#ugh I’m not even looking forward to meeting her as much as I am him

[thursdayg1rl]

one of my old friends who moved to France came back omg !!

#we’re trying to make plans to meet up #I think Thursday is the best option for me #bc I can get the train that arrives at 4 #and then we can spend an hour together b4 I get picked up #n I could do the same thing next Monday except I think that’s a bank holiday #so frustrating trying to do it like this #but idk how my aunt wld take if I told her I want to meet up w my friends #my other friend said she wants to meet on Saturday tho #so kind of have to ask her.. #ugh I’m not even looking forward to meeting her as much as I am him #like our conversation just now was like. 10x better than any I’ve had w her #and we haven’t even spoken for like the entire 2 yrs he was in france #anyways he said he doesn’t know if he can leave school in his frees #if he can then it would b great bc we both have the same wed afternoon free

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your phone buzzes as your niece bounces dangerously close to the tree. Your sister's in town with her two kids, but neither her or her husband seem to care much about watching them. Somehow, you're tasked with that and unsure what to do about their endless energy. You envy them truly so you just kind of let them go.

You hear your mother and sister chattering in the kitchen, her husband is in the garage with your stepdad, and as always, you're the odd one out. You slide your phone out and check the ID. It's Bucky, technically your new boss. You notice you've missed a few texts from him. Great. Not a good start. You were supposed to tell everyone at dinner about your new gig.

You answer, watching the kids without much thought, play tug of war over a string of tinsel. You should stop them but it'll just snap anyhow. You clear your throat and put your hand to your cheek, feeling the nervousness warm your skin.

"Hello, Mr. B-Barnes," you eke out.

"Bucky, it's fine," he sounds slightly irritated but you don't think you've heard a different tone from him so far, "you're busy?"

"Well, uh, n-not exactly," you shrug, "j-just family s-stuff."

"Family... so you won't be able to go over the script? I just got your edits."

"U-uh, y-yeah, if you want to, I c-can grab my l-laptop," you offer and turn your back to the room.

"I'd prefer it if we could meet. I'm more of a face-to-face person."

"O-old-fashioned," you comment. You regret that he exhales deeply on the other end. "S-sorry, I o-only meant--"

"You're right. I'm old-fashioned. Not a bad thing," he insists, "so, is it too late? Should we find another time?"

"T-tomorrow?"

"I'm going out of town for the weekend," he huffs, "I really want to have this ready to record when I get back."

"R-right," you chew your thumb, a sudden bawling tears through the air as you spin around and find your nephew stuck under the tree. Oh no! "Oh, sh-shoot."

You cover the microphone as you lower the phone. Your sister rushes in, your mother at her heels as they squeal. You watch helpless as she fishes Casey from under the fir branches, "you were supposed to be watching them," she accuses.

"I-I was?"

"Oh, come on, you know, I barely get a minute to myself and you can't just keep an eye on two kids? Ugh, no job and you can't be bothered just to look," she snarls.

They're not your kids. You flutter your lashes as you fight back tears and that smart remark.

"I actually h-have a c-call from m-my new job," you hold out your phone and wiggle it at her, "I d-don't b-babysit f-for free."

She scoffs and your mom tuts as she shakes her head. They don't even care. No congratulations but they can constantly throw your unemployment in your face. You take a breath and roll your eyes.

"S-sorry, I g-got to go," you turn and drag your feet out of the room.

"Well, she didn't say she had a job," your mother mutters as your sister grumbles back, "about time."

You ignore them as you head upstairs. It's better you let your sister bask in her spotlight. You weren't looking forward to dinner anyhow. Not for anything more than the hunger groaning in your stomach. You put the phone back to your ear.

"A-are you there? S-sorry, I g-got distracted."

"Really, if you're busy--"

"N-no, I n-need to get a-away," you say.

You're silent at the confession. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic. You go down the hall to your room and find a sweater.

"Well, uh, how about we meet at the cafe? Middle ground. You like that place?"

"Up t-to you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You need a ride?" He asks, to your surprise.

You pause as you grip the bright pink wool in your hand, "N-no, I'll f-find my way." You swallow and lay the sweater on your bed, "uh, b-bye."

You hang up before he can respond. You're embarrassed. He probably heard all of that and more. And now you've gone and betrayed your stupid self to him. Of all people. He doesn't need to know you're a complete failure. You hate to accept it but you have to; you need him more than he needs you. So maybe you'll just change the damn thesis after all.

🩶

You get to the coffee shop with snow caked on your hat and in the collar of your coat. You shake it off just outside and enter, your cheeks and nose kissed with the cold. As much as you love the winter, it's a bit much. You let out a brrr as you pull of your mitts and tuck them inside your hat. You hear your name and glance over. It's him, he's beat you there.

You tramp over to him as the snow melts off your boots and you wave, setting your bag in the chair as you unbutton your coat.

"Didn't m-mean t-to take too l-long," you say.

"Hot chocolate shouldn't be that cold," he assures you. You wince and look at the table. Sure enough, there's a second cup.

"O-oh, you d-didn't have t-to--"

"It's fine, not a big deal," he shakes his head.

You nod and hang your coat over the back of the chair and tuck away your mittens and hat in the sleeve. You sit and bring your bag into your lap. You flip up the flap and pull out your laptop, chilly from the walk there. You sense him watching you. You leave your computer shut as you lay it out and reach for the hot chocolate. You give it a taste and hum, thanking him.

"Sounds like a rough day," he comments.

"Y-yeah, b-but you d-don't have to w-worry about it," you assure him, glancing around evasively. When is he going to start being mean?

"You got kids?" He asks.

You have to hold in your laughter. "Sister's k-kids," you explain, "n-not for m-me."

"Ah," he accepts and reaches for his coffee, "right. Makes sense."

You keep your eyes down. You don't want to get too personal. Feels like he's just being polite, likely because he feels bad for you, not about his previous behavior.

"Don't got any either," he leans forward, his thick fingers hugging his cup, "so, your new draft was... great."

"R-really?" You lift your gaze meekly.

"Yeah, yeah, I just have a few notes," he sits back to bend down to the bag at his feet, "thanks for coming so last minute.”

You open your laptop, trying not to show any emotion. It's kind of him but you just don't believe it's anything other than pity.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabbles #series #silver lining #silverfox #au #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #avengers

[pinkroseblooms]

Thank you thank you so much for taking my request! I wish there were more Bucchigiri fics out there. I love it so far! Matakara needs more love! And Shindo being a rival is perfect!

I'm glad you're enjoying it! Here's part 2! (ngl this might end up being a 4 or even 5 part story. I'm getting invested)

A Whole New World! An Unknown Admirer and an Unknown Enemy!

Matakara/f!Reader/Shindo, Pt.2

Summary: Your first day at Ichizu high has finally arrived! As you take the next step towards your long awaited fresh start, Matakara reflects on the past and looks forward toward a future with you and him, finally no longer separated. Meanwhile, Shindo is making plans of his own... wc: 2.6 a/n: There's a lot of references from Disney's version of Aladdin because of course there is. Enjoy!

“Arajin, you couldn’t have done worse if you had thrown the rock at her head.”

“It was supposed to be romantic! What do you know?” Arajin has half a mind to drop the book bag he had offered to carry for you. “It’s not like you have any experience.”

“I have common sense.” You retort lightly. “If you want to get anywhere with this Mahoro, you can’t ignore her feelings. Reign it in and don’t be so pushy.”

“Yeah, I know.” Arajin hangs his head, trudging alongside you; his frown only grows deeper as the school gates come into view. “Are you sure you don’t want to meet up for lunch?”

“What, you’re not eating with your girlfriend?”

“Ha ha.” Arajin hands over your bag, shouldering his own with a yawn. “Listen, keep a low profile, okay?” He scans the entrance gates with narrowed eyes. “It’s a mad house but you should be fine if you keep your head down and…keep close to Matakara.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Is that your way of giving us your blessing?”

“Ugh, stop! Look, if people know you’re cool with him, they’re not going to bother you.” 

“Maybe you ought to take your own advice; stop being such a big baby and start talking to him again.”

“Dammit, will you butt out?”

“I’m only saying, it’s obvious Macchan cares a lot about you. Can’t you just-?”

“Isn’t it bad enough we had to come back here?” Arajin cuts you off tersely. “The past is the past. Drop it.”

“Fine.” Your hand tightens around the strap of your book bag and you pointedly turn away to the Ichizu high’s doors. “I’m sorry I messed everything up for you. I didn’t ask to be here either, but I am and I’m going to make the best of it. If you ask me, the only one hung up on the past here is you.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like-”

“I’ll see you at home.”

You don’t give Arajin a chance to say anything else, opting to hurry off to your homeroom, wherever it was; the map Arajin had sketched out for you was still in your bag’s front pocket, but you didn’t want to do anything to slow down. You had to get away from him and the regretful look on your brother’s face. Even if he’s sorry, you can’t stand Arajin’s stubbornness; your nerves are rubbed raw and all you want to do is get through this day quickly. After the first day, surely you’ll feel more at ease being back in a classroom with other people. You don’t need your brother lecturing you to add to your anxieties. 

“Good morning!”

You flinch; you were hoping you wouldn’t run into Matakara before getting settled. As soon as you see him speed walking down the hall towards you, two unfamiliar boys trailing after him, all you can think about is how nice it would be to latch onto him and stick by his side for the remainder of the day.

“Good morning.” You wave and attempt a smile. “Hey, am I anywhere close to 2-C?”

“Sure, I’ll walk you.” Matakara skids to a halt in front of you, bright eyed and breathing a touch labored. “I can give you a tour later. These are my friends, Zabu Kakeru and Sakigake Komao, we’re all in the same class as Ara-chan.”

“I apologize in advance for any trouble my brother might cause.” You tell them with a sheepish smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yo.” Zabu regards you curiously. “You’re that shrimp’s sister?”

“Huh, I was expecting you to look prettier.” Sakigake looks you up and down. “Matakara wouldn’t shut up about you all week, so I kinda assumed you’d be a supermodel or something.”

“Hey, knock it off!” Matakara looks at you with a shaky smile. “He’s kidding, really, I was just telling them how we went way back and, er, you know, I was excited we’d finally be going to the same school.”

“You already seem less annoying than Shorty.” Zabu smirks at you from over Matakara’s shoulder. “Where is the brat anyway?”

“I told my brother dearest I could find my own way to my homeroom. He’s probably already in his class now.” You unzip your bag’s front pocket and take out a folded up piece of notebook paper. “I’m guessing he didn’t make the best impression.”

“Aw, don’t listen to Zabu, he skipped breakfast.” Matakara sidles up to you, looking over your arm to scan the crudely drawn map. “Did Ara-chan make this?”

“You can tell?” You’re a bit impressed. “I guess it looks pretty similar to those old treasure maps he’d make up. See?” You move in closer to show Matakara the place Arajin had marked your classroom with a big, bold ‘x’. “X marks the spot.”

“Thi-this looks about right, but it only shows you how to get to your homeroom.” Matakara moves back a few steps. “Why don’t you let us show you around?”

“Us?” Sakigake grins, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Sweet, now we have a reason to cut class!”

“Since when do we need a reason?” Zabu snorts. “I wouldn’t mind ditching the first period.”

“Um, I really shouldn’t.” You speak up carefully. “I don’t know if Macchan told you, but I’m a bit easily winded. I wouldn’t want to slow you guys down and I really should stick to my schedule.”

“Lame.” Sakigake pouts. “Matakara said you were cool.”

“He did?” You eye your old friend with a half smile. “Sorry to disappoint you, but believe me, he’s exaggerating.”

“We could give you a tour during lunch.” Matakara offers, face flushing slightly. “I was hoping we could all hang out, maybe do something after school? You said if we ever attended the same school we’d do stuff together, like get lunch or study and all that…”

“I did?”

Matakara nods quickly. “You pinky swore.”

“Well, I can’t break a pinky promise.” You’re beaming; somehow, he always knows just what to say to get you back in good spirits and you feel like you’ve gotten your second wind. “Alright, I’ll drop by your homeroom for lunch period, but if you change your mind and just want to be with your buddies-”

“Not a chance; I want you to get the whole high school experience! We’re all going to grab food at the cafeteria and picnic on the rooftop, you’ll see, it’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

You don’t need convincing. “I’m looking forward to it. I’ll see you at lunch then.”

“Awesome.” Matakara grins. “No take backs, okay?”

