away from him; he just waited until you removed your hand from his wrist. His reaction was quickly excused by his own mind, thinking that it was only because you took him by surprise.

"Uh…" you muttered, still trying to process what to say, "if- if there's something troubling you, you can tell me, you know? Maybe it's something I can help with."

He just shrugged, trying to make it seem unimportant.

"Not really," he said, leaving the room afterwards without saying another word.

You sighed, resigned to only be seen as his roommate and not as a friend. You tried not to think about it while you kneeled down to pick up the files and papers that fell from your hands when you entered your room, because you did not want it to let it bother you.

But, when you managed to put all your things on your desk, you turned around and saw Aegon standing in the doorway with arms crossed and a defeated look on his face, which had a slight pinkish tone that you would have found adorable in another situation.

"Actually, yes," he started, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, as if he was scared of someone else listening to the conversation. "I kinda need help with something… I- uh, well, you are a girl so you probably know about this stuff, so…"

It was a difficult task for you to hide the emotion that lightened up your face after hearing his words, finally seeing the perfect opportunity to bond with the guy that has been avoiding you for weeks.

"Of course," you replied, trying not to speak too fast. "I can help you with anything."

"Alright." He nodded, looking down at the floor as he seemed to be putting some order to his words before they left his mouth. "So, the girl you saw the other day, the girl in the bar, remember?"

"I knew you liked her!"

"Well, I just want to bang her, but that's one way to put it," Aegon shrugged after his explanation, while you pressed your lips. "The thing is that, I think she's super hot and gorgeous, and way out of my league, and-"

"Oh, Aegon, you are handsome too!" You interrupted, and he quickly started to look impatient.

"Yeah, but that's not the point," he said, exasperated. "The thing is, the last time that I had sex, the girl I was fucking- uh… well, she said something about my body that really took me off."

"What did she say?" You curiously asked.

"She kinda made fun of it," he replied quickly, as if he was embarrassed.

Your eyes softened immediately after, and your first instinct was to touch him to give him support; however, halfway there you remembered he did not like those gestures, so your hand ended up in the air and seconds later you put it back. Aegon's breath was caught in his throat as he saw how your hand was so close to his skin.

"I'm sorry, Aegon."

"And now I can't get naked in front of this hot girl, even when I really want to!" He cleared his throat, and his tone suddenly changed, now being more angered rather than sad. "I just want to get laid, but I can't! This chick cursed me or something."

"You're not cursed," you said, trying to comfort him somehow. "Listen, you need to work on your self confidence, and-"

"And how do I do that?"

"Do what?"

"How can I work on my self confidence?"

You frowned, "I don't- I'm not sure how-"

"Oh come on!" He raised his voice with exasperation. "You're a teacher! Aren't you supposed to give guidance to your students?"

"Well, my students don't usually ask for sexual advice from their teacher so…"

"You need to help me, please," he pleaded, and you could clearly see the despair in his eyes begging you to say something useful.

You knew you could not fuck this up, not when it was probably the only chance you could have to bond with him after days trying to make him look at you as a friend. Inside of your mind you tried to remember anything that could work in this situation, all those psychology seminars you attended during your college days were coming back to your mind as you thought of an answer.

"Well, you can… try to stand naked in front of a mirror, maybe after you shower, and see the qualities of your body that you like the most."

“Would that work?”

“It might.”

“You sure?”

“Uh… Yes.”

He stood there, silently looking at the floor as he nodded. He muttered something that sounded like a ‘thanks’, and then he slowly turned around. He was visibly embarrassed, he was feeling too vulnerable to look at your face after opening up to you. Of course you immediately noticed, and, as you tried to ignore it, you found some words that you thought he might need to hear.

"Aegon," you called him, and he froze with one foot out of the room and the other inside. He turned around to look at you over his shoulder, and you sighed, "just remember that every person has his own concept of beauty, and only because someone didn't appreciate yours, it doesn't mean other girls won't… We are all beautiful under the right pair of eyes."

He clenched his jaw, gave you a small –almost unnoticeable– nod, and he left. You stood there for a few more seconds before you returned your attention to what you were supposed to be doing. The papers that now were on your desk, were waiting for you to grade them. Just the mere thought of reading through them made you sigh with exhaustion.

It was going to be a long day.

A knock on your door got you distracted enough for you to stop doing your task. The pen dropped from your hand as you turned around to find Jace with a soft smile on his face. You smiled back at him.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Are you too busy?” He asked, “I've brought some Chinese food to eat for dinner.”

“Let me finish revising these papers and I'll be there in a minute,” you said as he nodded.

He was about to leave, but then he returned. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he started, “the bathroom lock is broken, so you need to knock before you get in, just in case we're inside.”

“Are you guys gonna buy a new one?”

“Yes. Aemond will go tomorrow after work, we'll divide the costs afterwards,” he explained.

“Oh, alright.”

“Now, hurry or the food will get cold,” he said, and then left the room leaving the door open.

You managed to finish the paper a few minutes later, and then you went to the bathroom to wash your hands before going to eat with the rest. You did what you were told, and you knocked on the door. You waited a couple of seconds, making sure no one would reply from inside before you finally opened the door.

As soon as you opened it, you saw Aegon standing in front of the mirror and staring at himself. Naked.

“Oh, Gods!” you yelped. Your eyes involuntarily taking a quick look over him.

Damn.

“What the fuck?!” he screamed, covering his nudity with both of his hands and wildly blushing.

“Oh gods, I'm so sorry-”

“Get out!”

You acted so quickly that your legs tumbled against each other on your way out. The loud sound of the door closing behind your back echoed in the empty hall as you covered your mouth with your hand, a nervous giggle escaped from your lips before you could even try to hold it back. Your eyes were wide open, and your mind tried to process what you had just seen; Aegon fully naked.

Aemond and Jace soon appeared in the hall as they heard the screaming and the door slam. You looked at them with your breathing fast and sharp, staring at them as if you've seen a ghost. Their curiosity peaked.

“What happened?” Aemond asked, visibly worried.

“Uh- I…”

“Are you okay?” he asked again, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed.

“I just- I need to- uh… wait for me a bit, I'll- I'll be back in a minute.”

The heat on your cheeks was impossible to ignore as you locked yourself in your room, completely ignoring their questions; you were panicking. You felt dumb, and you closed your eyes frustrated knowing that you screwed it up. You invaded his space and now he will, inevitably, put some distance with you. Now you just wanted to bury your face in the pillow out of embarrassment. How were you supposed to talk to him now that you saw him in all his glory?

And, oh gods, there was glory.

You were ashamed of what just happened; or maybe you just felt embarrassed because you couldn't help but blush at the memory of his body.

The pillow between your hands went straight to your face, muffling the groan that you let go as you fell onto your bed. Gods, you were fucked.

That very same early morning, after finishing their shift, Aegon was supposed to make his first move on the girl who had been in his mind. It was already closing time, the bar was empty at 5am and there was only him and Ceryse. She would occasionally glance at him hoping he would notice that she wore her tightest shirt for him. However, Aegon was busy trying to cheer himself up, trying to forget about that stupid chuckle of yours that still echoed in his mind, haunting him like a fucking ghost.

He had heard you, and –of course– his insecurities made him think the worst.

He was so nervous. It was almost embarrassing how sweaty his palms were; the situation was out of his control and he hated it. He was barely able to focus on his task, absentmindedly cleaning a glass with a cloth as he tried so hard to ignore her presence just to not feel so anxious. His shaky hands failed, and his plan to go unnoticed was unsuccessful; the glass slipped from his fingers and broke into pieces on the floor.

Ceryse widened her eyes and she immediately went to help him, which only made things worse for him. In a desperate attempt to keep her away, he kneeled on the floor and started to pick the glasses with his bare hands, causing small cuts all over his fingers as he did. Low curses and soft moans left his lips as the pinching pain appeared, and Ceryse —as lovely as always— tried to stop him by grabbing his hands and forcing him to stand up.

“You fool,” she mumbled, looking at the bleeding cuts on his fingertips. “You hurted yourself.”

“It's not a big deal-”

“Let me get the emergency kit, don't do anything,” she went to the manager’s office and came back in about a minute later with a red and white box in her hands. Aegon was breathing heavily. He had never felt so insecure.

With the help of a forceps, she started to remove the tiny pieces of glass from his fingers. Aegon would hold his breath, not being able to control his heartbeat when he had her so close to him; he was able to smell her perfume and see her cleavage. He knew he had to be excited, he knew he had all the reasons to enjoy that moment, but you and your stupid giggle refused to leave his mind.

“There,” she murmured as she finished. “Nice and clean.”

Aegon looked at his fingers and noticed how small drops of blood were forming in the tiny cuts. Ceryse took a small tissue and gently tapped on the wounds, cleaning them. Aegon had his lips slightly parted, stiff as a rock as he was almost scared to move. He cursed again, and she softly smiled at him as she finished.

“There you go,” she said, “clean and healed.”

“Uh… Thanks,” Aegon replied, giving her an awkward smile.

She remained silent for a bit, looking at him up and down through her long, blonde lashes. She was visibly flirting with him, but he seemed to be ignoring her. Ceryse had been waiting long enough for him to make the first move, so she now took advantage of their situation; both of them completely alone in the closed bar, about to finish their night shift. She wasn't going to let this opportunity go.

“Are you done playing that game?” She asked. Aegon frown.

“What?”

“I've noticed the way you look at me, Aegon…” she murmured. His breathing was caught on his throat when she started to slowly unbutton her blouse. “I want to let you know that… I've been wanting the same thing for a long time.”

“What- I- uh… what?”

She giggled, and it was the sexiest sound he had ever heard, yet it wasn't enough to suppress your goddamn laugh. A small ‘fuck’ escaped his lips before he could hold it back, and her hands were pressed on his thighs as she leaned towards him. Aegon hummed, cheeks burning red as he felt so exposed all of the sudden.

“We're alone now,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his jaw. “We can do it right here, right now…”

“I don't know if- If it's a good idea…”

She looked shocked.

“Is Aegon Targaryen rejecting an adventure?” she teased him. “Who are you?”

“There's cameras.”

“I turned them off when I went to the office.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“That would only make things spicier.”

“What if it's Nick,” he said, referring to their manager.

“He won't come until 10am.”