You make your way to your homeroom, waving over your shoulder at the three boys; when you turn the corner, Zabu and Sakigake glance at one another as Matakara stands there, hand still waving despite you not being in his line of sight any longer. The expression on his face is similar to one might make if they were beat silly over the head a dozen times with a sack of bricks. 

“Why do I feel like we’re gonna be third and fourth wheels?” Sakigake leans over to whisper in Zabu’s ear. “Cause I won’t be able to keep my lunch down if those two start going at it at his desk.”

“Ew.”

“Sorry guys; you don’t mind me volunteering you for the tour, do you?” Matakara finally regains some semblance of awareness and smiles at the two boys bashfully. “She’s putting on a brave face, but I know she’s feeling nervous being here.”

“It’s fine.” Zabu shrugs. “Are you sure she’d want to hang around with us though?”

“Huh? Of course.” Matakara says simply. “You guys are awesome”

“Cut the crap.” Zabu crosses his arms, but he can’t contain a small smile. 

“Zabu, Sakigake, I really would appreciate you guys helping me make her feel welcome here.” Matakara grins softly. “I guess I’m hoping if anything happens, you two will have her back like how we look out for each other. I’d like that.”

“Alright, alright, we gotcha.” Sakigake thumps Matakara on the back between his shoulder blades. “Let’s see how things go; you know, she might end up making friends in her class though?”

“Oh, right.” Matakara hadn’t really thought of that. “I guess. But until then, I want to do as much as I can to help her until she’s settled. She’s a really good person, you’ll see when you get to know her a bit.”

Matakara remembers you were all but bedridden and barely able to walk past your own front yard for most of the time he knew you; if he wanted to see you, he would have to go to your bedside or sit with you in the backyard where Yayako had planted you a small plot of veggies to help keep you occupied. You spent a good amount of time there, trying to soak in the sun and the fresh air, a book in your lap and Matakara glued to your side, following along or listening to you read aloud. You never failed to ask him how he was doing, how his brother was, ushering him to take home any of the vegetables you spent so much time tending to with the little strength you could muster to do so. You, who seemed so small and frail in spite of being a head taller than Matakara and with a much thicker skin, had no shortage of time or energy for him to come to you for advice or to wipe away his tears. Back in those days, he admired Arajin, borderline idolized him, but you were something else entirely in Matakara’s eyes. 

When you moved away, Matakara cried until his eyes were raw and his stomach ached and then he cried some more. Now you’re here, finally able to be out and about like you always wished you could do and attending Ichizu with him. It’s like a dream come true; Matakara could hardly contain his own joy when your somber expression brightened at his offer to meet up. He’s essentially bound now to make sure you enjoy yourself at Ichizu high. Even at this moment as he listens to Zabu and Sakigake go over what they should do after school ends, Matakara wants to rush out to your classroom and take a seat at your side and stay there for the rest of the day. Really, how can he do anything else when you give him such a blindingly gorgeous smile? A smile like that should be protected at any cost; Matakara is almost ashamed at how eager he is for you to turn to him for support the moment you feel any discomfort or unease with your new surroundings. 

“I should be wishing her good luck and for her to make a lot of new friends.” Matakara slumps at his desk, hardly conscious of the rest of the world around him. Not even Arajin’s cold shoulder in response to his morning greeting phased him, at least not as much as it would have before your arrival. “I thought I was over being so childish. I’ll have to be careful not to get too clingy; we’re not little kids anymore and it’s not as if I can keep her all to myself.”

Matakara buries his face into his arms; he can feel his cheeks burning. In spite of admonshing himself for getting carried away, he simply can't force you out of his head. It doesn’t help that you somehow managed to become even cuter over the span of five years. No, scratch that: cute doesn’t cut it. The sensation of you leaning in slightly to show him the hand drawn map had nearly caused Matakara to freeze up just from the feeling of your shoulder pressing against his.

“So pretty. I remember her being cute but now? I mean, seriously…she has those eyes and that hair and…that smile...” 

Matakara exhales; imagining your warm, gentle smile alone is making him lightheaded. All those times Matakara spent leaning on you, head on your shoulder, so brazenly nuzzled against your side and he had nearly done so again out of habit or perhaps instinct only minutes before.

“She smells nice too. I still wish we had the same homeroom. If I asked, maybe she would read to me again and let me hold her.” Matakara presses his face harder into his arms, pretending he has you in them, your own arms wrapped around his neck, his mind somehow hearing your voice low and soft in his ear. “Wanted to hold her so bad…she’s so pretty and smells so good."

“Matakara Asamine?”

“Asamine-san, wake up, roll call.” 

There’s a tap on Matakara’s shoulder from the student seated behind him and he raises his head; everyone is staring at him. Had he been asleep? How many times had the teacher said his name? Even Arajin is turned in his seat, looking his way but turns his head immediately when they make eye contact. After a moment, Matakara finds his voice to call out a hasty response.

“Here!”

The teacher goes ahead with the next name and even though no one dares laugh at him, Matakara is self conscious anyway. He knew it would be hard to keep himself in check around you, especially considering how long he had spent hoping to see you again one day, but Matakara had no idea exactly how hard it would hit him. If anything, his feelings for you have only gotten more intense. 

“I’ve decided…I’ll do everything I can to make her wish come true. We’ll make a whole new world, one where she can do anything she wants with nothing holding her back. I can’t believe this is actually happening; she’s here and we can be together again.”

Matakara smiles to himself as he idly flips through his workbook, not really seeing the words and having absolutely no idea what page he’s meant to be reading; he’s already counting down to when the clock strikes half past noon, despite the morning having barely started.

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“Arajin Tomoshibi’s sister? I see.” 

Shindo leans back against the couch; the information he had a few of his underlings gather on you isn’t much, but it’s enough to satisfy his curiosity. The file, if it can be called that, is one sheet of basic information with a couple of photographs attached. One is of you from that morning, walking with Arajin on your way to Ishizu. The second photo is one of you taken of you watering some potted plants and a planter of herbs outside your family’s restaurant; you look a bit tired, frowning slightly as though disappointed with the progress of the herbs growing on the windowsill. You hold the small watering can, tipped downward, hand on one hip and lips pursed in a way that makes Shindo recall the face you had made when you left him standing in the aisle of the bookstore. A scarf is tied around your head and the apron draped over your body is stained. Not the most flattering angle or ensemble for a surprise photograph. 

And yet, Shindo continues to stare down at the picture, held between his slender fingers; he turns it over and around, eyes scanning every detail. It’s as if he’s searching for something, but it’s not like there’s anything to gain from gazing upon your discontented pout.

“How dull a life she must lead: in and out of doctor’s offices and hospital rooms and when she’s well enough to be released, all she can do is pitter patter the hours away with books and plants. It explains her misconduct; names or not, she wouldn’t have the first clue of who I was, too ignorant to realize how easy it would have been to discipline her for being so mouthy.”

Shindo considers the photograph with a chuckle; his pinky traces your lips with a feather light touch. Such an unattractive expression; he’ll make sure to obtain a photograph with you looking more presentable. 

“Poor little bunny, trapped in a burrow for so long. I know how to bring a little excitement into your life.”

#bucchigiri?! #matakara asamine #akutaro shindo #arajin tomoshibi #zabu kakeru #komao sakigake #matakara asamine x reader #akutaro shindo x reader #fem reader #reader insert #x reader

[tiedyeflannels]

Hiiii it’s me again 🫣, hope you’re doing amazing!!! I am sure you seen the recent live lol of jungkook, Rm, V and Jimin could you possibly write something about it again for Jungkook like maybe they all do the live together like an 8th member of bts and her and Jungkook are just really cuddly u know and jungkook just holding the whole time idk if that makes sense but I am sure you can write something whatever that is good and your comfortable with sorry thing is long. THANK YOU!!! 💗💗

Hi again! Sorry for taking forever to respond to your request, finals were a pain! Ugh... Anyway, I hope you're doing well too and thank you for your request! I made Y/n a producer instead of an 8th member because I wasn't sure how to spin it, so hopefully you like it. I also added, kind of like, a bonus scene because I was sad watching that Bangtan Bomb... Anywho, I hope you enjoy it! <3

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Jungkook x producer!reader

Word count: 2k

Masterlist

“Y/n-ah!” The guys collectively exclaimed.

I happily waved at them while softly shutting the door behind me.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late, I was in a meeting when Namjoon texted me about this live,” I said, placing my bag on a chair that was next to the wall of tables. 

I walked into frame and waved at the ARMYs watching. “Hi guys! How are you?”

“We’re good,” Jimin said in a high-pitched voice.

I looked back at him.

“Oh, are you the voice of ARMY now,” I teased.

He smiled and nodded his head triumphantly. I giggled and moved over to the couch, but not before grabbing a slice of pizza.

I took a bite of my slice of pizza and plopped down next to Jungkook. They kept talking while I finished up my slice, throwing the crust on the empty pan and dust off the crumbs from my hands. 

I looked around at the guys when my eyes landed on Jungkook, who was already looking at me. I leaned forward and narrowed my eyes at him for a moment before leaning back.

I smiled at him, “Why are you staring-”

I didn’t get the chance to finish my sentence when he tackled me into a hug making us fall back.

I hugged him back as I laughed, “Did you seriously wait until I was done with my slice so you could hug me?”

I didn’t get a verbal answer, but when he hugged me tighter, I knew what the answer was. 

As the rest of the members got closer to their enlistment date, things had taken a melancholy turn and it affected each one of them, especially Jungkook, even if they didn’t show it.

I knew.

ARMY knew.

But there weren't a whole lot of things we could do in order to make them feel better about leaving.

So as I realized that this impromptu cuddle session wouldn’t be over for a while, I made sure we were both a little more comfortable by moving us to sit against the back of the couch so we wouldn’t be laying down the entire time.

It took a bit for him to get settled in a way that was comfortable for both of us, but he ultimately chose to be a koala. His head was resting on my right shoulder while his arms were tightly wrapped around my torso and his right leg was draped across my own.

There wasn’t much I could do with the way he was holding me, so I just wrapped my right arm around his back in a semi-awkward half hug and rested my left hand on the leg that was draped across me, slowly drawing shapes while I watched the others talk.

It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes before the guys started to get up to say their “goodbyes” to ARMY. I tried to move to get up, but Jungkook tightened his hold on me as soon as I moved an arm. I sighed knowing it would be a miracle to get him off of me by myself, so I looked over at Jimin, silently asking for his help.

He smiled at my predicament and walked over, grabbing one of Jungkook’s arms and gently tugged, “Come on. We gotta say bye to ARMY.”

“Noooooo,” he drew out as the arm that was around me tightened its grip once more, practically forcing Jimin to pry him off of me. 

“Dude, you need to get off of me in order to say bye to ARMY,” I exclaimed as I wiggled my way out of his grasp.

He huffed as we both finally stood up, obviously not liking that our cuddle session was interrupted. I smiled at his pouty face and patted his head as the others were deciding how they wanted to say bye.

Taehyung grabbed the camera, pointing it at Jimin as he said bye to ARMY and ended by bowing slightly.

Tae, then, turned the camera over to Namjoon who also said his final words with a salute, promising to “go and come back safely”.

“Ok, Jk, you can go.” 

“No, I’ll end it,” he said while taking off his hood.

The others were quick to oppose the idea.

“Why doesn’t Y/n say her final words and then I go and you can run in front and then we’ll end it.”

There were nods of agreement and when they turned to me I shrugged, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“So, I can end it,” Tae asked and we all nodded.

He was still holding the camera and motioned for me to say my piece. I walked into frame and waved.

“ARMY~ I’ll make sure to go live whenever I can to keep you company before Jin comes back! The guys will be back before you know it! Stay strong,” I said, blowing a kiss to them with both hands before waving ‘bye’. 

I looked at Taehyung, “Do you want me to hold the camera for you?”

He shook his head.

“No, Jimin can hold it for me. You, stand over there,” he said as he pointed to the side opposite of where Namjoon and Jungkook were standing.

He continued, “and turn around since you haven’t seen Jk’s hair yet either.” 

I huffed, but did what I was told by walking to the left and turning around so I was facing the wall while Jimin took the camera from Tae, so he could say bye.

“You need to run, ok?”

“As soon as you end-”

“Can you guys just go already,” I exclaimed, hoping to move this train along.

Taehyung gave his little speech, though I’ll have to disagree with Namjoon, who said it was “too long” because mine was about the same length.

I heard a lot of shuffling behind me and was about to turn around to see why it was taking so long when a very slurred “We were BTS” sounded through the air before someone collided with my back, making me stumble forward as pair of arms wrapped around me, keeping me from falling.

The guys were laughing at the scene as they said their final “bye’s” before turning off the live.

“You can turn around now,” Jungkook said, loosening his hold on me enough for me to move, but not removing his arms completely. 

As I turned around to face him I was not prepared for what I saw. My jaw dropped as I looked at Jungkook’s hair which was now completely buzzed off.

“Woah,” I exclaimed, placing my hands on either side of his head, turning it side to side in order to get a better look. 

I started to become confused. Jungkook chuckled, grabbing both of my wrists to stop me from moving his head so he could look at me.

“What’s with that face?”

“How do you still look good?!”

Everyone started laughing again.

~

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

It was December 12th and Hobi, Yoongi, and I were currently seeing Jimin and Jungkook off to start their military service.

“Well, luckily, this is the last time we’re going to have to do this,” Yoongi said, stuffing his hand further into his jacket.

I nodded my head in silent agreement and walked over to where Jimin and Jungkook had finished talking with some of their friends. They turned to look at me as I got where they were and grabbed their hands in both of mine, switching my gaze between the two.

“How are you guys feeling,” I asked to try and break the tension that was starting to form as time got closer to when they were supposed to leave.

They both shrugged.

I sighed.

“You’re going to be fine. I talked to Jin this morning and made him promise to keep an eye on you and make sure you’re okay, though… he did say that he might make training a bit harder for you two,” I teased.

That got some chuckles out of them, which I was very happy about. It didn’t last long before the heavy air settled around us once again, so I mustered as much of an encouraging smile as I could and said, “You two are going to do great. I’ll have my phone on me at all times whenever you get phone privileges back and want to talk to me, okay?”

They nodded as I continued, “Stay safe and healthy and warm because it’s starting to get chilly, okay?”

They nodded once more. 

I looked at them as they looked at me expectedly.

“What? That’s all I’ve got,” I said.

Jungkook laughed as Jimin shook his head with a smile forming on his face.

Jungkook looked over at Jimin, “Would you mind giving us a sec?”

The latter nodded, “Of course, I’ve gotta go talk with Hobi hyung before send off, so I’ll see you later Y/n.”

I nodded and gave him a tight hug.

“Be careful. Stay safe and make sure to eat. Call me if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING, okay,” I whispered before breaking the hug.

“You got it,” he said before pulling me back in for one last hug.

“I’m gonna miss you, Chim. I’ll see you when you come back.”

We both nodded at each other in conformation as he started toward where Hobi and Yoongi were standing.

I moved to stand next to Jungkook as we watched them talk.

“So, what are you going to do in the meantime,” Jungkook spoke up.

I turned to look at him as he did the same.

“Probably work on some songs for your guys’ comeback with Yoongi. He said that he already has some that he wants me to look at later today, so yeah,” I shrugged. 

He hummed in response before pulling me into a hug. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel like crying at that moment. We had talked about him leaving all the time as the date came closer and every time Jungkook was the one who comforted me when I started crying, but I wanted to be strong for him and at least give him some sense of comfort on the day it really mattered so I controlled my emotions.

“Sorry I have to leave you,” he whispered.

He is not making this easy, huh?

I shook my head and held him tighter, “It is not your fault. Nobody will ever blame you for something you have to do. Especially not me.”

I pulled back and cupped his face in my hands.

“You just need to make sure that you don’t overdo anything. I don’t want to get a call from Jin or Jimin saying that you overdid something that landed you in the infirmary, got it,” I teased as he nodded.

“I love you a lot. We all do. So please make sure to be safe while you’re gone, okay,” I asked.

He huffed but untimely nodded again. “You’re starting to sound like my mom,” he muttered.

I laughed at the statement.

“Good, because she’s right!” 

There was some loud shuffling behind me, so I turned around to see Yoongi, Hobi, and Jimin standing in front of us.

“Okay, lovebirds, it’s almost time to go,” Yoongi said.

I playfully rolled my eyes as a smile made its way onto my lips. I turned back to Jungkook and placed a quick peck on his cheek.

“One for the road,” I said as I moved away from him.

“You guys should get going before you’re late,” Hobi spoke up.

They nodded as they fixed their backpack straps and picked up the duffle bag at their feet. I gave them both a once over.

“Take care of each other.”

They hummed as they started to leave. As we were watching them walk away, Jungkook suddenly turned back to us. 

“Y/n/n!”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be here when we get out, right?”

I nodded, “Of course! I’ll be right here when you come back!”

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jk x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader

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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 3

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 09/13

Word Count: 5.7K

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You stiffened at his rude inquiry, your spine straightened, hackles raised instantly. His tone sounded offended, rude, as if you had no right to be here, as if you hadn’t been invited. Maybe he didn’t know you but was that really how he greeted somebody new? Not so much as a hello or a nice to meet you? Who in the hell did this guy think he was? 

Clearly, you’d been suffering temporary insanity brought on by big brown eyes, long brown hair, full lips, and a leather jacket. Teenage you had come out to play for just a moment, flashing back to all those teen romances you’d read, the movies and t.v. shows you’d watched, getting lost in fantasies of misunderstood bad boys who just needed the right girl to love them. This guy definitely looked the part but adult you, rational you, quickly slammed back into place at his rude question.

“This is Y/N,” Steve answered before you had a chance to rip the guy a new one, a warm hand coming to cover your own that was still resting on his arm as if he could sense your sudden tension. He probably could with the way your body had snapped rigid like a wire pulled taut. “She’s new to Hawkins. She doesn’t know many people yet so she’s hanging out with us tonight. And if you hadn’t already guessed, this would be Eddie.”

Those mocha colored pools, depths you’d almost lost yourself in, narrowed, his nose wrinkled up as if he suddenly smelled something bad, “Didn’t know you had a new flavor of the week, Harrington. What is she doing here? I thought we all agreed that we didn’t bring extras to our annual bonfire?”

Extras? Flavor of the week? Was he being serious right now? Fuck him and his ridiculous jawline and his lashes that should be a sin and his tantalizing neck with those thick tendons running down the side that you were just now noticing as he lifted his chin toward the sky, as if asking the heavens to answer his question. 

Ugh, he wasn’t even that cute anyway. His attitude and tone were definitely making it easier for you to get control of yourself once again. You stepped forward, noticing how silent the entire group had suddenly gotten in the last two minutes. Mindless chatter, a variety of conversations murmured around the fire, had filled the air prior to this Eddie guy’s arrival. Now everyone stood silent, suddenly very interested in the exchange in front of them as if they were all waiting for your reaction. 

“I am no one’s flavor of the week. Trust me, I have far too much self respect for that shit. I’m also not some stray cat that you didn’t want but your girlfriend picked up off the street anyway and brought home so now you have to tolerate it,” you seethed, fist clenching at your side, nails digging into your palm, your body struggling against the anger and annoyance coursing through you. “So sorry if my being here is a problem for you.”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitched, as if he were on the verge of smiling, but just as quickly his mouth was set in a hard, firm line once again, his jaw clenching, “Never said it was a problem for me. You’re not impacting my evening. Just thought we’d already agreed on the rules. This night is not for outsiders but clearly Harrington disagrees. Man can’t seem to resist a pretty face.”

“Steve wasn’t the one who invited her. I did,” Max interjected, stepping forward into Eddie, blocking his view of you in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. “She came into the diner earlier to grab some lunch and we got to talking. She’s new in town and I thought it would be nice for her to meet some people, make some friends. So stop being such a dick, okay?”

“Not gonna happen. You should know me better than that and I don’t need anymore friends, Red,” he muttered, stepping away from the fire, toward the water’s edge, into the darkness. 

All you could make out was the outline of his back against the moon that was slowly rising over the water and a faint orange glow as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke above his head. 

“Jesus, what the hell is his problem?” you muttered softly, annoyance still present, an insistent pulsing against your temples. 

Steve shrugged a shoulder, his lips pursing to the side as he tilted his head, considering his answer, “He’s just…he’s Eddie. I don’t know. He’s got a massive chip on his shoulder these days. He didn’t used to be so…”

“Assholey?” asked Max. 

“He’s not an asshole,” argued Dustin, jumping to his friend’s defense instantly, surprising you with his vehement tone. “He can be moody but he’s been through a lot of shit. He kind of has every right to be and you all know it.”

“We’ve all been through a lot of shit,” Lucas stated, leaving you even more confused.

It only served to remind you that you were exactly what Eddie had said, the outsider. You didn’t know any of these people. Clearly, there was something that bonded them together, something this Eddie guy didn’t want you to be a part of. Something that had changed him, if Dustin and Steve were to be believed. 

“That’s no excuse for him to be a dick,” Lucas smiled, lips tight, at you. “I’m sorry. He’ll come around. He just struggles a bit with anyone new. He’s more comfortable with his close circle. He always has been but it’s just…whatever.”

You weren’t sure if you should ask but your curiosity was getting the better of you, especially with all the cryptic comments, “When you say you’ve all been through a lot, what do you mean?”

“Oh, you know,” Dustin scoffed, shrugging but you noticed his voice was a little too high, as if he were suddenly nervous, the young guy sounding like he was going through puberty all over again. “Just normal life shit. Lucas just means we’ve all been through stuff but that doesn’t mean you have to be a jerk, you know?”

“Yeah,” Robin piped in, her smile just a tad too wide, only adding to your suspicion that something more was going on here. “I’m sure you’ve been through stuff too. Everyone has a sob story, right? I mean, I know I do. I’m gay so, like, that really sucked for a while. I had this crush on this girl in school but I could never tell her because if it came out then they would be coming with pitchforks and torches for me, you know? So, I was single for, like, ever because it’s way harder for someone like me. You can’t just tell people you like them. Rejection is actually the best case scenario for me. The worst being me strung up, ready to burn at the stake and I have just met you and I probably didn’t need to tell you all that. I’m sorry.” She cringed, clutching her first with her other hand. “I tend to ramble, like the words just keep coming and I don’t know how to stop them and…”

“Robin,” Nancy said gently, her hand coming to rest on Robin’s shoulder, instantly quieting the anxious girl who just laughed uncomfortably. 

“I didn’t scare you off or anything, did I?”

Your eyes were wide, but you shook your head, “No. You didn’t scare me off. I mean, that was a lot all at once but it’s okay. No worries. I’m not running to get a pitchfork or a torch.”

“Oh good. That’s a relief,” Robin giggled, the sound almost ear shattering, it was so shrill. “I would hate to run you off when we’re just getting to know you. Unlike tall, dark, and grumpy over there…” She hitched her thumb in Eddie’s direction, “...the rest of us like to meet new people. At least, cool new people and you definitely seem like a cool, new person, you know? Not the ignorant, judgy, dingus kind of people.” Max groaned, “I am really sorry. I probably should have warned you a bit more about what you were getting yourself into with this group.”

“No need to be sorry. I am loving everyone here,” you assured her. 

Well, maybe with one exception, the exception that was making his way back over to the group at the moment, keeping his eyes down on his hands, messing with one of his rings that appeared to be a large skull. He came up next to Dustin, his eyes flicking up to yours for just a second before pointedly turning away, leaving you embarrassed that you’d been caught looking at him again.

“New girl,” came a voice from your left as an arm slung around your shoulders and you looked up to find Argyle smiling down at you. “You ready to partake in some Purple Palm Tree Delight, my friend?”

“I don’t know because I still don’t know what that is,” you laughed. 

Jonathan leaned forward, pulling a joint from the front pocket of Argyle’s shirt, presenting it to you with a grin, “This, my friend, is Purple Palm Tree Delight. It will make all your worries float away like the seeds of a dandelion.”

“Ahh, see, back home we just called it pot,” you told them. “We didn’t have different kinds of names for it. Everyone got theirs from Billy Bud and it was all the same.”

“Billy Bud?” snorted Eddie, hands deep in his pockets, shaking his head. “What a stupid name.”

“So says the guy who used to get all his shit from a guy named Reefer Rick,” Steve ridiculed, holding his hand out and looking to the rest of the group for support. “Because that’s so much cooler.”

“Reefer Rick sounds a hell of a lot better than Billy Bud,” Eddie hurled back. “Where in the hell are you even from? Hicksville, U.S.A.?”

“Seriously? From a guy that lives in Hawkins, Indiana?” you snapped. “I’m from Galena you prick. It’s a small town in Illinois, pretty damn similar to this podunk town you live in. Sorry my weed dealer’s name isn’t up to your standards. I didn’t know there were different social classes for low life criminals.”