He ran out of excuses. The eagerness was visible in her eyes as she bit her lip.

“I'm done waiting, Aegon…” she murmured.

“Ceryse-”

She silenced him with a kiss, and he widened his eyes. He was unable to concentrate on whatever was happening at that moment. His heart was racing, his breathing suddenly ragged, and his hands still shaking as he tried to hold her waist.

Aegon tried to focus and enjoy this. He closed his eyes and followed the kiss, but things got a bit more complicated when she daringly grabbed one of his hands and put them in her rear. Somehow, he felt uncomfortable, so instead of giving her a squeeze, he moved his hands to her hips.

Fuck, he wanted to run and hide.

When her hands attempted to go under his shirt, he squirmed away from her touch, still managing to keep his lips pressed against hers. She giggled, thinking he was just playing hard to get, but as she repeated the action, the outcome was the same.

“Come on, baby,” she murmured against his lips, starting to feel the awkwardness of the situation.

“Just- wait… Ceryse, wait.”

“Don't be shy now…” she said, biting his lip. Aegon hissed.

“I need you to wait- shit,” he said as he squirmed away from her touch once again.

She leaned back, taking a few steps backwards before she looked at him. Her hands immediately went to her chest, to cover the skin that was exposed thanks to her unbuttoned blouse. Her cheeks lit up like fire as she realized how uncomfortable Aegon was.

“Shit…” she murmured, feeling deeply ashamed. “I thought- I thought you liked me. I'm sorry…”

“I do, I swear, I- Ceryse!”

“I'm so sorry, Aegon.”

“No, Ceryse, wait-”

She turned around and left, picking her bag from the counter and leaving the bar in a hurry. Aegon stood there, frozen in his place, his purple eyes filled with confusion to what had just happened, and once the realization hit him like a truck, he brushed his hands against his face and sighed.

“For fuck’s sake.”

Back in the apartment, you were sitting drinking your morning coffee before going to school. You were staring at the news on the TV before you heard the front door slamming close. You jumped in your place, looking confused until Aegon appeared in your sight; your cheeks immediately getting warm as the image of his nudity came back to your mind. However, the expression on his face made you forget about all the embarrassment, and you worried instantly. You hurried to stand up from the kitchen table and go towards him, he groaned as soon as he noticed you were getting closer.

“Aegon, are you alright?” You asked, but there was no answer.

He walked past you, going to the kitchen and ignoring you completely. Of course that your preoccupation did not let you notice such a gesture.

“Hey, is there something you want to talk about?” You insisted, trying to look over his shoulder. “I know what happened might be a little embarrassing for you, but I just want you to know that I barely saw anything!”

Aegon ignored you again.

“Aegon, come on,” you said. “I can help you with anything-”

“Can you?” He interrupted you as he finally turned around and acknowledged your presence. “Because last time you helped me, you cause me another fucking trauma!”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, closing his eyes while he debated inside his mind whether to tell you what had just happened or just keep it to himself. But you were annoyingly insistent, and he just wanted to be alone all day.

He always wanted to be alone when things went wrong.

“You fucked me up even more!” he exclaimed, making you lean back and your lower lip trembled, feeling awful. “I couldn't fuck Ceryse because your stupid laugh was replaying in my mind over and over again,” he confessed. “Like a fucking reminder that my body sucks!”

“Aegon, I didn't-”

“You fucking laughed at me!”

“I didn't laugh at you, Aegon!” you raised your voice, matching his tone. “I was nervous, it was an awkward situation. I saw you naked! Of course I would get nervous!”

Aegon went silent, pressing his lips in a thin line as his eyebrows furrowed. You took a step closer, but he took a step back. You sighed defeated, knowing that all the progress you have made to become his friend had easily vanished in a matter of seconds.

“Look,” you said. “I'm sorry, Aegon. I never meant to make you feel bad.”

He scoffed.

“Yeah, as if a simple apology would fix it,” he said, pettily.

You both stayed in silence for a few seconds, your lips pressed in a thin line as you tried to come up with a solution to your problem. It was certain that you did not have too many options, and Aegon was not giving signs of having an idea to fix it either. That is why you panicked, and your hands went to the hem of your shirt and started to lift it up.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he asked, scandalized.

“I'm getting naked so we can call it even,” you explained, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“I don't want to see you naked! What is wrong with you?”

“Well, then what do you want me to do? I can't get inside your brain and take my laugh out of it.”

“I certainly don't want to see you naked!” he said.

“Alright, I'm sorry, okay?!” you quickly said, looking at his eyes. “I'm sorry that I laughed, and I'm sorry it made you feel bad.”

“That doesn't-”

“Shut up,” you interrupted him. “You are not ugly, you're hot. There, I said it! You have a handsome face and a hot body, and even though you're so grumpy sometimes, your face compensates for it. You know why? Because you are handsome, you idiot.”

“I-”

“I wish I could go with that girl and beat her fucking ass for what she did to you. I wish!” His eyes widened, he was slightly flustered. “She didn't know what she had. You're a good catch, Aegon, and if you don't start to believe it for yourself then no one will.”

You left the room in an overly dramatic walk, leaving Aegon behind with his eyes wide open and his cheeks red. His breathing, somehow, was fast and unsteady. His blood was running quickly down his body as he cleared his throat and turned around to worry about his breakfast. Yet, your words had left a feeling in his gut which felt quite nice.

Aemond suddenly walked out of his room and stopped when he saw Aegon standing in the middle of the open kitchen, staring at the unbaked bacon in the pan. He was weirded out by his brother's strange attitude.

“What's wrong with you?” Aemond asked.

Aegon woke up from his trance and shook his head.

“Nothing.”

He didn't sound too convincing.

“We made a pact, Aegon,” he reminded him, going towards the coffee machine and pouring some of it on a cup. “You are not allowed to sleep with her.” he whispered those last words just to make sure you wouldn't hear it.

“What are you talking about?” he scoffed.

“Just a reminder,” Aemond shrugged, sipping his coffee while Aegon finally turned on the stove.

“Shut up.”

It was 6pm when you arrived back in the apartment after a long day at school. You were dragging your feet through the hall and towards your room, noticing that neither Aemond or Jace had arrived yet, and Aegon was probably in his room. It had been a long day, and the only thing that you craved was a nice and warm shower before going to bed. It was a need.

After your discussion with Aegon in the morning and the tiny bug in your chest that was making you feel guilty all day, you needed some time to relax, to stand beneath the warm water and let it wash away all the stress of your body. So that's what you did.

You took off your clothes the moment you stepped into the bathroom, then quickly got in the shower, feeling the warmth wrapping your body. Your shoulders immediately relaxed and you saw all your troubles vanished in that instant, you let yourself sigh.

Your mind went blank and all you could feel was the warmth and comfort the water produced. It was lovely, it made you forget about all the issues and troubles.

When you finished, you stood there for a bit longer, enjoying the last moments of peace before you would cross your path with Aegon's.

What you did not expect was that, at the very moment that you opened the shower curtain, Aegon opened the door.

And he looked at you.

Naked.

You screamed as your hands went to cover yourself as much as you could. Aegon's mouth dropped as he stared longer than he should have, his pale cheeks turning red as he swallowed hard.

“Aegon!” you yelled his name.

Only then he seemed to react, because he immediately muttered a small ‘sorry’ and then he closed the door. You immediately took the towel from the hanger and you covered yourself, breathing fast. You almost slipped in your way out of the shower, silly movements as you were still trying to take in what had happened.

That goddamn door lock.

Then, in the middle of the silence, you heard him speak.

“Well, I guess we’re even now, aren't we?” he joked on the other side of the door.

“Shut up!” you said, between nervous laughs.

He laughed it off too, and that sound made you smile wider as your cheeks got warm.

It was true though; now you can finally call it even.

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A Percy Jackson Au but its just sit-com style set at camp half-blood, like all the gods still suck and its got its original elements but its just the mains being a group of besties doing normal sit-com things and percabeth still getting their slowburn because i love them. and they aren't fighting for their lives all the time

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What's that? A new Nick/ Jess story in the works? Hmm, stay tuned. (You can check out my other New Girl fanfic while you wait!)

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[seakrisp]

Not the birthday comic update.. But just a random Trio Uni AU comic based on a scene from New Girl.

Yes, the trio live in an off campus house together.

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The Bad Boyz ~ Chapter seven

Jade's POV

I've survived my first week at a new school. Things have been alright and I've spent time with Sasha too. The Boyz as they call themselves and I have had a few run ins. Younghoon has stopped calling me a rat, but still annoys me in class along with Hyunjae. Jacob however, has been quiet and kind of laid back.

Today was Saturday. I was just laying on my bed when I hear my phone ping. I lean over to grab it and see a message from Sasha.

Hey Unnie my house is parent free for the weekend, was wondering if you wanted to spend the night?

I smile and quickly text her back.

On my way!

I grab a bag out my wardrobe and put some clothes and few essentials in it before leaving. I receive another message from Sasha with the address. I start walking and after ten minutes, I see I'm in a really nice area, lots of large houses. I then reach the address, matching the one Sasha messaged me. I knock on the door and a few seconds later, it opens, revealing an excited Sasha.

"Hey! Come on in!" She exclaims, moving so I could step inside.

"This is once nice place." I said, looking around.

"Rich parent." She said with a shrug.

"So rich, they are never around?" I reply. She nods slightly.

"I'm sorry." I apologise.

"No its okay! They have to pay for it somehow, right?" She responds, leading me to the living room. I decide to drop the subject, knowing its not a nice thing to talk about.

"I'm here now, so lets get partying!" I exclaim, trying to cheer her up.

"Yes! Its gonna be a fun weekend! Oh did you bring your swimsuit?" She questions.

"I did!" I answer. She smiles.

"Go get changed into it! There's a bathroom down the hall." She tells me, before running off upstairs.

I laugh and head to the bathroom to get changed. My swimsuit being a purple bikini. I exit the bathroom and see Sasha waiting in the living room in a blue bikini. She smiles at me.

"Woah your so fit! Okay lets go to the pool!" She cheers, scurrying off outside. I smile and follow her, to see a large pool with some chairs to sunbath on the side.

Sasha and I jump into the pool, having a little swim around before deciding to relax in the sun. We were just chatting and relaxing, when we hear a knock on the front door.