“So someone dealing a little pot makes them a low life criminal?” he demanded, those eyes flashing at you, burning brighter than the flames between them. 

“No, but dealing drugs laced with shit that causes kids to O.D. is. My friends bought weed from him until he got locked up for lacing his coke with fentanyl. He got busted after some kid two towns over died.”

Eddie’s tongue ran along the front of his teeth, his hands slipping from his pockets, arms folded over his chest, “Okay. Yeah, that would make him a low life piece of shit. Sorry princess. Didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers, there. I’m surprised you even knew the name of the local drug dealer in your town. Wouldn’t think a girl like you would partake in a little law breaking and possibly tarnish your reputation.”

“A girl like me?” you mused, your head slanted, a tight smile on your lips. “Please enlighten me. What kind of girl am I since you seem to think you know me so well?”

“Yeah, I think I do. See, I knew tons of girls like you in school, the kind of girls who flinched when I walked by, the big scary freak.” He wiggled his fingers, eyebrows lifting. “The girls who didn’t want to be seen with me and have someone think they’d lowered their standards. Let me guess. You were the good girl, the one who always turned her assignments in on time and couldn’t go to the party on Saturday because there would be drinking.” He gasped, covering his chest with his hands. “You dated the jock, the all-American good boy that the whole town loved, the golden boy who could do no wrong. You wore his letterman jacket around school and giggled with your friends after the night he popped your cherry, probably saved it for after prom which you thought was so romantic just like the walking stereotype you were. It was a magical night, the perfect night with the perfect guy.” His voice rose three octaves, hands clasped in front of him as he batted his eyelashes. “You were probably crowned the King and Queen of your little townie school and you just knew you would live happily ever after. Am I close? Did you marry that guy, princess? Huh? Did you get your happily ever after with Prince Charming?”

His words were choking you, lodged so tightly in your throat that you couldn’t catch a breath. You swallowed hard, pushing them down, even as they bruised painfully on the way down, scraping harshly against the sides like shards of broken glass. You would not allow this dickhead to make you break in front of him. There was no way you were giving this smug bastard that kind of satisfaction. 

“Actually, I did marry that guy and I thought I had my happily ever ever…that is until I walked in on him fucking my best friend in our bed,” you spat through clenched teeth. “All-American boy turned out to be an All-American asshole. And now my happily ever after has turned into me divorced and moving to this town after he left me with nothing. Happy now? Feeling pretty proud of yourself for your assessment?”

Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, his head whipping back so quickly that you were surprised not to hear a crack. His eyes darted around the group as if seeking help but none was to be found as everyone else just stood silent, staring between the two of you. Apparently his little monologue hadn’t gone the way he planned.

“Oh? What? Are you actually speechless now?” you snarled. “Nothing else to say to me? You can wipe that look off your face because I don’t need any fucking pity, especially not from an asshole like you. And just so you know, you were a bit off. Yeah, I was Prom Queen but my cherry got popped in the bed of a Ford pickup truck after a football game. I was never one for stereotypical traditions. And yeah, I was a model student and a good girl but I’ve never been afraid to break a few rules.” 

You held your hand out to Jonathan who quickly passed over the joint, digging a lighter from his pocket to hand over as well, clearly anxious to do anything to break the tension that was as thick as the smoke billowing off the bonfire. 

“Thank you,” you snapped, suddenly desperate for the head numbing buzz the joint would provide.

You brought it between your lips, lighting it and taking small puffs, inhaling slow and shallow. The last thing you needed was to hack up a lung and look like an amateur after you had talked such a big game in front of that jerk. 

You hadn’t been lying. You had never been what you’d call a bad girl, but you hadn’t exactly been squeaky clean either. You’d smoked your share of weed but it had been years since the last time. Proud of yourself, you took a couple puffs before you passed the joint to Argyle’s waiting hand, giving Eddie a superior smile. He surprised you when he gave a little half-smile and a nod, his tongue darting out from the corner of his mouth before he looked down at the sand, pushing it around with the toe of his boot. 

The joint made its way around the group, almost everyone partaking. Nancy, Robin, Dustin, El, and Will passed on it. When Max offered it to Steve, he accepted it with an eager smile. 

“Really?” you teased, your eyebrows raising in surprise. “Mr. Police Officer, aren’t you supposed to uphold the law, not break it?”

Steve snorted, shrugging, “I’m the police. What are they going to do about it? Arrest me?” He inhaled deeply before handing it back to you. You took another hit, passing it back to him so he could hit it again before he passed it over to Eddie’s outstretched hand. Steve slung his arm around your shoulders, whispering, “Hey. You want a s’more? Because I really want a s’more.”

“Yes!” you shrieked, giggling. Damn, maybe that hadn’t been the best idea after all. It had been so long you could already feel the effects hitting you, your brain a warm and fuzzy place, comforting and quiet for once. Never mind. That had been an excellent idea because this was exactly what you needed.

“It’s s’mores time!” Steve yelled, arms over his head as he raced back through the woods, re-emerging a moment later, his arms full with a graham cracker box, a bag of marshmallows, and a package of chocolate bars. “Eddie! You got the pokers?”

“Yeah, man,” he chuckled. “Let me go get them out of the van.”

You made your way over to the sand, dropping down next to Robin and Nancy. You dropped onto your back, looking up at the vast sky, the stars innumerable above the lake, away from all the light pollution. It was positively beautiful, vast, a world of endless possibilities that stretched on forever, so many pathways just waiting to be chosen. You got a chance so many others didn’t, a chance to start over, to do it right, and you had no intention of throwing that away.

“Life is so funny…” you mused, turning your head to look at Nancy and Robin. “You think it’s over, you know? You think it’s the end. Boom. Book closed. That’s it. Your story is done. But then you move somewhere new and there’s all these doors…these doors you can open and start a new story. Maybe I’m starting a new story and you’re all going to be characters in it too. Maybe this book was just sitting on the shelf, waiting for me to crack the spine and dive in.”

Nancy laughed softly, patting your arm like a mother with a silly child, “When was the last time you smoked, honey?”

Your lips came together, a pfft noise releasing between your lips, “Long time…like so long…but it’s nice. My brain is quiet finally. No bad thoughts. No noise. It’s so fuzzy. I like it.”

“Oh boy,” Robin chuckled. “I’m sure you do.”

“Is she alive?” came Eddie’s voice and you straightened your head, blinking and struggling to look up at the face looking down at you from above. “You doing okay there, Prom Queen?”

“Shut up,” you groaned, slapping your hand at nothing but air. Of course he would be amused at your inability to handle your weed. He was such a jerk, a beautiful, annoying jerk. “Don’t call me that. Aren’t you supposed to be roasting marshmallows or something?”

 “Yeah, I suppose that I am,” he replied, the amusement in his voice just grating your nerves even further. “I’ll bring you one if you’re still conscious, little rule breaker.”

“Fuck off,” you muttered, rolling over to your hands, pressing yourself into a sitting position, watching his shoulders rise and fall with his laughter as he made his way over to Steve. “He’s so annoying.”

“He’s really not that bad,” Robin countered, wrapping her arms around her knees. “He seems prickly but he’s really a teddy bear under all that growling and snarling.”

You rolled your eyes, thinking Robin was giving him more credit than he deserved. You barely knew him and he’d managed to piss you off multiple times already. It was like he was on a mission to press every single button of yours that he could find, his own personal game of Whack-a-Mole, seeing how many he could hit before you finally cracked and came unglued. It was a game he was very close to winning.

“He really isn’t that bad but I am sorry for those things he said to you. He shouldn’t have done that,” Nancy told you softly. “Him and Robin share the unfortunate trait of not having a filter. They tend to just say whatever they’re thinking whether they should or not. Did you really catch your husband with your best friend?”

You pressed your fingers against your eyes, wishing you could press away the question, press away the image that would forever be burned into your mind. Once again you were cursing Eddie. He was getting under your skin again and he wasn’t even near you because now he was forcing you to share your moment of mortification. You did not want to talk about this. You’d had no intention of sharing it and never would have if he wouldn’t have pushed you to be so angry, to forget yourself. But the weed was quickly working its magic, all of the pain, shame, and anger melting away, replaced with a heavy sense of calm. 

“Yeah, I did,” you answered finally. What did it matter now? They’d all heard you say it anyway. There was no locking up that particular box again. “They’d been sleeping together for a year and I had no idea.” You smashed your lips together angrily, held your hands out. “Pretty stupid, right? Who doesn’t know that the two people they trust most in the world are betraying them for a year? An idiot, that’s who.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Nancy argued, shaking her head. “No. They’re idiots. What horrible excuses for humans.”

“Assholes!” Robin huffed. “All of the people on this planet and they chose each other? How could they even look at themselves in the mirror after doing something so awful?”

“I don’t know…” you sighed, having asked yourself the same question multiple times. How could they? It was enough that Cam had cheated but if you were honest, it didn’t really surprise you that much. He’d always been seeking the new, shiny thing. But Cassie, your best friend, the person you turned to for everything, the person you’d shared your concerns about your marriage with, never knowing she should have been one of your concerns. You still struggled to believe that Cassie, someone who had been like a sister to you, was capable of such treachery.

“So, that’s why you’re here?” inquired Nancy. “You left him?”

“Obviously I left him. There was no way I was sticking around after that. He tried. He tried to tell me it was just sex but he really loved me. But how could that be true when they’d been screwing around for a whole year? They lied, told me it was a one time thing, but I found out. No way was I staying with him. And how could I ever look at either of them again and not see…what I saw. The divorce was just finalized yesterday but I walked out a year ago.”

“A year ago? But you said you only moved here four months ago,” Robin commented.

“I did. I lived with my parents for a while.” You groaned. “I know, even more pathetic. I knew it was pathetic. I did not want to be thirty and still living at home with mommy and daddy. Hell, I didn’t even want to be in that town anymore so I found a teaching job here and then I bought a house and here I am.”

“Well, I for one am really glad you’re here,” Nancy told you with a warm smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in tight.

“Me too,” Robin added.

“I’m starting to be glad I’m here too,” you admitted softly, enjoying the pleasant feeling of finally belonging somewhere.

“Hey, I brought you a s’more,” Steve interrupted, dropping down next to you on the sand, holding out the gooey treat. 

“Thanks,” you said, accepting it with a smile and taking a bite. Oh, it was so good, like the best s’more you’d ever had but it could just be the weed talking. The chocolate melted in your mouth, sweetness coating your tongue. The melty marshmallow was sticky and delicious. You scarfed it down quickly.

“Oh, you’ve got some…” Steve gestured toward your mouth with his finger. You attempted to swipe where you thought he meant. “No, it’s…uh, here. I’ll get it.” He smiled softly as his thumb brushed over the corner of your mouth, your lower lip. “There you go.”

“Uhh…thanks…” you whispered awkwardly.  

Your skin prickled and you glanced over, noticing a dark pair of eyes watching you from across the fire where he sat between Mike and Dustin. As your gaze met his, Eddie quickly looked over toward Mike as if he’d been caught and didn’t want you to know he was watching. You hated the way your brain wished for him to turn your way again, hated the pull you felt toward him even knowing what an asshole he was.

“You’re welcome,” Steve murmured. His eyes darted around the treeline before returning to yours. “Hey, uh, do you need a ride home from here?”

“No, I’ve got my bike,” you answered quickly, not wanting Steve to get the wrong idea. 

“You probably shouldn’t ride home in the dark,” he insisted.

“Or high,” Robin teased. 

“Oh come on. In Hawkins? What could possibly happen to me here?” you snorted. 

The look they all shared sent a shiver of fear racing along your spine. You didn’t know why. There was no context behind it, nothing about this place that seemed sinister, but that look they shared spoke volumes. It made you think something could be lurking in the shadows, something they all knew about that you didn’t.

“Small town or not, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Bad things can happen anywhere,” Nancy told you. 

“Eddie could take her home,” Dustin offered, cutting in on the conversation from across the fire. “He’s got plenty of room in his van for her bike.”

“Oh no,” you argued, shaking your head. Maybe you shouldn’t ride home after smoking. Maybe there were things to be scared of waiting in the dark of Hawkins. But you would face any monster over having to get a ride home from Eddie. The guy clearly couldn’t stand you. You did not want to be stuck in a van with him. “Seriously, I will be fine.”

“Yeah, I’m guessing the Prom Queen would prefer it if the King took her home,” Eddie muttered without even looking up, the toes of his boots digging into the sand, fingers messing with one of his rings again. 

“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked. 

“It’s a dig at me,” Steve explained, his eyes rolling back. “They called me King Steve when I was in high school.”

“Yeah, see? Lucky you. You didn’t even know when you moved here that Hawkins has its very own King for you,” Eddie told you, lifting his head, eyes meeting yours almost as if he were challenging you but you didn’t know what exactly he was challenging you to. 

Was he trying to hook you up with Steve? You could not think of anything you wanted less. Steve was good-looking. You’d have to be blind not to see that. He was beautiful and kind and everything you should want. But you were not looking to date anyone, not even the gorgeous but extremely rude jerk that was currently glaring at you. 

You obviously couldn’t trust your own judgment. Of course you’d been attracted to the jerk. That seemed to be a theme in your life. But you didn’t move to Hawkins to start some romance. You’d moved here to start over, to find yourself. You’d been with Cam since you were fifteen and you wanted to know who you were without him. That girl was hiding, buried somewhere deep, and you needed to find her, to finally let her breathe. 

“Steve’s car isn’t going to have room for her bike,” Dustin pointed out, sounding like they were all idiots for not having thought of that, clearly thinking he was being helpful when he was being anything but. You had to fight the urge to pick up a rock and throw it at him. “Your van is the only thing big enough to fit a bike.”

“I can just bike home,” you insisted. “Really. I appreciate the offer but…”

Eddie sighed deeply, rising to his feet, “Come on, Prom Queen. Get your bike.”

“You don’t…”

“Just get the damn bike,” he huffed, swinging his arm in the direction of it. 

You rose to your feet, fists clenched at your sides. “Don’t tell me what to do, you dick. I am perfectly capable of riding home!” You swayed on your feet and Steve’s hands shot up, grabbing onto your calves to hold you steady. 

“You can hardly stand, Prom Queen, you ain’t riding a bike anywhere,” Eddie pointed out, one eyebrow lifted, looking so adorable. No, damn it, he was not adorable. He was annoying, infuriating.

He walked over, grabbing your bike himself when it was clear you weren’t going to and started wheeling it toward the woods. You growled in frustration, stomping off after him, trying to ignore the laughter of the group still back at the fire. You had to half run to keep up with his long strides. He was moving purposefully, clearly eager to get you home and be done with you. 

“You don’t have to drive me home,” you huffed.

“Look, Prom Queen, I am not any happier about this situation than you are,” he ground between clenched teeth. “But I also don’t need to hear shit from them when you ride into a tree or off into a ditch and break something.”

Flinging open the back doors of the van, he lifted your bike up and in without any struggle. Damn, he was obviously fit. Your eyes roamed from the top of that mop of waves to the tip of his steel-toed boots, wondering what his body looked like under all that leather and denim. His shirt rode up, revealing plaid boxers, pale skin not touched by the sun, and you pressed your thighs together against the deep tingle that was your body responding to him. 

Eddie hopped down and you averted your gaze quickly, but not quickly enough for him not to notice the way you’d been lusting after him like some horny teenager. 

He smirked, tongue slipping over his top lip, “See something you like there?”

“You mean an arrogant, judgmental asshole who doesn’t bother to get to know someone before making assumptions about them? No thanks. Maybe you should get your eyes checked, Eddie. They’ve got to be playing a trick on you if you think I like anything about the sight of you.”

“Uh-huh…whatever you say.” He chortled as he closed the back and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and waving his hand, “Get in.”

You stomped over, grabbing onto the frame to climb up and in the passenger seat. Eddie started the van. The music roared, causing you to jump and he chuckled as he flipped the volume dial down a bit. Eddie pulled away, driving slowly over the uneven ground until you reached the road and he floored it, shooting off down the asphalt. 

“Where am I taking you?” he asked simply after a few minutes. 

“444 Euclid,” you answered shortly.

Your eyes roamed over the side of him, falling on those pale ragged lines on his throat. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, folding your hands to keep from reaching out and tracing those lines with your fingers. 

“Can I ask…uh…what happened?” you queried, your voice nervous and quiet.

“What happened to what?”

“Your…your neck?”

His knuckles tensed on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, and you watched his throat move as he swallowed. Your question had caused him anxiety, that much was obvious. You sat silently, gripping your own hands tightly, hoping you hadn’t managed to just piss him off again. 

“Raccoons,” he muttered.

“Raccoons?” you asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah, rabid raccoons in the woods. Guess they had rabies or some shit. I had to get shots,” Eddie stated in a way that let you know the topic was closed. 

Rabid raccoons? Was he for real? You supposed it was possible but that sounded crazy. You tried to picture a bunch of raccoons just going insane and attacking some random guy in the woods. Regardless, you obviously weren't getting any more answers tonight. 

That was the entirety of your conversation. You sat, arms folded, eyes focused on looking out the window as you tried to make sense of the conflicting responses you were having to this guy sitting less than a foot from you. It didn’t matter. No matter how hot he was, he clearly couldn’t stand you and had zero interest in getting to know the new girl who’d invaded his friends group. Well, that was fine. You weren’t exactly keen on getting to know him right now either.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he finally pulled up to your house, glad to get out of this awkward situation. Silently, he got out and got your bike out of the back for you, setting it down on the driveway. You hopped out, taking the handlebars in your hands and making your way toward the garage before turning to him.

“Uh, thanks for the ride,” you mumbled, thinking that even if he didn’t deserve it, you should at least be polite after the guy hauled you and your bike home.

“No problem, Prom Queen,” he replied with a roll of his eyes and a snort, unable to even be civil for a moment. Eddie turned away from you and climbed into his van without so much as a goodbye.

You put your bike in the garage, teeth grinding over his rudeness, and then closed the door, digging in your purse for your keys. You glanced up as you made your way to the door to find Eddie still sitting in the van in front of your house. He didn’t pull away until you closed and locked the door behind you. 

Chapter 4

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Stolitz’ Fanfic: Boyfriend’s Therapy Session.

This is the first fanfic I have even added a fanart to, but I wanted to do something special for reaching 1000 plus followers on Twitter. Thank you so much for your love and support even when I don’t share too much art or fanfics (life’s fault), and I hope I can make you smile a little with this fanfic.

Stolas was expectantly looking at the main entrance of the palace, waiting for his dear Blitzy to arrive. Since they started dating they made a compromise of meeting at least twice a week, and until now Blitzo had kept his promise and arrived at his palace, or Stolas would visit at his place when his work finished a little later than usual. Everything was going smoothly for both of them.

‘Only 10 minutes left’, Stolas said to himself, happily looking at the clock.

10 minutes later, Blitzo opened up the door and entered with lazy legs. As Stolas stood up to receive him with a huge squeezy hug, he stopped when noticing something wasn’t alright.

Blitzo had a very tired face. You could even say he looked gloomy. Who are we kidding, the whole background behind him had a dark gray color.

‘Erm, Blitzy, are you alright?’

      ‘Of course, better than ever! Why would you even ask that?’Blitzo grumbled just clear enough and tugged himself to the living room’s sofa in order to sink his full face on it.

Stolas walked to the sofa as well and sat on the corner, silently staring at the depressed imp for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth:

‘Blitzo, are you sure you’re ok?

‘I mean, I woke up today so I guess my day was good enough’, Blitzo replied with a muffled voice because of the cushions.

‘Would you like to talk to me about it?’

‘Ugh…’

Blitzo lifted his face to see a cute Stolas smiling while gently patting his own lap. How could Blitzo refuse his invitation? He crawled a little forward in order to rest his head on it. He needed some soft head strokes from his fluffy boyfriend in order to gain some strength to talk.

‘Well, actually I had a little argument with Loona this morning at the office’, Blitzo started explaining while looking at the floor. ‘I told her she should be more careful when going out with shady guys with ill intentions because they could hurt her. She just yelled at me telling me she was strong enough to handle things by herself and to back off. I begged her not to be with boys who could be a bad influence and she answered back telling me I was a bad influence myself and she just walked away.’

Stolas didn’t say a thing, he just kept listening at his boyfriend, waiting until he finished letting everything out.

‘I mean, she is not wrong, I did a bunch of things I’m not proud of, and hurted people I cared about…it’s just *sniffles*...I’m trying to do better, I really am, but not sure if it’ll ever be enough for Loona to listen to me, to love me’.

Blitzo just stopped talking and hid his face on Stolas’ robe. Stolas could feel some small and warm teardrops falling on it, and even when he tried to look calm while listening to Blitzo, he could only imagine how he felt as father to be dismissed for things he had done in the past.

‘Oh, my dear Blitzy’, Stolas finally replied while caressing Blitzo’s head, ‘I know sometimes because of fights like that you may feel that your daughter doesn’t appreciates you, but during the times I’ve spent together with you all I was able to see it, little moments that showed me how much she cares and understands you really love her. 

‘Really?, Blitzo asked with a soft whine. ‘Like what moments?’

‘Remember when you got sick and stayed home while I tried to help with the office’s paperwork? I was actually making such a mess *giggles*, not on purpose of course. Loona got angry at me and explained to me how to do things properly so you wouldn’t have to do extra work after you came back. Then after the job was done and I was about to leave and go to your apartment…do you remember that topper full of soup I got for you to eat?’

‘Huh, yeah, you made it for me, right?’

Stolas started scratching the back of his neck. 

‘Well, actually Loona made it’.

‘Sorry, what?’

‘Yeah, Loona prepared it at the office’s cafeteria. She brought a bunch of veggies and cooked it as well as she could. She was too shy to ask Moxxie for help, I guess’. Stolas said with a wide smile staring at Blitzo who had finally lifted his head from his lap.

‘Loona…did she really do that for me?’ 

‘Of course! He was worried for his dad!’, Stolas replied. ‘She made me swear I’d say I made it, but I’m only responsible for bringing you the medication and the horsie plushie’.

‘Loona…my sweet baby…she actually loves me…’ Blitzo started sniffling again while standing up and hugging tight to Stolas’ chest trying to hide his tears.

‘Blitzy, sometimes children say things that are hurtful because of the heat of the moment’, Stolas continued while reciprocating Blitzo’s hug. ‘I’ve been there with Via as well, it’s something that happens. But do not be wrong, everytime you show them worry and caring to them they feel it, they know your love is genuine. I know you have had a rough life path Blitzy, but each one of us can see how hard you’re trying to make things change for the better. You trying so hard to move forward and improve yourself for all of us around you is one of the reasons I fell in love with you’.

Blitzo sobbed quietly for a couple of minutes before he was calm enough to look at Stolas, who patiently waited until he was ready. 

‘Ugh, my bad, I hate to be seen like this, it’s so embarrassing’.

‘Aww, you don’t have to be embarrassed for showing me your crying face at all, Blitzy’, Stolas said with a sweet smile. ‘Your softness is another reason why I love you so much.’

‘I knew you were a f**king sadist’, Blitzo replied with a low voice. His face was blushing a little.

‘Do you feel a little better darling?’

‘Yeah, I guess so. Erm, thank you Stols’, Blitzo said with a shy smile.

‘Always my pleasure my sweet little imp’.

‘Stop calling me those names God damnit!’ Blitzo started giving little punches with his closed fists to Stolas, with a face redder than before.

‘Ahahaha, I’m sorry! You’re so cute I just want to give you all the pet names in the world!’, Stolas said while covering himself laughing.

‘Mmph!’ Blitzo pouted and saw the opposite way. Stolas knew he wasn’t actually angry. Actually he looked much calmer than before their talk. But Stolas was planning to improve his dear boyfriend’s humor a little more. Giving Blitzo a happy look he said:

‘You know what darling? I feel you’re still feeling a little down. Why don’t we work a little on it? You look like you need to relax a little more’, Stolas said, getting closer to Blitzo in a very suspicious way.

‘Stolas, I think I’m good enough to move forward with it so…’. Blitzo suddenly paused and recognized the naughty look Stolas always gave him when ‘that’ was about to happen. ‘Oh no, Stolas, don’t you even think about it…no, I refuse and…Woah!’.

Blitzo didn’t move quickly enough to Stolas grabbing him and cradding him like he was a big cat. He then gave him a little nuzzle and giving happy leaps he reached the bedroom. Then he laid on the bed still holding Blitzo with one arm, long enough to hold on his legs so he couldn’t go away.

‘Stolas, I, I swear to f**ing Satan that if you don’t let me go I…’. Blitzo was stuttering and trying not to show his excitement for what was about to come.

‘Oh, my little Blitzy, no need to be shy. Just enjoy your therapy session of the day, you really need it, don’t you think so?’ Stolas mischievously said.