"I'll go see who it is, you stay here." Sasha said, getting up.

I nod, watching her dash off. I wait and could hear muffled voices, a few moments later Sasha returns, followed by Sunwoo. He whistles and smirks when he sees me.

"Dang if I knew you was this smoking hot, I wouldn't have hooked up with you from day one." He said, a wide smirk on his face.

"Don't even bother, kid." I respond, smirking back at him.

"Sun's just here collecting some books, he'll be gone soon." Sasha tells me.

"Do you know what a book is, Mr fuckboy?" I laugh as the male pouts.

"Of course, miss know it all." He responds.

"Can't I sit in the girly gossip?" He then asks.

"No, books and be gone!" Sasha shouts, trying to push the taller male, who doesn't budge one bit.

After finally getting the male to move, Sasha helps him sort out what he originally came for before sending him on his way. She comes and sits down and I know it will be a fun weekend.

#theboyz #theboyzfanfic #theboyzfluff #theboyzau #badboys #goodgirls #newgirl #kpop #kpopfluff #kpopfanfic #au #ocs #highschool #swearing #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #chanhee #changmin #haknyeon #sunwoo #eric

[priyajoyyy]

Meangirl!clarisse la rue - concept [part 1]

Part 2 [here]

Mean girl!heavily inspired by renne rapps Regina George!Clarisse la rue x fem!shy!kinda a doormat!Reader

Concept for a mean girls Regina George style Clarisse and nerdy doormat reader because I'm to scared to write my first imagine rn lol

May do an actual imagine for this if it’s wanted

Warnings:

reader is kinda Aphrodite coded because I’m bias to my own cabin, but nothing is actually mentioned because it’s a school au, this is also based off of American schools but I’m British so there’s a mention of prefects because I don’t know the American equivalent 😭, poor writing (this is my first tumblr concept please be nice to me), mean!clarisse, bullying, a lot of jealous!clarisse

Meangirl!Clarisse who runs the school with an iron fist and looks so good while doing it and newgirl!reader who has no idea what she's walking into when she transfers school.

Meangirl!Clarisse with silena as her bestie and Chris as her ex.

Meangirl!Clarisse who’s captain of the football team and newgirl!reader who successfully tries out for the cheerleading team so Meangirl!Clarisse gets to watch her jump around in a tiny skirt all practice.

Meangirl!clarisse, silena and Chris all having lockers next to each other (she threatened the prefect in charge of locker assignments and had them put the three together while her and Chris were dating) and opposite newgirl!readers locker.

Silena as cheer captain who watches Meangirl!Clarisse stare at newgirl!reader everyday and who tries to get her and newgirl!reader together behind her back.

Newgirl!reader who watches Meangirl!clarisse at her locker every morning because she has a crush on her, and is way too scared of her to ever instigate anything with her.

Meangirl!Clarisse who sees this and thinks newgirl!reader has a crush on Chris so flirts with him by his locker just to piss newgirl!reader off because she’s lowkey jealous (even if she doesn’t realise) and they’re both just like, wtf? And silena who is so disappointed.

Meangirl!clarrise who eventually makes out with Chris at a party (that silena practically forced newgirl!reader to go to, she only went because she scares her too) right in front of her, and newgirl!reader is still like, why tf do you keep doing this shit like I don’t wanna see that??

Meangirl!clarisse who watches luke flirt and ask newgirl!reader out and not realising she’s too scared to say no so goes on a date with him.

Luke who changes his mind the next day, sporting an unusual bruise under his eye, while Meangirl!Clarisse walks around with a not so unusual bruised knuckle and bruise on her cheek.

Newgirl!reader who can’t drive yet so waits for her mum to pick her up after cheer everyday,

And Meangirl!Clarisse who makes excuses to stay later so that she can watch Newgirl!reader shiver in the Carpark and make a flirty comment to her as she walks past on the way to her car, with no one around to see.

Newgirl!reader who just stares, blushes and occasionally says a small thank you in response to her comments.

Silena who needs a lift home one night and makes Meangirl!clarisse to give Newgirl!reader her jacket, forcing Newgirl!reader to interact with Meangirl!Clarisse the next morning to give it back.

Meangirl!Clarisse who was late to school the next day because silena delayed them, not being able to see Newgirl!reader till practice,

And Meangirl!Clarisse who would never say it out loud, but who was thanking silena the entire time as she smirked down at Newgirl!reader stumbling over her words explaining why she had to wait to give her the jacket because she couldn’t find her all day,

And Newgirl!reader who was shellshocked and blushing while her crush told her not to worry about it, and to keep the jacket again tonight because it’s cold again.

Lowkey love this but still scared to write an actual imagine lol

Part 2 is out [here]

#clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse my beloved #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse x female reader #toxic!clarisse #toxic!clarisse la rue #toxic relationship #toxic #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse larue #clarisse la rue #mean girls renee rapp #mean girls #Meangirl!clarisselarue #Meangirl!clarisse #clarisse #pjo tv show #pjo x reader #percy series #school #school au

[hauntedpearl]

destielification of newgirl is so easy it's also becoming one of my favourite things to do. consider my AU #1432255363 that i came up with after watching the "You're my husband, you're like my wife" scene that's probably never getting written:

dean and cas have been friends for a while, cas is the one in love with Dean..dean is like. Cas is my Best Friend. idk if he's in the closet about himself or just about his feelings or what. but yeah. anyway.

dean is dating someone. Lisa, probably (I'm so sorry girl I'm so sorry they always do you dirty like this). he thinks it's going great (it's not) and he thinks he should totally get married to her (he should not), so he's like I'm gonna do it I'm gonn ask her. but lisa. LISA IS SMART. so she realizes that it's not working and on the day that he's gearing up to propose to her, she breaks up with him.

cas knows about all this. they were supposed to celebrate the week after dean was supposed to propose, but he's broken up with instead so they take time off their respective work places and go on a roadtrip together. because nothing fixes a broken heart like bro-ing it out with your bro amirite lads? anyway.

fast forward to dean getting into a stupid fight at a stupid bar and they get thrown out and cas is taking care of his wounds just like in the "doggies or trucks?" scene and then they have that conversation where dean's all of COURSE i got broken up with I'm STUPID and an IDIOT and i clearly AM THE WORST and it's good that i got DUMPED because clearly NO ONE deserves to be TIED DOWN TO ME and cas is like shut up shut up shut up of COURSE you're not all that you're the most amazing person i know you [lists everything dean does for him] and then he's like "and well if Lisa broke up with you, it's her loss, because you would make a great husband. and i know this because you've been a great husband to me. i mean you're LIKE a husband to me. i mean YOU'RE LIKE MY WIFE. I MEAN NO I AM LIKE YOUR WIFE. WHAT. YOU KNOW WHAT. BEER. BOOZE." and he just runs away. and dean is sitting there having an epiphany like oh OH OH because he HAS been doing all this for CAS, yes, but he has NOT been doing this stuff for his actual girlfriends and he IS kind of like Cas' wifehusband and Oh he IS GOOD AT IT but because IT'S CAS because HE — OH. oh. OH.

anyway they get through the end of the trip and cas is like I'm sorry if I made it weird obviously i didn't mean it like that like you're not even my type what anyway have a good rest of your single life bye

and now dean is like oh shit cas does NOT like me but I'm so obviously in love with him that it's stupid and now my asshole motherfucker of a life sucks SO MUCH WORSE bc clearly i can't date anyone until i get over cas and i don't think i can get over him by leaving him like i usually do because he is EVERYTHING! TO ME!! etc etc

idk how this would resolve itself like I'm sure dean enlists the help of the entire winchester family support brigade and they're all like DUH! i mean LIKE. Oh Nooo this is BRAND NEW information!!!! and they're like no cas likes you and dean's like no he does not.

fun bonus if cas just starts fake-dating one of his friends so dean doesn't feel weird after his pseudo-love confession(or real dating, I'm not picky), but things get out of hand because dean is INSANELY jealous, and he realizes that he's ALWAYS BEEN insanely jealous and possessive but he would just write it all as Bad Vibes™ but now he has to confront his own stupid feelings and then like every good soap opera, this culminates in a Big Dramatic Moment where dean is like "Actually your boyfriend SUCKS and idc i will never like him because he's not supposed to be with you because I LOVE YOU and WE are the wifehusbands who were MEANT TO BE" and cas is like :O :O what. :O :O :O

and then! cas either a) breaks up with the guy he was only dating to prove to dean that he is Not Into Him or b) calls off the fake-dating thing because nuh-doy!

Smooches, kisses, gay sex, etc.,

the end.

LITERALLY. SO EASY.

#newgirlnatural #doe is talking again #doe needs to stop talking and get to work #another random stupid headcanon I'm setting free into the void #I JUST THINK. DESTIEL COULD DO ALL THE ROMCOM TROPES. ALL OF THEM. MANY TIMES EVEN!! #destiel #spn headcanons

[goldrushzukka]

Do u have a new girl au???? I just started watching it for the first time and the brain rot is REALLLL (nick and jess are so in love and it’s literally s1 im gonna kill someone). Anyway, im not sure if zuko would be jess (roomies katara/suki/toph), if *sokka* is jess, or maybe katara is jess. Or even suki, she could be jess. Or mayhaps ty lee is jess???? Like. The possibilities are endless. They all make me feral

i haven't thought about my newgirl au in MONTHS anon you're so right it is such a perfect au for atla. i had so many plans. maybe when i finish the aidaysverse fics i will take some time to rewatch new girl and finally bring this au to life

#anon #asks #mine #who's that girl? its zuko

[ashes-writing]

more than a feeling pt IIIII | stranger things ; e.munson

A/N ; Holy shit... This is kind of a milestone for me, babes. This is the first time I have ever 'finished' a fic. This one was never meant to be very long at all and I may or may not already have a different xfem!reader fic in the planning stages for Eddie here. BUT.. BUT.. I left the ending to this kinda open -and happy, so if I wanted to, I could write snippets from the future for this reader and Eddie.

Anyway... all the parts to the story can be found I | II | III | IIII and this one. The others can be reached via clicking on the capital I's.