‘I f**ing don’t, ok? J-ust don’t do it, I…Mmmph!’ Stolas started giving him peppering kisses and smooches all over his face, focusing more on his cheeks because he knew it made Blitzo giggle almost instantaneously. Blitzo tried to make an upset face as long as he could, but it was a lost cause.

‘S-Stolas, no, I’m warning y-you, cuhut it out…no…stop…pfff! Hehehe, nohoho…’

‘Oh, you’re laughing! That’s wonderful, it seems like you’re enjoying my kisses my dear Blitzy!

‘Nohoho, I’m nohohot!’, Blitzo protested between giggles. Not very convincing.

‘Oh, maybe you need a little more affection!’ Stolas then started walking his fingers slowly on Blitzo’s stomach, trying to get a wobbly nervous smile from him, which wasn’t too hard to do. Blitzo was very susceptible to Stolas’ playful teasing.

‘Please, don’t dohoho it…, I will…pfff! Ehehehehe!’.

Stolas wiggled a single finger over Blitzo’s stomach, giving light tickles only. Usually Stolas would tickle Blitzo with all his might to the point of Blitzo falling asleep right away after his play, but on this occasion Stolas just wanted to pamper him and make him feel happy. 

‘Ehehehe, Stohohoolas! Nohohot there, hehehe!’, Blitzo said between giggles and squirms. ‘Not my stomach, hehehe!’

‘But your stomach is so soft , cute and ticklish, I can’t stop tickling it!’, Stolas replied, not using all his hand’s fingers to keep the soft tickles going, making Blitzo laugh and squirm harder.

‘Ahahahaha! Stahahahahap!’

‘I got your belly button!’, Stolas cooed while wiggling one finger inside Blitzo’s belly button, after going under his shirt. It didn’t tickle as much as the rest of his stomach but Blitzo still laughed.

‘You f***heheher, juhuhust wait until I’m freheheheee!’, Blitzo yelled before falling into more laughter. Stolas just laughed at seeing his boyfriend trying to sound menacing with no avail. 

‘Aww Blitzy! You trying to sound menacing under these circumstances is totally adorable! Please do it again!’, Stolas cooed again, while tickling Blitzo’s neck with his fingers this time, making him squirm from one side to another, trying to cover the side of his neck Stolas attacked alternatively .

‘Ahahaha, I hate you sohohoho much!’, Blitzo said without meaning it so much.

‘Oh, is that so? Maybe you don’t feel relaxed enough yet. What if we focus on your favorite spot now?’.

Blitzo knew what spot he meant, but tried to act like he didn’t. ‘Whahahat the f*ck you’re talking about, hahaha!’.

‘Oh, yes you do, my dear Blitzy!’. Stolas began playfully walking his fingers from Blitzo’s stomach to his ribs, poking in some places just to keep his excitement going, Blitzo couldn’t stop giving nervous giggles while Stolas’ fingers were close to reach that feared spot.

When Stolas’ hand reached the upper rib right under his underarm and tickled  there, Blitzo jolted and let out a loud squeal while laughing and squirming like crazy.

‘There it is! There’s that happy spot! Stolas cooed while holding his own laughter. Blitzo’s laughter was Stolas’ serotonin without a doubt. Blitzo weakly tried to protect his side and squirmed on Stolas’ arm, and then let out a squeak when Stolas suddenly changed to tickle his other side.

Blitzo didn’t give any smart ass comeback as he usually did. He’d rather die than admitting that he really loved being tickled there, but the fact that he kept quiet while laughing his a** off meant he was trying to enjoy every single second of his tickle therapy. 

When Stolas vibrated both of his hands while still holding Blitzo on both sides of his ribs, he let out such a loud and happy squeal that his embarrassment grew about 150%.

‘Aww, that was such a cute sound! Please do it again for me!’ Stolas cooed while still teasing his dear mate’s ribs.

‘Youhhhhuuu…ahahaha *hic*! F*ck, hahaha *hic* stahahahap!’

‘Alright, alright, I’ll change places now’, Stolas said, holding Blitzo now over his chest. Then he started quickly poking his back, making him jumpy and squirmy all over again, especially when Stolas poked a very ticklish spot. 

Blitzo could only squirm and laugh, his face hidden on Stolas’ fluffy chest, trying not to show him his face, now red as a tomato. That changed when Stolas dug his fingers on his lower back. Blitzo instinctively arched his back, showing his face and cackling.

‘Ahahaha! Stolahahahas! Nohohot therehehehe!’

‘Why not? You love when I scratch the base of your tail’.

‘But not like thihihhis! Stahahahap!’

‘Alright, I just give you a little more treatment and I’m done’, Stolas said with the sweetest voice he could ever do, making Blitzo afraid about what would be coming next.

Stolas suddenly lifted Blitzo from his low back and let Blitzo’s waist and head hanging from the bed, making his blouse go down to his chest. Because of the force of gravity it was very hard for Blitzo  to lift his arms and protect himself from what Stolas was planning.

Stolas walked his fingers over Blitzo’s stomach at a very slow pace, making him both afraid and excited, making it hard not to start giggling in front of Stolas. First making circles around Blitzo’s belly button, then proceeded to skitter his talons all over Blitzo’s stomach and ribs, making him laugh at an instant.

‘Tktktktktkt!’

‘Nahahahah! Stolahahahahs! You’re the worhohohorst ahahaha!’

‘Oh, really? I thought I was the sweetest boyfriend ever, giving my dear imp boyfriend so much attention!’, Stolas said feigning ignorance. Then he started softly scratching each rib and then giving him soft pinches on them, making Blitzo all giggly and squirmy.

‘You’re so cute, my dear Blitzy! How was I able to get the most handsome, yet the most ticklish imp in the whole hell?’.

Blitzo just stopped fighting all at once, now too lazy to lift his arms and fight against Stolas. His tickles were too light to even care, and at this point Blitzo was having a lot of fun feeling Stolas’ caring touch. Blitzo had given up a long time ago about falling in love, even more getting love from someone, but Stolas was giving him just that right now. Every touch, every caress he received from the owl prince, made him both shudder and melt.

After almost 10 minutes of being upside down laughing and hipcupping,  Stolas lifted Blitzo and gave him a tight hug, giving him a moment to compose himself. Blitzo finally gave a long sight and stared at his boyfriend.

‘God damnit Stolas! You and your silly games!’

‘Did I go a little too far, perhaps?’, Stolas replied, tilting his head and looking too cute for Blitzo to even fake he was angry at him. He just looked away, blushing.

‘As always’, he said. Next time it will be your turn to get a therapy session, and it will be a full 1 hour session!’

‘Oh, really? Do I need an appointment for that?’, Solas replied, a little too enthusiastic about that scenario’.

‘Ugh, I forgot you enjoy anything I do to you’.

‘Wait, you don’t enjoy everything I do to you?’stolas said, faking being offended.

‘Anyways, I’m tired and I just wanna go to bed now. Can we just take a bath and rest?’

‘Of course! Let me take you to the royal bath, your Highness!’, Stolas playfully said while carrying Blitzo to the bathroom as if they were dancing in a ball. Blitzo couldn’t do anything but stare at his charming Prince’s eyes while dancing, hypnotizing him.

‘Mom, look at the new trick I learnt today!’ A little Blitzo yelled while approaching his mom with a giant circus ball. His mom just stopped what she was doing and sat looking honestly eager to see what his son had prepared for her. His little twin sister also quickly joined the audience.

Holding a little baton on his right hand, Blitzo began spinning it and then jumped on the ball, doing circles across the room while still spinning the baton. Then he jumped backwards letting the baton go, kept standing on the now still ball and holding it with his tail. 

When the act was done, both his mom and sister clapped, smiling a lot.

‘Oh, my Blitzo! You’re so talented! Everyone will love your act!’

‘Do you really think so mom?’, Blitzo said with shinny hopeful eyes, receiving a hug from his mom. ‘Do you think people will love me’.

His mom kindly smiled.

‘Of course Blitzo. Someday people will love you as much as I do’. His mom held him tightly and gave him a lot of smooches, making him giggle.

Blitzo opened his eyes to find himself in the arms of Stolas, who was already asleep. Blitzo could feel his warm breath on the nape of his neck, and his soft chest feathers warming his back. Beginning to doze off again Blitzo took Stolas’ arm and held it against his chest, letting himself be hugged by him.

Before falling asleep, Blitzo mumbled to himself while smiling:

‘Mom, I’ve finally found someone who loves me’.

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[agendabymooner]

9 to 5 || f1 drivers (2)

(SPIN OFF OF COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR (WIP) and RUSH)

Summary: Lorelei Hester ‘Lester’ Alessandro is a bassist first and Daniel Ricciardo’s partner second. But it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in Baku as Toto Wolff’s children’s babysitter. 

Chapter summary: How do you react when someone gives out your number without letting you know? Simple: poorly.

Content warning: family-centric content, Max Verstappen and Lester being a duo of menaces, some Brits flirting or something, a filler chapter, brief use of explicit language.

Note: I am ✨excited✨ for the next chapter. It's my best wholesome content yet. It's not that exciting but writing it had me giggling and kicking my feet. Also thinking about releasing some smau with mv1 and a hearth sister ofc of mine. enjoy xx

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ii. max's lowered iq and linkedin profiles

“Ouch! What the fuck—“ Max looked up to meet Lester’s bright eyes darkening. He spewed out, “You need to start saying, “Hello, Max. How are you Max” instead of shaking the IQ off my head.” 

“Well it’s not like you’ll have a lower brain to worry about, hm?” Lester scowled before showing the screen of her phone to him. He looked closely, almost shoving the phone in his face as he read the content. 

“Yeah, what about it?” Max Verstappen, if anything, wouldn’t do anything that’ll hurt his reputation at Red Bull. He was the golden boy of the team— the one who’ll continuously bring the World Championship to the Red Bull headquarters. So if there’s anything that everyone knew, it’s that he wouldn’t be seen dead talking to Toto Wolff, the Mercedes AMG Petronas Team Principal. 

What everyone didn’t know however was that Max Verstappen, the Red Bull Racing favourite, was still trying to get an approval from Toto. Not for any racing business matter, of course. God, he would never ever disdain Christian Horner like that.

But instead, he wanted to be civil with the older man for the sake of his girlfriend. He had been dating Sylvie Hearth for as long as he could remember. Well… three to four years, if he was to estimate. Yet throughout those years, he never had a full conversation with Toto. At least that’s what he told Lester one time. 

What Lester knew was that he couldn’t last long when he’s talking to Toto even if it’s over the dining table. “I think he sees me as if I’m Christian or something,” he said once with terror in his eyes, “I’m not even there to talk about racing!” And according to Max, the strict demeanour of Toto Wolff scared him to the point where he thinks that the reaction that he gets from the older man only applies to some incompetent fool like Charles Leclerc. Or himself.

So with Max giving Lester’s number to Toto, he was certain he could take a step forward with relief. 

“You know: if you weren’t such a shithead when Sylvie was still karting, you probably would have more chances being liked by Toto,” Lester reached out to pinch Max on his side, only for him to let out a giggle instead of a wince. “You’re so lucky that he’s so kind to me because if he isn’t you’re going to be one meter deep into the ground right now. You gave him my number!”

“Do you have any other way to show your affection besides physical touches?” Max glared at Lester, only to recoil when he received a glare back from her. “I had to give it to him! It’s either your number or my legs!”

“Ugh. Tilly should have told me that she’s about to have a fool for an in-law,” Lester hissed, watching as he remained as equally petulant as her. “Some warning would be so goddamn nice.”

“Oi,” Max poked her side as she slapped his finger away, “you’re no Saint either, Lester.”

“I’ve attended my confessional appointment already, thank you very much,” Lester retorted. “You’d probably melt down by the time you reach the doors of the church.”

“So rude,” Max huffed out, “I don’t know what Daniel saw in you.”

“I dunno what he saw in you either,” Lester quipped, “because it sure as hell isn’t your face nor personality.”

The sight of the two would be quite an entertainment for Daniel, if he was even watching the two. Lester and Max didn’t truly hate each other–the other just keeps hogging Daniel’s time. Maybe after all of this, she should ask Toto to eat Max for breakfast. Maybe he’ll learn. 

Max gave up and sighed, “I already gave it to Toto. What am I going to do?”