Pairing ; Eddie Munson x NewGirl!fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; As stated previously, all the parts to this can be found one - two - three - four , by clicking the number. Also, a reminder that this is totally AU. It's time is season 4 but nothing from season 4 happens / has happened yet. So like... this is the fall of 86. All that other stuff takes place around Spring but I'm gonna go ahead and say that if I do write spin offs to this then none of the stuff that happened on the show will be happening here.

Tag List: @musichealsscars is the only person on my stranger things taglist but I would also like to throw a tag out to @rampagewriting as well -feel free to ignore this if you want bb, no pressure. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

[ eta - @musichealsscars and @rampagewriting ]

Warnings ; It's sooooo fluffy I could dieeee. Seriously. It's cute. Lowkey, but cute.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“Okay, what gives.” you question the two freshman boys the second you're sitting down at the table you always sit at.

Dustin and Mike shared a look when you asked them the question. “What do you mean?” Mike asks. Lucas glances from Mike to Dustin and rolls his eyes. “You two are being weird again. If you know somethin, just tell her.”

“Thank you, Sinclair!” you shoot the taller teen boy a smile and he gives you a thumbs up. You take an aggressive bite of the pizza on your tray and down the table, Gareth speaks up. “So uh… Did you ever decide? About you know what?” he gazes at you as he asks the question. You hurry and look around because Eddie walked outside to talk to somebody and you didn’t want him to hear anything.

“She can’t do it tonight.” you shrug when you say it.

“I still can’t believe you’re going to do this. I mean, you’re staying… Why not just do what you really want, hm?” Gareth’s question is asked with all of the blunt nature he possesses and literally zero tact or care. You blow at the way your hair is falling down into your face. “Dude… Look at her, okay? Then look at me. Tell me who you’d pick.”

Jeff glances up from the Heavy Metal comic he’s oogling tucked away into his notebook and he gazes in the direction of Chrissy’s table for a few seconds. Then he shrugs. “She doesn’t really like him. Not like that. You do. And don’t you dare sit there and try to say you don’t.”

“Yeah, well.. I can’t compete with all a’ that.” you gesture wildly towards your friend’s table and Chrissy happens to spot you and she gives you a split second grin. You give her a thumbs up and hold your hands to your throat as you nod in the direction of Jason, her on again and off again boyfriend.

And a guy who you’re convinced will be the next Jim Jones.

Jason spots you and Chrissy looking at each other and he glares from the head of the table. When he’s turned his attention away again, Chrissy uses her middle finger to ‘scratch’ her nose and you laugh to yourself quietly.

And then, Eddie is there. Sitting in the seat right beside you as he scoffs at the way you are eating the square pizza all rolled up while shaking his head. You stop chewing and bat your eyes at him. “Problem?” you ask through a mouth full.

Eddie leans in a little and you nearly choke on the bite you’ve taken. As the rough pad of his thumb drags over the corner of your mouth, it’s all you can do to clench your thighs beneath the table and try like hell not to look every bit as affected as you really are.

“You uh.. Pizza sauce on your mouth.” he mutters quietly. But his gaze is lingering and it’s something you’re not really used to. You manage a nod and swallow down the bite you’ve taken. Then you chase it with chocolate milk.

You find yourself wondering if he’s looked at you like this before but you can’t come up with a solid answer either way and so, the pessimism ingrained in you says that the answer has to be no.

And then one of you or the other moves just a little closer. So that your sides are touching. You suck in a breath before you can stop yourself and you’re willing the cafeteria floor to open up and suck you down before you do anything else stupid.

Before things get so awkward you can’t even be around him anymore.

Oh but it’s a little too late for that already, because lately, you’d have to be an idiot not to pick up on a certain level of awkward in the heavy tension between you and Eddie. You’re kind of surprised he hasn’t because he’s a really observant guy for the most part. And you keep waiting on him to mention it, but so far, he hasn’t.

The bell to end lunch rings and you grab your plate and practically bolt out of the room like the hounds of hell are after you and this is how you collide into Chrissy.

And she’s all smiles. She asks you a question that seems innocent enough at first.

“What are you doing for Halloween, hm? I’m sorry again that I have to bail. My mom…” and you nod, you give her an understanding smile. Her mom’s not really good at faking her disdain for you. Or anybody who isn’t on Chrissy’s team that she might happen to speak to.

“It’s okay. Really. Another time.” you smile at her even as your stomach twists in knots because after all, you’re still not entirely sure that given you’re not leaving town anytime soon, you’re not entirely thrilled with the fact that you’re going to set her up with Eddie.

The boy you’re in love with.

Because that makes all the sense in the world, right? You’re in love with your best friend and he’s in love with your friend. The prettier one. So you’re determined not to sit back and pine away like all the girls in all the stupid movies you watch secretly. You’re going to do the smart thing, you’re going to bow out with a little class and a shred of dignity.

Because it’s probably better that way anyway, you’re not good at any kind of relationship, whether it be friendly or otherwise. Mostly because you’ve never really given yourself a chance to open up.

Chrissy looks relieved. And then, when you tell her you told those two freshman kids that Eddie knows that you’d come to something they’re doing in the woods tonight but you tell her you’re not really sure if you’ll actually go, Chrissy pretty much demands you to do it.

Which, okay, weird… But she points out that if you’re sticking around, you need to at least try to make more friends.

By the end of the day, you’ve decided what the hell.. Might as well go.

– hours later , in the woods.

“Okay, where the hell is she?”

“You said you got her to agree to meet us all up here.” Mike glared at Dustin who glared right back. “I said she said she might.”

“Might isn’t will.”

“It also isn’t won’t. She’ll be here, okay? Look, Chrissy stopped me before I got to the bike racks after school and told me that she got her to at least think about coming.”

“Again.. Think about isn’t doing.”

“Will both of you just shut up, damn it? I think I hear something.” Lucas hisses, glaring at both of his friends calmly.

They catch sight of a weak beam of light just as you step out into the clearing where Eddie is sitting on top of the picnic table.

“And here we go.”

“Let’s hope this works.”

“It’ll work, okay? It has to.”

The three boys go quiet and find a cluster of trees further away to watch from because hidden there, they can see better. And so, they get to see the exact moment Eddie Munson happens to look up and catch sight of you.

You’re wearing your favorite boots, a gauzy bell sleeved dress and the stupid flower crown again. You’re also wearing the pink glow in the dark fangs and you’ve got fake blood smeared at the corners of your mouth. After you took your sisters trick or treating earlier, you decided not to change, to just get this over with.

“Midget?” Eddie nearly swallows his tongue as his eyes drag over you slowly. And then again. Slower.

You shuffle your feet and as your eyes dart around, two things start to become clear. One, there is nobody here but you and Eddie and two, somehow, you know exactly what’s going on. Now your odd conversation with Chrissy in the hallway after lunch makes perfect sense.

She got those two freshman kids to help her pull this off. It’s not a surprise, Chrissy is one of those girls that boys just don’t say no to.

“Goddamn it, Henderson and Wheeler.” you mumble, giving  a rueful laugh. “I uh.. I guess there’s not some Halloween thing happening with Hellfire tonight, hm?”

Eddie’s blank look has you kicking at dry leaves as you swear under your breath a little.

“Sorry.” you mutter.

“For what?” Eddie reaches out, a hand settling on your hip and the other one gingerly gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes.

“Because I know what the idiots are up to right now and I know why. Pretty sure they dragged you away from something you’d rather be doing, so I uh… I should go. Yeahhh.” you turn and you’re about to walk away but your lack of context is not satisfying for Eddie at all, so he catches up to you and grabs you from behind to turn you around. “Uh uh.. You’re going to explain what’s going on, okay? C’mon.” he nods to the picnic table.

You bite your lip and swallow hard. And for some reason, you’re laughing.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Oh, but I do, actually.” Eddie deadpans. You wander over to the table he’s sitting on top of and you pull yourself up to sit next to him. For at least two or three minutes neither of you really say anything, but then Eddie clears his throat as he looks at you.

Waiting.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “It’s so dumb, okay?”

“You’re my friend. Just tell me what’s going on.” Eddie gazes at you.

You don’t think any of it will come out when you open your mouth but then it just pours out. You’re telling him that you planned to set him up with Chrissy because you know he likes her and you wanted him to be happy because you like him, only you didn’t exactly say like.

No, no.. Of course you didn’t.

You manage to blurt out the single most terrifying L word you’ve ever known.

Love. You tell Eddie Munson you’re in love with him and you give him that whole stupid schtick about loving something and setting it free as you shrug and go quiet.

 You’re staring at your shoes, the bench beneath your feet, anything but him because you absolutely refuse. You can’t, you absolutely cannot.

“Wait..” Eddie finally speaks up, a stunned quiet voice. “You were going to set me up with her.. Because you’re in love with me…How… That doesn’t make any sense.”

You shrug. “I never said it did.” you mumble quietly. You’re still waiting for laughter, for him to politely reject you or something but so far, all he’s done is ask why and tell you that what you were planning to do doesn’t make any sense at all.

Which, duh, you realize this.

“You love me.” he repeats, a quieter tone. Dazed. His eyes lock on you and he reaches out, making you look at him by the way he grabs your jaw again. Gently.

He’s always been so… careful… with you. Now that you’re really thinking about it. 

“I..Yeah.. but it’s okay,” you’re fidgeting, stammering over your words and rambling all at once, “You don’t have to…” you cough and swear under your breath because feelings make you highly uncomfortable ™ and you’re only realizing this now because now is the only time you’ve ever really allowed yourself to deal with them.

You’re really not expecting what happens next, not at all. Eddie steps closer -or maybe it was you, you’re not entirely sure, but you know he’s towering over you with a hand hesitantly placed against your hip. You can feel the cool metal of the rings on his fingers through the gauzy material of the dress you’d thrown on to dress up as what you’ve been calling a ‘hippie vamp’ all night long. 

You suck in a sharp breath at the gentle contact, -because you’re not used to it and you weren’t expecting it, and you can feel the flower crown slipping down over your forehead just a little more with every second that lingers and stretches. Your heart is racing. It feels like there is a swarm of bees buzzing around in your stomach and you’re nervous. Nervous but excited. Alive.

Luckily,  you’re too stunned to do anything really awkward like getting too eager to kiss the taller boy towering over you so that you awkwardly raise to the tips of your toes to grab hold of his shirt and haul him down to your level. You want to, but sheer self-preservation wins out.

Eddie’s hands -both of them, settle on your hips and you’re pulled up off the ground slightly. You manage to knock noses at first and there’s when it starts to kick in for you that he’s about to possibly kiss you. And cue completely mis-timed and awkward fit of giggles.

You honestly wish you’d get sucked down below the ground but you’re not. And after he laughs quietly and you lightly smack faces, his mouth meets yours, the contrast between rough lips and the taste of cigarettes and soda on his breath have your heart thump,thump thumping lazily against your chest. Your mouth falls open willingly and you just barely manage to admit that you haven’t ever, uhm.. Kissed a boy before. Like ever. Eddie remembers the incident you told him about, when a boy tried to kiss you in middle school but you panicked and swung at him instead, effectively punching him in the throat. And just to be a bit of an ass, he mutters in a voice smooth as silk against your mouth, “Not gonna punch me in the throat…Right?”

“No.” you stammer and the word seems to linger, only to be swallowed seconds later by the way his mouth crashes against yours, hungry and greedy. You’ve melted against him completely, he’s literally holding you up at this point. You know how he is about your hair but it looks so soft despite it’s frizz that you can’t resist trying to touch it and this is how you wind up with your fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head, pulling his mouth against yours more deeply. Your legs wrap around his waist as he picks you up a little better. 

The kiss breaks when the flowers from your slipping crown manage to form a scratchy wedge between the two of you and Eddie grumbles, reaching up to pluck it off the top of your head. The fake fangs stab his lips and yours until you have to slip your finger into your mouth and pull them off your teeth. Eddie laughs as he goes in for another kiss.

And in the cluster of trees, three freshmen as well as Gareth and Jeff, all exchange high fives. “I’ll tell Chrissy it worked in homeroom tomorrow.” Jeff chuckles to himself quietly. Lucas snickers and nods to the way Eddie’s got you wrapped around his body as he stands to full height. “C’mon, Henderson. C’mon, Wheeler. We should get goin.”

“Definitely.”

“Agreed. It’s weird, staying here to watch. It’s almost as bad as the time I walked in on Johnathan and my sister.” Mike grimaces at the memory.

And you and Eddie are so caught up in the whole thing that neither of you notice the five culprits responsible for the events of the night as they slip out of the trees and go their separate ways as they leave the heavily wooded area.

The kiss finally breaks for a second?, third? Time and you’re giggling like an idiot and you can’t stop. Eddie snickers and slips an arm around your shoulder. “C’mon…” he yawns. “If we hurry, I think Wayne’s still got leftover lasagna. I heard your stomach growling earlier.”

You lean against his side and nod, reaching up to lightly touch your thumb to his bottom lip. You’re definitely still dazed because tonight is not something you anticipated either before or after you were dumped in Hawkins to live with a grandmother you never really knew…

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader imagine

[lovermine]

headcanon for the newgirl au!! oc getting ditched on a date and all four members showing up when they find out she got ditched, it’s one of my fav eps of new girl and i’d love to see it mirrored with 5sos <3

oh one hundred percent gonna try and include something like this. before oc inevitably ends up falling in love with one of the 5sos men, she has pretty shit luck with dating but realises she doesn’t care as long as she has her fav boys at the end of the day <3

#🎧.vai’s asks! #🎧.newgirlau

[comradekatara]

modern au azula loves roasting people right??

roasting people implies some level of affection in the relationship and I'm gonna go out on a limb and say, much like winston newgirl, azula goes too big or too small. most of her insults are sort of clumsy and confusing, like pointing out that zuko has a scar (he is aware of it yes). but if she really starts getting into a person's flaws, you can consider that bridge BURNT. ya get me?

#asks #anon #azula #modern au #chell why would you cite newgirl.

[fairysluna]

INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 5: it's nice to have a friend.

New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY — Your best friend finally visits your new home, but in a terrible moment. As she takes all the attention, you find yourself locked in your room with an unexpected company. New feelings and confusions might appear.

TAGS — alcohol consumption, baela makes her first appearance, mentions of virginity loss, awkwardness between aegon and reader bc they're dumb af, use of y/n. If something is missing, let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — PLEASE READ THIS!! Just to clarify, Baela and Rhaena are Velaryon, just Laena's daughters not Daemon's, Jace and Luke are Strong, and Aegon, Aemond, Daeron, Helaena and Rhaenyra are Targaryens; this means only the Targs and Strongs are related. Thank you for reading!!🤍

WORD COUNT — 4.6k

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.

Lucerys’ big, blue eyes were staring at you as you read through his latest English test trying to see and correct the things in which he had failed. Jacaerys had asked you to help him with his studies after their mother threatened to ground him if he came home with another bad grade. In return for your work, he would do the dishes for you for an entire month; and you couldn't say no to that.

“Alright, a C+ is not terrible, but it can be better if you really put effort into studying,” you advised him. “You're a smart kid, you can definitely get an A+.”

“It’s so hard for me, there's too many concepts. I don't even know what a funnel introduction is,” he murmured, bumped out.

“It's fine, Luke, I'll help you study for your next test and you'll get at least a B+, I promise,” you said, smiling softly at him.

For a moment he just stared at you, being completely silent as he placed his chin on his hand while leaning on the table. You lifted your eyebrow and your smile slowly started to disappear.

Oh, gods, not again.

“You have a beautiful smile, you know?” he suddenly said, taking you by surprise and making you remember his little crush towards you.

“You need to stop trying to flirt with me, Luke,” you warned him. “I'm too old for you.”

“It was just a compliment,” he shrugged.

“Luke…” you said his name with a scolding tone.

“It is!” he assured you.

“Well, then thank you. That's very sweet of you.”

The main door opened just when you finished talking, Aegon was soon walking inside the loft with his hands holding at least five bags, each filled with the groceries for the month. You excused yourself before standing up and going to help him.

Things, surprisingly, were not awkward at all anymore. You were grateful for that, knowing that all your business with Aegon was now forgotten since what happened a few days ago. You both agreed, however, that you would not say anything to the rest of the guys, just so they wouldn't get the wrong impression. You were pleased, though, because now your relationship with Aegon was better, and you knew he trusted you a tiny bit more now. You were happy about it, too.

“Want some help with that?” you asked as you tried to grab some of the bags.

Aegon immediately shook his head, telling you it was okay as he moved the bags away from your hands, even when he seemed to be struggling a bit.

“Don’t worry about it,” he breathlessly said. “There's a sad, hot girl looking for you out there, you should probably go and see what's that about.” He walked past you and left you standing right in the middle of the hall.

You watched him enter the kitchen and leave the bags on the floor before he went to the fridge and drank orange juice straight out of the bottle. You sighed before you curiously peaked to the entrance only to find your best friend standing there with her backpack hanging from her shoulder. Her eyes were red — it seemed as if she was crying the whole way there, her lower lip was quivering as she held back her sobs.

“Baela?” you asked as you walked towards her, wrapping your arms around her as she laid her head on your shoulder, weeping against your shirt. “Hey, babe, what's wrong? What happened?”

“Garett and I fought today,” she sobbed, “It was bad, I took my thing and I left.”

Your hands went to her hair, your fingertips soothingly caressing her head as you comforted her. “It’s okay,” you cooed, grabbing her face and wiping her tears away with your thumbs. “Let's go talk in my room, alright? Come on.”

Baela obediently nodded as you guided her through the loft with your hand on her lower back. Aegon gave you a confused look and you just shrugged as a response. He followed you with his eyes until you disappeared around the corner and were out of his sight.

“How did you know the address?” you questioned, curiously.

“You sent it to me when you came for the first time just in case they would kidnap you or murder you,” she explained as she sniffed.

“Oh, right…” you muttered.

“It's a really nice apartment, you were lucky to find it.”

“I know, and it's quite cheap too.”

“I can't believe there's three men living here-”

All of the sudden, Jace walked out of his room; his sleepy face and swollen eyes would be proof enough to know that he had just woken up. However, what actually caught your attention was the way his body froze when he laid eyes on Baela, and also the way that she stiffened up when she saw him standing in front of her. His eyes widened as his lips slightly parted in what seemed to be a silent gasp.

“Baela…” he murmured. Suddenly you felt invisible.

“Hi,” she said in a sigh. You frowned, confused.

Standing there between them, you found yourself being taken aback by their reaction, about the way they looked at each other as if their breaths were caught up in their throats. You glanced at Baela, then at Jace, trying to find some explanation to this awkward situation, but you found nothing more than sparkling eyes in them.

“What- Did I miss something?” you asked, interrupting the moment and feeling Baela's stare falling on you.

“No,” Jace quickly replied. You could almost see him blushing. “Nothing happened.”

“Weren't we going to your room?” Baela turned to tell you, and you nodded. “Alright, let's go then.”

You resumed your path towards your room, and as soon as you crossed the door, Baela closed it behind her back. Suddenly, all traces of sadness were now replaced by something new; nervousness, perhaps. You sat on your bed staring at your friend who was now looking at you with widened eyes. You were beyond confused, filled with questions and doubts that needed to be answered before your mind would explode.

“Listen,” she started.

“I think there is a big elephant in the room right now.”

“There's a lot to unpack.”

“I can tell,” you replied. “You know Jace, don't you?”

“I do,” she nodded. “I actually know him very well. Very well.”

You stopped for a second. “How well?”

“Remember my time in Dragonstone as a camp counselor?”

Oh Gods.

“Yes…” you muttered, unsure of whether you wanted to hear the rest of the answer or not.

“Remember what happened during that summer?” she questioned, surprisingly shy.

“I do.”

“Well, it was Jacaerys,” she confessed.

Your eyes widened as you heard her saying it and confirmed it as if it wasn't breaking news, then your mouth dropped. A gasp escaped from your lips as you stood up from the bed and walked towards her.

“Shut up!” you said out of surprise. “It was Jace? That Jace?”

There was a moment of silence before Baela nodded and said, “uh… yes.”

“What?!” you yelled.

“Babe, keep it quiet, please,” she whispered.

“I thought Jace was a virgin,” you confessed, talking in loud whispers, still in shock.

“I can assure you that he's not.”

You covered your mouth as you saw her getting flustered by the situation. The whole thing with her boyfriend, and whatever had happened between them two, had been quickly forgotten by you two, because now you were trying to make sense of how small the world really was.

“I can't believe this!” you exclaimed.