“Uh, beg for forgiveness?” Lester raised a brow. Max stared at her dully. “Whatever. At least I’ll get to spend more time with the kids.” Instead of pinching him again, Lester only huffed in annoyance before walking away with a cup of tea in her hand. She didn’t even listen to his protest for her to come back, asking her about Toto’s kids–his nephews and niece. 

"Oi! Tia and Soren are coming?" "Whatever, you gave my number."

Across the buffet restaurant her eyes landed on Lando’s figure, her feet automatically turning and walking in his direction. She was greeted by him, George and Alex before she was invited to sit with them. Her boyfriend was somewhere but it wasn’t like he needed her right now. 

“Sooo,” she leans forward with a wag of her brows, “what’s the gossip? Have you seen any cute boys lately?” 

George reached to pinch Lando’s cheek and said with a high pitched tone, “There’s one right here. Here’s our little eye candy!” 

Lando grunted, slapping George’s hand away before rubbing his reddening cheek. “You’re the bloody eye candy! Why don’t you take more shirtless photos and post them on Instagram? Boost the Mercedes fans’ morale a little. Fucking ‘ell.” 

“Are you flirting with me Lando?” George joked with a cheeky smile. "Am I that irresistible that you want my shirt off?"

Alex and Lester shared a look, simultaneously shrugging at the sight in front of them. 

“Gross, you literally look like the bottom of my foot,” Lando squinted his eyes, pointing at George with a fork in hand. 

“Ew,” both Lester and Alex cringed at the thought. It’s not the kind of thing that you should say first thing in the morning.

“Naw, you’re flirting with me, Lan-lan.” 

“The fuck? Did you use something worse than a spliff this morning or wha’?”

“You guys need to take that to your room,” Lester coughed out, sipping on her tea while she hid the smile behind the lid. "It's getting intense and hot in here."

“You don’t see me whining in your comment section about keeping it in your room, do you?” Lando shot back at the woman. Lester stuck out a middle finger, watching as Lando flipped her off as well. 

“What a beautiful morning, huh, George?” Alex asked the British man, ignoring the quarreling people in front of them. 

“It’s a good time for tea,” George nodded. 

“Oh! Speaking of tea,” Lester exclaimed and slapped her hands down on the table, thud noise making the three’s eyes widen in shock. “Max is so scared of Toto that he gave my number to him.” 

“The lengths that he’d go through just to impress Toto is way beyond me,” George huffed out. 

“Of course, a Mercedes driver would say that,” Alex scoffed at George’s response before mocking him, “Look at me I’m George, I drive for Mercedes. I’m practically Toto’s son.” 

“Wai’ why— why would Max give your number to him?” Lando asked, looking for a context to Lester’s abrupt change of topic. 

She sighed, “Just some… job to do.” 

“Are we finally working together?” George asked, his bright eyes widening. 

“No. It’s something to do for Toto,” Lester shrugged before shaking herself out of her own thoughts, “you’ll see eventually.” 

As if she’s running out of words, Lester leaned back against her chair and sipped on her tea. She zoned out, wondering how she had managed to get away from her job for the weekend… only for her to get a part time job being Toto Wolff’s children’s babysitter. 

That would make a good LinkedIn job profile. 

Lorelei Hester Alessandro

Musician, Supporter of Daniel Ricciardo, Nanny of Toto Wolff’s children

Yeah that might as well be her title.

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[rhoorl]

Working Title - Chapter 3

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 3.5k

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 3 on AO3

Chapter summary: We get another perspective of the encounter in the reception area. Plus, some production logistics talk (I don’t know how movie/TV sets work, but this is my best guess). Our two agents have a moment. You and Indy prepare to head off to Hawaii.

Warnings: This chapter has some swearing, allusions to cheating and toxic relationships, and drug/alcohol references.

“Mr. Bravo! So nice to see you! Let me check to see if they’re ready for you in the back, just make yourself at home. 

I forgot how small this lobby was. They’ve redecorated the place, looks good. Dieter thinks to himself as he leans up against the reception desk checking his phone. Liz is nearby answering a bunch of emails that came in all at once.

“Mr. Bravo, I apologize, but they’re on a call that is just now wrapping up. It shouldn’t be too much longer, but if you’d feel more comfortable sitting down, please go ahead,” she said, motioning to the seating area.

“Oh ok, sure. Thanks. And you can call me Dieter,” he chuckles as he grabs his water bottle and heads toward the seating area.

Oh, there’s someone else here. She’s pretty. I wonder if she’s here to audition. Don’t stare Dee, act cool. He says to himself as the woman on the couch looks up at him. Holy shit her eyes are beautiful. He feels an almost magnetic pull toward her. He needs to be closer to her, so he decides to sit on the far side of the couch from her. He can sense that she’s nervous.

“Hello,” he says softly. Oh no, does know who I am? Is that why she’s nervous?

Dieter had grown accustomed to people being nervous around him. Early in his career, he hit the convention circuit hard, sitting on panels and answering questions from fans or signing autographs and taking photos for hours. He loved interacting with his fans. He never understood why people got so nervous to meet him, he was just Dieter. So he always tried to make people feel as comfortable as possible so they would have a memorable interaction with him. Giving them eye contact, a hug if they asked for it, and always asking for their name. The support of his fans always meant so much to him, especially through all of the trials and tribulations of his past.

“H-Hi,” she squeaked out.

“D-do you mind if I sit here?” Shit, get it together. She’s clearly nervous, don’t make it more awkward or weird.

“Uh. Um, yea, be my guest.”

“Thanks,” he smiles and sits on the far left side. 

Despite appearing as if she’s fully involved in her phone, Liz has been keeping close tabs on what has been transpiring. If the lobby were larger she would have sat further away, but alas, she takes a seat in the chair next to where Dieter is sitting on the couch. 

She has a beautiful smile too. What do I say? This isn’t like me, to be at a loss for words. This is weird. But I kind of like it. Stop staring at her. 

Dieter moves his head back to face forward, although he’s still keeping an eye on the stunning stranger to his right.

Ok, think of something witty. Something witty. 

“Mr. Bravo?” Dammit. “ They’re ready for you now.” 

“Alright, Dee, let’s do this,” Liz says, patting him on the knee. 

He lets out a breath and stands up. Should I ask her for her number or something? No, that would be creepy right? We’ve said like four words to each other. She’s probably going to think I’m some asshole actor who thinks he can bag any pretty girl. But she is beautiful.

Dieter doesn’t even realize he’s smiling at her until he sees her looking up at him again.

“Have a nice day,” he says. Ugh, that was lame. At least smile at her.

“Uh, th-thanks. Break luck. I mean, good leg. I mean, break a leg,” she says flustered before looking back down to her book. Ok, that was adorable.

“Thanks, I’ll break luck” he winks. She gives him another smile. She seems sweet. Ugh, I don’t want to leave, but I have to go before Liz gives me shit, or worse, embarrasses me. Dieter wills his legs to move, heading towards the receptionist who is motioning to the open doors. I wish I had more time.

He and Liz barely make it through the doors before he can feel her eyes on him.

“Say it and stop staring at me. 

“You thought she was pretty, right?”

Rolling your eyes. “What, jealous Lizzie?” he teases.

“Why were you being so awkward? That’s not the Dee I know. Is that why you aren’t going on dates anymore, out of practice?”

“Jesus, Liz, want to get a hammer to bust my balls even more?”

“I’m just saying, she was pretty, you’re you, you barely said five words to her.”

Ugh, she’s right. I screwed it up.

You, Indy, and Rhys settle into a booth at a nearby restaurant, opting for sushi to celebrate the occasion. On the way to the restaurant, Indy had been busy calling her mom and dad, and brother, so you hadn’t had a chance to debrief about her meeting … or your encounter in the lobby.

The server comes to take your drink orders and Rhys selects a few appetizers to share.  

“Ok, so tell me everything and start at the beginning.”

“So when we got there, I went into a room and met Sam.”

“Ooo, how was that?” you tease, wagging your eyebrows up and down as Rhys scoffs. If someone were to design Indy’s type from scratch, it would be Samuel Garrett. Even though he was a few years younger than you both, he was everything she looked for. Tall, blonde, with a deep voice, and a Southern accent. By all accounts, he was a nice guy too.

“Cover your ears, Rhys,” Indy laughs, hitting Rhys on the shoulder as he rolls his eyes. “He was gor-geous. Holy shit, Belle, I’d climb that guy like a goddamn tree.” You both giggled.

“So I take it the chemistry was mutual then, right?”

“I think so,” she sighed. She has that look in her eyes you know well. When Indy falls for someone, she falls fast and hard.

“You definitely did,” Rhys chimed in. He was looking at his phone, trying to act like he wasn’t listening but he lived for these types of chats. He had heard many a conversation over the years and at this point, nothing really fazed him anymore.  

“Ooo I forgot! I met Dieter in the hallway as I was coming back out. He was so nice! Did you see him?”

“Um…” looking down and playing with the chopstick wrapper, you were trying to decide how to get around this conversation.

“Belle…” giving you that tone a mom gives when she knows her kid is keeping something from her.

“I. Uh. Yea, I saw him.”

“Aaaand?”

At this point, even Rhys was looking up waiting for your response. 

“Yea, B, what happened?”

“Jeez, you two. Nothing happened, really.” They both look at each other and then look back at you. “Ugh, ok I made an absolute goddamn fool out of myself,” you said, bringing your hands to cover your face.

“Oh, no!” Indy sat up straighter and reached her hand out to yours.

“He sat on the other side of the couch from me, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to him. I was literally in shock.”

“So, how did you make a fool out of yourself?” Indy asked, furrowing your brows. 

“I couldn’t fucking think straight,” you were almost reliving the nervousness you felt. “ And when he got up to leave I couldn’t decide if I wanted to say ‘good luck’ or ‘break a leg’ so I ended up combining them both.”

Rhys starts to laugh.

“It’s not funny Rhys,” you scold him. Indy sarcastically punching him in the bicep on your behalf. 

“And what did he say?” Indy asked, redirecting you back to the story. 

“Honestly I can’t remember, I feel like I blacked out. I think he tried to make a joke or something, I don’t know. I wanted to crawl into a hole…but I do remember he winked at me.”

“Oh em gee!!” Indy shrieks, clapping her hands. “He’s basically in love with you. 

You give Indy a deadpan stare. “Stop. That’s not funny. This was so embarrassing and you know I’m going to think about it and replay it like every day forever.”

“Oh stop it. That story sounds endearing as fuck. I’m sure he thought you being flustered was cute.”

“I was a totally starstruck fan. The poor guy probably just wants people to treat him like a normal person and here I was fumbling over my words like I forgot how to speak.”

“Stop spiraling. I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think it was.”

“Wait, do you like think he’s hot or something?” Rhys asks. You can tell he’s genuinely asking and not trying to make fun of the situation.

Indy rolls her eyes and dramatically twists her head to look over to Rhys, “Where have you been? She’s been in love with him since we were like, what Belle, in high school?”

You nod, looking down at the wrapper you have folded and unfolded like a hundred times by now.

“Well, shit, sorry!” he laughs. “I just didn’t realize it I guess. You both know I’m friends with his agent, right?”

“What?!” you both practically shouted at him.

“Rhys, what the fuck? You are like the worst wingman ever.”

He was a great professional wingman, always knowing the right things to say to get Indy an audition or find roles that she would be perfect for. Heck, he had even helped you out over the years, finding you jobs from magazine shoots to TV shows to help style. When it came to personal matters, he wasn’t as astute. The poor guy was a bit dense in that arena, so it’s really not surprising that he hadn’t made the connection. 

“Can we change the subject please?” you plead.

Your server showed up at the perfect time, spreading out your appetizers between the three of you.

“Ok, let’s talk about logistics,” Rhys said as he scooped a few edamame up from the bowl.

“Yes, please. Where do we need to be and when?” you ask.

“So, we have about six or seven weeks give or take before you both need to be in Hawaii. That way you can travel, get settled, and adjust to the time zone, heck maybe even explore a little bit. I think one of the producers is going to want to get the whole cast and crew together for a kickoff party or something. He’s really into making the set feel like a family atmosphere. Could be a good opportunity for you to meet with the rest of the hair and makeup department in person before shooting officially starts,” he says motioning to you with the carcass of his eaten edamame. 

“I’ll have to put you in touch with the head of hair and makeup for the shoot,” he continued. “Her name is Meredith … shit what was her last name….” he said as he reached for his phone to check his notes.

“Meredith Barton?!” you corrected him.

“Yea, that’s her!”