“Well, imagine my situation,” Baela said, scandalized. “I just found out that, out of the billions of people in the world, my best friend is living with the guy that took my virginity during summer camp!”

“It's kinda romantic, though,” you confessed. Baela noticed the dreamy look on your eyes as you spoke; she was already used to it. “Maybe it's destiny.”

“You're insane,” she chuckled.

“Just imagine, Baela! What are the odds?”

“I'm dating Garett!”

“You were crying because of him a few minutes ago!” you reminded her. “What did that douche do anyway?”

Baela took a deep breath, rolling her eyes as she remembered everything. You knew a part of her was slightly embarrassed to tell you, only because she knew you would say ‘I told you so’. She was too stubborn to admit she had been wrong about him all this time.

“He got jealous because he went through my phone and found a picture I took with a friend from work,” she explained.

“He went through your phone?” you repeated, widening your eyes. “Gods, Baela, what are you waiting to break up with him?”

“I don't know!” she replied in despair. “Maybe I love him too much.”

“Whatever you two have going on, I can assure you that it's not love. You deserve better than him, and you know it.”

“I will break up with him… some day,” she promised, doubting. “But now, I need a place to stay tonight because I can't go back to my apartment if he's there. Can you help me with that?”

“Of course,” you immediately replied, “you can stay as long as you want.”

“Thank you,” she sighed.

“Though he should be the one looking for shelter,” you couldn't help but to speak up. “It's your apartment.”

“I know, but I'm doing what I can, alright? I feel like there's a lot of shit going on right now. Can't we just drink our weight in booze?”

“I- I don't know, babe,” you slowly said, “I have a bunch of papers to grade and next class we'll revise them and-”

“Hey, it's okay,” she shrugged, “Maybe one of those guys will make me some company.”

A soft knock was heard and soon Aegon opened the door of your room. He was looking tired and uninterested as usual. Baela crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at him up and down. Aegon didn't even notice such a gesture, because all his attention was on you.

“I brought pizza from the supermarket,” he informed you. “They’re getting out of the oven, so come and have dinner. You can also come, if you want,” he spoke to Baela, finally glancing at her.

“We'll be there in a minute,” you replied.

Aegon left as quickly as he arrived, and your attention returned to your friend, who was arching one of her eyebrows.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing…” she shrugged, but her tone made you a bit suspicious. “Shall we go now? Crying makes me hungry.”

“Alright, let's go… I'll introduce you to Aemond.”

She grabbed your hand and you guided her through the hall until you were back in the dining room. Lucerys looked up from his plate and his mouth fell as he saw Baela walking confidently towards the table. One single glance at him and you sighed relieved to know that his crush towards you was now replaced by his crush towards Baela.

Aemond —who was wearing a kitchen apron and had his long silver hair in a bun— also appeared with two pizzas in his hands, being followed by Jacaerys who carried one. As they put them on the table, you cleared your throat trying to make them acknowledge your presence in the room.

They both stood still as they saw her.

“Aemond, Luke,” you started, “this is my best friend Baela. She'll be staying with us tonight if that is not an issue.”

“Of course not.” Aemond stepped in, removing the oven mitts from his right hand and stretching it to reach hers. “I'm Aemond Targaryen,” he introduced himself with a soft smile as he brought her hand towards his lips and left a kiss there.

Jacaerys rolled his eyes.

“How chivalrous,” Baela commented, pleased with that small interaction.

“Shall we take a seat now?” you proposed, going to your usual spot.

“Where do I sit?” Baela asked.

“Wherever your ass fits, but not in my chair,” Aegon suddenly said, appearing out of nowhere and taking his seat in the spot right next to you.

You gave him a bad look as he sat down.

“You can sit beside Aemond.” You pointed at the empty chair right next to him. Baela did what you said and smiled at him politely.

A quick glance at Jacaerys and you noticed how his jaw slightly clenched and how his eyes would, occasionally, look at them. You narrowed your eyes, noticing there was something going on there probably related to what you had just found out.

“Well, can we start eating now?” Aegon asked. “I'm fucking starving.”

Without waiting for an answer, he took a slice of the pizza and opened his mouth to eat almost half of it in a single bite. Aemond looked at him as if he was scolding him for his terrible manners, but you could only giggle at that.

“Do you guys happen to have beer?” she curiously wondered, staring at Aemond. “I'm in need of some.”

“There's a couple in the fridge, and-”

“No, no. Those are mine, I bought them,” Aegon interrupted.

His lips were covered by stains of tomato sauce, and you gave him a napkin so he would clean himself. He quickly took it and cleaned his mouth.

“Aegon, she's a guest,” Aemond said.

“And?”

“And you need to be polite.”

“I'm sharing my pizza with all of you, I think I'm being polite enough,” he argued as he pointed at the three pizzas on the table.

“I can go and buy some beer,” Jacaerys suddenly offered, “uh… there's a store around the corner, I can grab some beers for you.”

“That's so thoughtful, Jace,” Baela thanked him.

“You guys need to be careful,” you warned them.

“Why?” Jace questioned.

“It's just that your brother is here, and he is a minor-”

“I’m sixteen,” he quickly replied.

“Which means you have to wait two more years to legally drink,” you reminded him.

“Listen, it's my free night, and I don't want to listen to music or smell a beer tonight,” Aegon groaned, interrupting the conversation.

“No one is inviting you to join, Aegon,” Jace murmured.

You gave him a bad look. “Don't be mean.”

Of course no one noticed, but Aegon looked down at his lap just so he would hide the faint rose blush that appeared on his cheeks.

“Y/n will be busy tonight, so maybe you guys can give me some company,” she proposed to Aemond and Jacaerys, who immediately nodded.

“Can I be there too?” Luke asked.

“As long as you stay away from the alcohol,” Baela told him.

“Fine,” he sighed.

“Then you can join us,” she cheerfully said.

An hour was all they needed to create their own personal little pub. You were in your room, the door closed and your eyes feeling tired from reading so much - especially when you had to almost guess what the poorly written words were. The weariness was starting to show as you would continuously jawn and rub your eyes, trying to stay focused on your task.

You saw the clock. 11pm. As you listened to the faded music coming from the living room, you missed the days when you were able to stay awake until sunrise. Perhaps you were getting old.

Or maybe you just needed coffee.

The pen in your hand dropped as you stood up, stretching your limbs and sighing while you put on your comfy slippers. You left your room and rushed into the kitchen, finding Jace staring at Aemond and Baela sitting on the couch. He looked dissociated, as if his mind was giving him a thousand thoughts in a second, and even when you saw him distracted, you asked him:

“Where are the coffee pods?”

Jacaerys’ eyes wouldn't even dare to leave Baela. You would notice how he was nervously tapping the kitchen counter and biting his lip. It was quite obvious that he didn't even hear a word of what you've just said.

“How long have you known her?” He suddenly asked.

“Who? Baela?” you spoke as you looked into the drawers.

“Yes,” he said as he finally turned around to look at you.

“She's been my best friend since sixth grade, why- Oh, here they are,” you mumbled once you found what you were looking for.

You grabbed the coffee pod and put it in the coffee machine, waiting next to it for the cup to be filled.

“So you know,” he assumed. “Of course you do, she's your best friend.”

“What do I know?”

“That we- you know…” he shyly said. “Summer Camp, Dragonstone… uh, sex.”

“Well, she just told me, actually…” you confessed. “I mean, I knew how she lost it, but she never told me the name of the guy, so I didn't know you two had met before. Also, you've never mentioned anything about that camp before, so...”

“Gods, she looks even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said with a shy smile, looking at Baela and then back at you. “Shit, she's here and my hair looks hideous, I don't know why I cut my curls off, I feel like Samson.”

“You look fine, Jace.”

“Yeah, you say that to Aegon everyday, how can I believe you?”

You were about to open your mouth and say that you actually meant it each time you would say that to Aegon, but, somehow, admitting that information made you feel embarrassed. You just decided to change the subject before the silence turned into an awkward one.

“Listen, you do you, I'll be in my room-”

“Wait, no,” he interrupted you. “You need to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Because I don't- How am I supposed to get close to Baela if you're gone?” He asked you, widening his eyes with panic.

“The same way you did when you first met her, isn't it easy?”

“You have to understand,” he said, looking deadly serious. “17 year old me, is not the same person as 22 year old me. I've grown weak.”

“Find that inner 17 year old you,” you shrugged, as you started to slowly walk away. “Best of luck, my friend.”

You walked out of the kitchen with the cup of hot coffee in your hand. As you passed by the living room, you gave a threatening look to Luke who was too close to the beers in the center table. As a response, he lifted his hands in a gesture of innocence, and looked at you with those blue, puppy eyes. You sighed, resuming your way towards your room and humming the song that was playing back in the living room.

Once you returned, it was a complete surprise to see Aegon laying on your bed with his computer on his lap and a bowl of chips on his side. He was shoeless, in his pajamas, looking so comfortable that you even thought for a small second that you accidentally entered his room instead of yours.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, as you walked towards your desk and left the coffee cup there.

“I'm watching a movie and they aren't letting me listen because their music is too loud,” he explained.

“Why don't you use subtitles?”

He scoffed, “I'm watching a movie, not reading a fucking book.”

“Aegon, you need to stop appearing in my room,” you mumbled. He paused his movie, sitting up on the bed. “Last time was a disaster.”

“I won't be a bother to you, I swear it. I'll be quiet and let you do your thing,” he told you, looking at you with his puppy, lilac eyes. You couldn't say no.

“Fine,” you mumbled, sitting in your chair before you resumed your work. “Keep the volume down too, please.”

“Alright,” he said, and each started to focus on your own thing.

You gave him one last look before you turned around and grabbed your pen. The music was muffled thanks to the thickness of the walls, and all you could hear was the soft voices of the actors coming out of Aegon's computer. It was quite relaxing, there was no awkward silence or anything as such. It felt comfortable and nice.

His presence felt nice.

Suddenly, you heard him laughing out loud, and it was contagious enough to make you smile, distracting you from your work. You turned around only to see him covering his face with one of your pillows, somehow you thought it was cute.

“What are you watching?” you asked as you stood up and sat on your bed next to him.

“Pineapple Express,” he said between giggles, still laughing at one of the scenes.

“Can I watch too?”

“I thought you were busy working,” he replied, looking up at you.

You sighed, “yeah, you’re right.”

Aegon looked at you for a few seconds before pausing the movie and sitting up.

“You look stressed,” he pointed out. “Want some help with whatever you're doing?”

“Would you help me?” you asked, incredulously.

“Yeah, why not? I wanted to be a teacher when I was little,” he confessed, “until I realized I was supposed to go to university to do it.”

“You haven't gone to university?”

“I have, actually,” he nodded as he spoke. “My father forced me to go. I never finished it though, I dropped out.”

“What program?”

“Business administration,”

“Was it fun?”

“The most boring shit ever,” he replied, and you chuckled.

He looked at you as you laughed, and a small —almost nonexistent— smile appeared on his face. It was an involuntary gesture.

“Why did he force you to study something you didn't want?” you curiously asked.

You knew that perhaps you were overstepping a line, but it was the first time he ever said something about him to you, and you were craving to know more. You just couldn't help it.

“Alright, what is this? A fucking interview?”

“Oh, come on!” you insisted. “I've seen you naked already, remember? I know more of you than Aem and Jace.”

“Bold of you to assume they haven't seen me naked yet,” he chuckled. “Will you want help with those hieroglyphics or not?”

“Don't be mean,” you scolded him. “They are just learning how to properly write.”

“Which grade is it?”

“Third.”

“Amateurs…” he mumbled.

“Stop it, they're kids,” you giggled.

“No excuse.”

“Alright, I'm gonna keep going before it gets too late,” you said as you stood up.

Aegon, out of impulse, stretched his hand to grab yours, stopping you from moving away. You turned around, failing to hide your surprise. He seemed unfazed by his own action on the outside, but on the inside he was panicking and desperately wondering why he did that.

“I can help you if you want,” he offered again.

You had to take a second to process it and answer him.

“It's- it's fine,” you shrugged. “You keep watching your movie, don't worry.”

He pressed his lips; an awkward smile.

“Alright,” he said, and let go of your hand.

“Thank you, though.” As you pronounced, Aegon looked back at the screen, almost as if he was suddenly ashamed of looking at you.

You tried to say something, but you just pressed your lips together, sealing them so they wouldn't utter a word. You turned around, and sat back on your chair. For a second you just stayed there, staring at the papers scattered around the desk, and thinking about that sudden gesture that was so odd coming from him.

You couldn't help but to ask yourself whether it was a good idea to have rejected his help, thinking that maybe this would push him away once again.

You were overthinking everything, as usual.

As you turned around, you noticed that Aegon was already with his eyes on you. Nervously, you cleared your throat.

“What?” He asked.

“Uh, what?” you repeated.

“What's wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You've been staring at your desk without moving for like a minute,” he explained. “Are you suffering a stroke or what?”

“No, I just- uh…”

“What?” he interrupted you.

“You're not mad at me, right?” The suddenness of the question made Aegon chuckle and think it was a joke, but after seeing your serious expression he realized you weren't actually kidding.

“Why would I- Listen, if I didn't get mad at you for seeing me naked, why would I get angry because of this?”

“Actually, you did get mad at me for it,” you murmured.

“Well, I'm not mad at you now, okay? Now chill out.”

“Alright, I'm so-”

“Don't apologize,” he stopped you before you could even finish. Then, he softly chuckled. “Why do you act like that?”

“Like what?”

“Weird.”

“To be honest, the first month here I thought you hated me,” you admit, “sometimes I still do, actually.”

“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “I wouldn't be your friend if I hated you, would I?”

“I'm your friend?” You repeated, widening your eyes with emotion.

Aegon looked at you weirded out, “of course you are, you dumbass. I saw you naked, we live together; I think I had no choice, actually.”

You smiled.

“Well, it's nice being your friend.”

“It is,” he agreed.

Baela suddenly opened the door in a scandalous way. You jumped in your seat, taking all your attention towards her; she wasn't drunk, but she was certainly a bit tipsy. Aegon immediately closed his computer and grabbed his now empty bowl of chips, standing up from your bed.

“Guess the party's over, so I'll go to my room now,” he announced. Some tiny part of you didn't want him to go just yet. You liked having his company. “Good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Aegon,” you sighed.

“Goodnight, Bella.”

“It's Baela,” she corrected him.

“Yeah, whatever.”

He left the room in a hurry as Baela rolled her eyes. Soon, she went to her backpack and took an oversized shirt she used as pajamas, all while staring at you with a subtle smirk on her face.

“What?” you asked.

“You need to tell me what's going on between you and him.” She removed her clothes and put on the shirt.

“What do you mean?”

“Don't play dumb,” she murmured as she went to the bed and laid beneath the covers. “Girl, you have bewitched the guy!”

“What? That's- that's nonsense.”

“Look at the floor, there's a path of his drool all the way from your bed to the door.”

“Baela, he's not- he doesn't do relationships.”

“Oh, but he would definitely do you, you know?” She said imitating your tone.

“Alright…” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“You need to shoot your shot there, he's hot.” You felt the heat running to your cheeks, and of course she immediately noticed it. You hated that she knew you too well. “Oh my! You're blushing!”

“Baela, that's enough.”

“I can definitely sense a vibe there.”

“There's nothing vibing here.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Just go to sleep, okay?” you groaned, turning towards the desk.

“Goodnight, love,” she said. You could hear her smirk on her voice.

“Goodnight,” you simply said, sighing tiredly.

The thought of Aegon being into you was too far-fetched to be truthful. He had just started to see you as a friend, and even when he saw you naked he didn't try to make a move or make comments about it that would give you sogns of his attraction towards you. In fact, he was rather indifferent about it. On the other hand, even when a part of you thought of Aegon as someone handsome, he wasn't your type at all; too immature, perhaps, it would never work between you two.

You shook your head, weirded out with the mere idea of being thinking about it. At the end of the day, Aegon was just another of your friends… right?

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[achillieus]

we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, angst, too much tension, bucky and reader are stupid and in  denial, sexual tension all around the place

tagging: @tonystankschild​

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part 2/3:

And then it’s the last week of February and you have an assignment together, you and Bucky, the boy with black hair and a mind that you’re certain is not as clever as he insists it is. You know this cannot possibly end well. You feel it when he sits beside you and his knee brushes past your leg. You feel it when you take a breath and smell his aftershave. Sandalwood and vanilla. It makes you want to lick your lips. Please, get a grip. You try to get away, even propose to write the whole thing alone so you wouldn’t have to spend any time around him. In your mind, you call it self defense. But Bucky’s boastful and you can see him pumping the muscles in his neck, trying to intimidate you.

“My dorm, tomorrow at 7,” he says “Don’t be late.”

-

(your late night instagram search history)

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(01:50 AM) @buckybrns

(02:10 AM) @buckybrns

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when he’s not around.

-

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that everyone, boys and girls, adore him alike. He’s charming, he’s crafty, he’s brilliant. He’s everything they want him to be and even more. It nearly condones his megalomania.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s aware he has an audience. Always plans his moves, knows how to play his character perfectly. He wears dark designer jeans and plain Henley shirts, buttons open, fabric tight around his biceps. Sometimes even a black leather jacket and a tag necklace. Girls are intrigued by the bad-boy, straight A student contrast, while the boys are envious enough keep him close and invite him to all of their parties. Bucky gives them whatever they need.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s utterly lonely. He has never said so, but it’s the truest thing about him. He has Sam. But for how long? Bucky’s used to people going away. It has been imprinted on him. His best friend, Steve, left with his girlfriend in an exchange program last month and Natasha, the one girl he ever came close to loving, just started dating Clint Barton. Clint fucking Barton. What a downgrade.

And then there’s you, sitting at the end of his bed, playing with the ring in your finger, reading some neatly written lecture notes. Usually, Bucky would think about 129 cheeky comments he could make to a girl in his room. But not to you. Are you sure, Bucky? He has grown accustomed to disliking you. It’s the one constant he has left and he’s not planning on losing it.

He leans down and takes the place next to you, a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

He offers and you decline.

“We need to concentrate on the project.”  

“You’re the biggest killjoy.” Bucky says with a hint of a smirk.

“I’m studying, Bucky.” He can see your left hand holding that dark green pen in a tight grip and your eyes trying to focus everywhere but on his face. He can see your hair glistening in the warm afternoon light that comes from his window. He can see the soft red blush on your cheeks and the beauty mark on your neck. What a tricky thing it is to see. And to feel. And to want.

Is that what dislike tastes like, Bucky?

-

He talks a lot, that’s the first thing you notice. He says all sorts of things, most of them having nothing to do with your project. You’re certain it’s because he’s feeling as uncomfortable and agitated as you. But still, it’s annoying as hell.

“Listen,” you say and turn to his side “I’m not going to fail this class just because you have the attention span of a two year old.”

A laugh escapes his lips and you watch, completely in awe, the way little wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. Right now, he looks tender and warm. No, he doesn’t.

“I think we’re both pretty smart,” Bucky says nonchalant and wets his lower lip with his tongue, before he adds, “We’ve got this, so relax doll.”

There are rules, things that are solid, de facto.

Example 1: Bucky never praises you. At least not out loud.

Example 1: Not valid anymore.

Example 2: Bucky uses the word “doll” approximately ten times a day. To other girls. The girls he likes. Not to you.

That’s actually wrong, he called you doll the first time you met. That doesn’t count. He didn’t know you then.

Example 2: Not valid anymore.

It feels foreign. Pleasant and beguiling, but foreign.

“You always call girls “doll”. What is this?” You ask and he looks up. “Is it like your thing, your flirt move?”

Bucky meets your gaze, his forehead creased, and holds it for some seconds before he laughs again. Is this amusing him?

“No, I’m serious.” You bite your lip. “You even did it to me when we first met.”

“I did?”

Of course he doesn’t remember, what did you expect?

“Yeah, when you helped me find the admission office.”

“And you remember that, an entire year later?” He raises his eyebrows, looking entertained and partly interested.

Your mind empties and for some time you feel out of place, embarrassed. But you’re quick to recollect yourself. You can’t let him get you.

“It was my first day as a college student, I remember all of it.”

Liar. You don’t even remember who you sat next to.

Bucky smirks a little too long for your liking and then he leans in, his body bending in a way that makes you forget to breath. He’s so close and you only see blue, a rare kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the brightest shade of the sky at noon. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t that handsome. Handsome and indomitable. What an awful combination.

“Interesting.” He whispers and lies back, touching the wall.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and clear your throat.

“I should go, it’s obvious we’re not making any progress.” You pick your books and stand up. “Sometimes I wonder how you get all those perfect grades, you clearly-” You merely finish your sentence before he grabs your arm and swiftly, he has you pressed against his wooden bookcase. You don’t have time to blink.

What’s happening? He was sitting down a second ago.

“That day,” he says while his thumb draws circles on your wrist. “You were wearing a denim dress and some Saturn shaped earrings. And you were holding a cherry juice box.”

It’s utterly terrifying how your emotions toss and turn the moment you realize what he’s talking about and the fragile muscles of your heart ache because Bucky cares. Bucky remembers.

“It wasn’t my first day of college, but I remember.”

You want to throw up. Or kiss him. You’re not sure. You know you hate Bucky. Do you? You’ve taught yourself to. And it was never supposed to change. It shouldn’t have to.  

You part your lips to say something, anything, but he shakes his head and steps back.

“You should go.”

And you do. And you’ll never tell him, but you’ll always regret not kissing him then. You’re sure now.

-

your inbox, the next morning

(10:25 AM) from [email protected]

              I’m sending you our assignment. You only need to add a few things and it’s done. If anything else comes up, it’s better we work on our own.

-

For Bucky, it all came crashing down the moment he first saw you. It was all over the moment his eyes met yours. A gourmand perfume lingered in the air around you that day and it stained his pores. And it’s been with him since then. Clinging onto his flesh.

It’s partly obsessive and partly romantic and Bucky tries to keep it locked inside. He thinks he can make it go away easily, the way he flicks a crumb off his expensive cashmere scarf. He thinks if he doesn’t talk about it, it’ll be less true. That’s not how things work, Bucky.

Yeah, he’s starting to notice.

And he’s trying so hard to hate you. The problem is, he doesn’t think he can.

(his late night instagram search history)

(00:45 AM) #tomfordperfumes

(01:30 AM) @y/n

(01:50 AM) #funnycats

(02:15 AM) @y/n

(03:45 AM) @y/n

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You make it your mission to avoid him and it’s going well until the fifth of March. You spot him at Sam Wilson’s party. You should have known he’d be here, they’re friends. There’s a thick cloud of cigarette smoke all around, but still, you can perfectly see him. He’s standing alone, his skin changing colors under the neon lights, a plastic cup in his hand, eyes crystal blue and swollen and fixated on you.

The room is small and everything feels known but unfamiliar at the same time; the atmosphere, his gaze, the lump on your throat.

They’re suffocating you, the looks you give each other.

-

“Buck, what do you want?” Sam asks, holding both vodka and gin and he observes the way Bucky merely turns his head to look at him.

What do you want Bucky?

Not to play a role anymore. For Steve to be back. Maybe, Natasha. No, he hasn’t thought about her in a month. Perhaps a Pulitzer Prize. Definitely a new pair of sunglasses. But there is one more answer he has behind his teeth.

Y/N, he almost says. Always.

“Vodka.”

-

He leaves before midnight and you can’t remember where the urge came from, yet you’re following him. You know he has noticed. But he just keeps walking until he reaches the door of his dorm and presses his back against it. He sees you and you see him and his eyes cut your heart open.

“Your place is on the other side of the building.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I just never got to say good job on the assignment and I wanted to.” You are unable to meet his eyes. You sound pitiful and you want to hit a wall; with your head.

Why the hell did you follow him here?

Because sometimes you do stupid things.

Bucky mockingly opens his mouth, as if shocked. It almost makes you groan.

“Did Miss high and mighty just comment something nice about me?”

“Why do you have to contradict everything I say?”

He shakes his head and you can feel your heart beat loud and irregular and it’s not because you’re mad. It’s because he’s coming closer, almost chest to chest now. And it’s because you can swear, he just glanced at your lips.

“Someone has to, you can’t act like you know everything all the time.”  

“I don’t do that, you don’t know a thing about me Bucky.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re Y/N, you like plaid skirts and Homer and dark green pens. You expect everyone to be perfect. You expect yourself to be perfect. And you always want to do the right thing.”

His pupils are dilated. Yours must be too. Bucky Barnes is dangerous and fatal. He makes your blood coil and your mouth dry. And there’s a tension, almost pain, almost agony, deep in your lungs and it burns. And you don’t know who leaned in first, probably you because Bucky isn’t that brave yet, but suddenly your hands are everywhere. Your fingers blending in his hair, his digging in the skin on the back of your neck. He’s bringing you closer and it’s a mess and all you can hear is the beating of your heart; a rapid vibration between your ears. It’s pure and raw and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

He tastes like ambrosia and a year-old despair and you think you can go on forever. You eventually break apart because you both need to breath and for a second you worry because he looks like he’s ready to cry, but instead he smiles, softly touching your cheek.

“Did I do the right thing?” You whisper.

...

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[ericshoney]

The Bad Boyz ~ Chapter three

Jade's POV

It was finally morning break and I really need it. I walked out of my class quickly heading to my locker. After remembering what way and making it there, I put my bag away, grabbing my bottle of water to drink. The first break is thirty minutes with lunch being fifty. I then shut my locker and turn to head outside, when I bump into someone.

"Sorry." I said, seeing the slim male glaring at me.

"Watch were your going dipshit." He mutters, pushing past me. I look at his back, wondering who he thinks he is.

I then head outside to the quad area. I take it all in, seeing a large fountain in the middle, with benches around the area. Many students are sitting around on the benches or the grass, taking in the sun, most of them on their phones. I then see a empty bench so I go and sit on, sipping my water.

"Hi!"

I jump out my skin when I hear a cheerful voice. I then see Sasha standing next to the bench.

"Sorry." She apologises.

"Its alright." I tell her, she smiles and sits in front of me.

"You looked lonely so I wanted to say hi." Sasha said to me.

"Thank you, its hard making friends on your first day." I said.

"Yeah, what year was you born?" She asks me.

"97. I'm guessing I'm older than you." I answer, making her nod.

"I was born 99. So your my Unnie!" She exclaims, making me laugh.

"So how were your first classes?" She asks.

"Well you know I had history first. It was fine till three guys showed up and one called me a rat cause I was in his seat." I answer.

"Three guys. Born 1997. Let me guess, Jacob, Younghoon and Hyunjae." She said, reeling off their names.

"Yeah, Younghoon cursed out the teacher, calling me a rat like I said, made Jacob swap seats with him. Then in maths I was away from them, but it still didn't help since they are noisy, Jacob's not the worse but he's sneaky. I was put next to him in science and he was doing little things to annoy me, but acted like it wasn't him." I tell her, remembering what happened in the last class.

"Those three, along with eight more, make up The Boyz. The schools bad boys." Sasha said.

"Would another happen to be slim, a bit taller than me and have a Gucci bag?" I question, remembering the one I bumped into earlier.

Sasha then pulls out her phone, showing me a picture of the guy I bumped into. I nod, telling her its him.

"Chanhee. Can be very sarcastic." She tells me.

"He called me a dipshit when I bumped into him." I tell her.

"That was probably the kindest thing he's ever said to a new student." She replies.

"Wow, I'm so lucky." I reply, with plenty of sarcasm, which Sasha could sense.

Sasha just laughs lightly as the bell rings, our first break being up. We both stand from the bench and head inside.

"Wanna have lunch together?" She asks.

"Sure, meet here?" I reply, pointing to my locker.

Sasha nods as she heads down the corridor. I know where my next class is since I already passed the room. I grab my bag out my locker and wonder what my writing class will have in store.

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[peachyhan]

[12:17 PM]

Genre(s): fluff, high school au, itboy!sunghoon, newgirl!y/n, pining, young love (sort of?)

Requested: nope!

Pairing(s): popular!sunghoon x newgirl!y/n

Word count: 513

Warning(s): not proofread lol

Note: this literally happened to me today and i kinda had to get it down before i forgot about it. this is also not proofread so pls don’t make fun of me if i have grammar and spelling mistakes lmao. 

Taglist: @soleilsuhh @skz-c1ty @itxxz 

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Walking to class with Sunghoon was not something that you would’ve ever expected. He was your school’s it boy after all. It was only your second year at Bighit High, so you didn’t have many friends. Of course you had one friend, but she decided to transfer to SM High, which was all the way across town, leaving you friendless and not knowing who anyone was other than Sunghoon, who you used to have a big crush on.  

Of course, Sunghoon knew of your past crush on him - you were the one who told him after all, yet he didn’t find anything awkward as you walked to class together. You had AP Language and Composition, AP World History, and lunch together all in a row, and walking together just seemed convenient. At first, it only happened once a week, but now it happens every day. He even waits for you to walk with you, even if it meant he would be late. 

Sunghoon was your school’s it boy for a reason, he was on the debate team, the school newspaper, tutoring, yearbook, figure skating, and got straight A’s. Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, he had the brains to back it up, and was also one of the kindest people you had ever met. 

“So, what are your thoughts on astrology?” you asked in an attempt to start a conversation. 

“Well honestly, I think it’s kinda interesting and it's really cool, but it’s also pretty silly once you think about it.”

“And why do you think that?”

“I mean I think it’s cool how someone can find out your zodiac sign based on your birthday and your natal chart based off of how the planets align and stuff, but I also think it’s quite silly how people can just know how you act based off of how the planets and moons align instead of actually diving into themselves as people to figure out who they are themselves.”

You listened to his little rant, a small grin on your face as you watched him ramble. He was starting to talk really fast, and although you couldn’t quite hear everything he was saying, you still looked at him with admiration as he continued his speech. 

You didn’t know why you were so awestruck by him. It was just a stupid rant about astrology, but the way that he talked and spoke his opinions intrigued you, and made your heart beat a little bit faster as he finally finished.  

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “No reason.” you grinned. He smiled at you, a smile that lit up his entire face before he said, “whatever you say.” 

His smile left you breathless as he took his usual seat beside you, his hand brushing slightly against yours as he reached to grab something in his backpack. The simple gesture made your heart flutter, and it was then, in AP World History, learning about Martin Luther, that you realized that maybe you had never gotten over your crush on Sunghoon after all. 

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