“Holy shit, she’s like a legend!” You couldn’t believe that you were not only going to be on a set with your best friend but working for a multi-award-winning hairstylist. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I already shared your portfolio with her. She was really impressed with you B.”

“Of course she was!” Indy beamed. 

“I’ll get you and her connected. She mentioned that in these next few weeks, she wants to get you and some of the other stylists together to talk about a plan for the overlook of the shoot and the individual characters,” he stops to take a gulp of his drink. “Which reminds me, Ind you’ll be needed for some pre-production meetings, I’m still waiting on the schedule. And we’ll do some test shoots just to make sure the looks the stylists come up with are going to translate on camera.”

“Ah, this is all so exciting!” 

“Thanks so much for setting all of this up Rhys,” you added. 

“I’m excited for you both,” he smiled.

“Wait, where are we going to stay?” Indy asked.

“So, it sounds like the producer is setting up the whole cast and crew up at a nearby resort. He’s a part owner of it I guess so he’s buying out like half of it for the production. I think they’ll even shoot some exteriors at the property, it’s beautiful,” he said as he pulled up some photos on his phone to show you.

You and Indy lock eyes immediately, both coming to the same conclusion almost telepathically.

“Let me get this straight,” Indy starts. “We are going to be living at a beautiful resort in a paradise, for months, with the whole cast and crew…”

“The entire cast and crew?” you gulped.

“Uh, yea. I think so. Why are you two being weird?”

“Jesus, Rhys. Do we need to spell it out for you?”

“Umm…” he gives you both a confused look.

“There is going to be a love connection, I can just feel it!” 

“I’ll be back, I have to go to the restroom,” you butted in. You needed to go collect your thoughts. 

Once you were gone, Indy leaned over to Rhys, “So, how well do you know Dieter’s agent?”

Later as he’s driving back to his apartment, Rhys hears his phone ring. Seeing who it is, he smiles and answers.

“Oh hey, Liz! How’s it going?”

“I think congratulations are in order kid!”

“Hey, thanks! Yea, I’m really happy for Indy, she’s been working toward something like this for years. I really think this will be a breakout role for her, I can feel it. We even got her best friend to work on set for hair and makeup too. Great to hear that Dieter is signed on too.”

“Yea, he seems excited about this one. I honestly can’t tell if it’s the script or the prospect of being in Hawaii for a few months.”

“How’s he doing these days?”

“Oh he’s amazing, I’m so proud of him.”

“That’s awesome,” Rhys replied. He knew how much Dieter’s previous ways had taken a toll on Liz. She cared for him like a son and it tore her up to see him hurt himself and descend into a dark place. She always kept the faith that he would turn it around.

“Wait, did you say one of Indy’s friends is going to be doing hair and makeup?” Liz asked.

“Yea! She’s in town right now, Indy kind of thinks she’s her good luck charm,” he chuckled.

“Was she there today at the offices?”

“Yea, she rode over there with us and waited in the lobby. Why?”

“We kind of ran into her.”

“Wait. Oh shit, yea I heard that she met Dieter.”

“She did. Wait? How do you- never mind. Yea, the guy got all flustered,” she laughed. “She’s a pretty girl.”

“Ha, yea she is. From what I heard, she got flustered too.”

“Shit, I’ve got another call coming in. But I just wanted to tell you how proud of you I am and of Indy too. You’ve done great work for her and I know she’s going to be amazing in the role.”

“Gee, thanks, Liz. I learned from the best.”

“We’ll chat soon, gotta go!”

Six weeks later

You’ve spent the last six weeks getting everything in order to be gone for four months. You ended up running into your landlord when you got back from LA and he asked about Ryan, saying that he hadn’t seen him much. You recounted what happened and that he had moved out. Your landlord was never a big fan of Ryan, always preferring to deal with you on things related to the apartment. Once he heard about what happened, he let you break the lease without penalty.

“Get yourself a fresh start kiddo,” he said. 

 So you started selling pieces of furniture and other small things here and there online as you started to pack. You were truly starting to feel like you were closing one chapter and about to embark on another.

You had frequent Zoom and FaceTime calls with Meredith and the rest of the hair and makeup department, along with the wardrobe department. It was so exciting to be on this side of things; preparing for what the talent would look like on screen. You could already tell Meredith was going to be a great boss. She valued your opinion and listened, but also commanded the attention of everyone; she was a true force.

On a recent call, she told everyone that she decided that instead of assigning one person to a member of the cast, you all would be trained to float. 

“I want you all to be able to work on anyone who sits in the chair. That way we can be nimble if production switches things around on us, which inevitably they’re going to do. I believe in all of you as artists and this is going to be a great opportunity to challenge yourselves each and every day.” 

“Doesn’t Dieter have his own hair person?” Indy asked during your latest FaceTime call. You were set to board a plane the next day bound for Hawaii and decided to treat yourself to a night in a hotel room ordering room service with a Real Housewives marathon going on in the background.

“He does. Apparently, she had a baby recently so she’s on maternity leave. From what Meredith said, Dieter is still paying his hair stylist, as if she was still working. That way she and her partner don’t have to worry..,.” you recounted.

“Well isn’t that nice,” Indy grinned. 

“Yea.” You desperately wanted to switch the subject away from Dieter. You had been thinking about him nonstop since your interaction. In reality, it probably lasted all of two minutes, but you replayed those two minutes over and over again. You were going to see him again and did not want to have another awkward moment.  

Sensing that you wanted to move on to something else, Indy asked about Ryan, although frankly you would have rather awkwardly try and talk about Dieter than rehash the Ryan situation. 

“Ugh, well, we kind of had a bit of a blow-up the other day. Our landlord sent him back his half of the security deposit, so he showed up.”

“What the fuck? He showed up?”

“Yea, he was asking when I was planning on telling him I was moving out.”

“And…”

“And I told him that he made that decision for me. I reminded him that he was the one who left.”

“Hell yea you did!” she snapped her fingers.

“I have been talking with Carla again, so it’s been helpful. Honestly, without her, I’m not sure how the hell I would have dealt with him showing up. 

Carla has been your therapist for the better part of 10 years; you first met her when you lived in New York. Luckily because of technology, you had been able to stay connected despite the distance. In recent years you had not been the best about keeping in touch. Deep down, you knew it was because of the situation with Ryan. You weren’t prepared to talk about him to her. But when you were in the airport coming back from LA you shot her a text and you both chatted the next day. It was nice to have her back, she always managed to make you see things more clearly. 

“Well, I’m proud of you. I know seeing him in person wasn’t easy.”

“Yea, it sucked. But honestly, it was a bit cathartic.. It also helped that I threw the rest of his shit out the window,” you smirked.

“You did not?!”

“I did. I may have left that part out when I told Carla the story,” you laughed.

“Bahaha. Well, it’s our secret them,” Indy says motioning like she’s zipped up her lips.

“This trip could not come soon enough. I’m so excited to see you!”

“Me too! I’m like nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time.”

“How have the pre-production meetings been going?”

“Oh, they’ve been great. It is starting to feel so real, that I’m actually going to be a lead for a show. It’s crazy.”

“How has Sam been,” you had tried to pry details of their interactions, but she had been unusually tight-lipped. 

“G-good. Yea, he’s so freaking nice. And he smells so good too,” she giggles.

“Well, I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Yea, you’re going to like him I think.”

“Oh shit, Rhys is calling. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!”

 “Sounds good, I’ll text you when I get to the airport.”

After you hang up, you settle in your bed, sinking into the plush mattress. When you board the plane tomorrow, you are embarking on a new chapter. You didn’t know what the future would hold for you; you had no apartment to come back to in Orlando. You had not made any plans for after the shoot, you were just going to take things as they came.

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[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 26 : misunderstood

a/n : written part comes first. ignore timestamps in pictures as usual but not for the written part!

w.c. : around 2k oops

9:30 am.

You're in the midst of stealing another sneaky glance at Jungwon as he works when Heeseung arrives. He walks over to your table and flops down opposite to you, his annoyance evident in his sarcastic smile. You roll your eyes.

“Okay fineee, I lied about where I was. But I am doing my homework here as you can see!” You wave your worksheets at him. “It's just that Won has been bugging me to try the café's new Dalgona coffee and I was like, what’s so great about Dalgona right, I mean I can make it myself at home and he was like, no we add this special ingredient that makes it absolutely delightful and I was like.…” you trail off, realising you’re rambling and not really helping your case, judging by the look on your friend's face. You clear your throat. “Anyway, I had some time left since my first hour today was cancelled and I thought I might as well come here and get some coffee and finish my homework and I didn't tell you because I mean, you've already been bugging me non-stop since last night,”

“Well of course I have!You two almost kissed!!” he shrieks, drawing the attention of a table of friends nearby.

“Shhh, quiet down he's literally a few feet away! Also wait, you saw that?”

“Yuh huh! Why else do you think I've been losing my–”

“So you interrupted us on purpose?” Shit. Did you actually ask that out loud? You hadn’t meant to. “Actually no forget I said that–”

Heeseung’s eyebrows shoot up, an amused smile replacing his scowl. “Well, I–”

“Nuh uh I don't wanna hear it la la la la la la,” you plug your ears with your hands.

He shakes his head. “Y/n, come on. What are you doing? It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”

“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”

It's your classmate calling you up to remind you about the meeting for a group assignment. You promise her you’ll be there on time and hang up. You turn your focus back to Heeseung, who is leaning forward with his hands crossed on the table, looking at you with patient scepticism. You sigh - he’s right. What are you doing? Why are you trying to dismiss these feelings that are as clear as day? “I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The look that says you don't believe my bullshit.”

“Well you got something right at least.”

You put your head into your hands. “Fine. I like him, okay? Maybe a little too much. And yes I came here so I could see him again even though it’s barely been two hours since I saw him back at Jake’s place. And it's just. Ahhhh. I don't know, I've never liked anyone this way before and it feels so nice but also weird because it’s new and a little overwhelming sometimes and I just maybe need some time to come to terms with it before you guys all start freaking out,”

He nods and leans back in his seat, satisfied. “Okay.”

You look up at him in disbelief. “‘Okay’?? That's it???”

He laughs. “What, did you expect me to demand to know everything right now? Come on Y/n, give me some credit. I’m not that bad of a friend.”

“Debatable,” you tease, ducking as he reaches to hit you playfully. “Well no it’s not that. I just, I don’t know, expected a bigger reaction I guess?”

“You know you guys have not really been discreet or anything right? It’s kind of been a little too obvious the past few days. But I will say that I wasn’t expecting you guys to go in for a kiss last night right when I happened to walk in. Which is why I may have, uh, panicked a little and ended up switching on the light,” he flashes you a sheepish smile.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks get hot as you think back to the moment. God, so close. If only you hadn't been interrupted... “You lil shit,”

“Wha– you just said it yourself, it’s weird! I’ve never seen you do ‘romancey’ stuff and you've always been so blehh about dating and relationships and now suddenly you can’t stop gushing about this guy and I don't know, it's like seeing your sibling kiss. Gross,” he cringes and you slap his hand.

“Ow! Also, where is Jungwon?”

9:06 am.

Jungwon has practically been vibrating all morning from the excitement of what happened last night. Well, of course nothing really happened, strictly speaking. Still, he was happy at the prospect of it. At the idea that he maybe has a chance with you after all. Like, he’s had a crush on you for so long, it seems unreal. He had almost fully accepted the fact that that was all it was ever going to be – a crush. And then things happened, and here he was. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from smiling. From the corner of his eye, he catches the weird looks his older co-barista, Taehyun, has been giving him.

The front door opens with a ding of the bell, indicating the arrival of another customer. Jungwon finishes serving the caffè mocha he was making just in time to greet the new one.

“Good morning, what–” he stops short when he looks up and sees that it’s you. He stutters and completely forgets what he meant to say and gives up halfway. From the way he’s grinning, even a passerby who chances to see him from the sidewalk outside could guess he’s head over heels. Taehyun recognises you immediately – he's only seen Jungwon behave like an idiot one other time, which was the first time you had come here a couple of weeks ago. Jungwon had immediately dropped everything he was doing and had all but run to you despite how busy the cafe had been that day, leaving the poor guy to deal with the growing line of customers all by himself. Although it had been a bit of an inconvenience, Taehyun didn't give him too much of a hard time about it because for one thing, it had been kind of cute to see him all flustered, and for another, Jungwon was someone who was usually pretty diligent with his work.

But here you are again. Cue Jungwon forgetting how to function like a normal human being.

“Hi,” Jungwon finally says, barely able to restrain the grin that he knows is a little too wide to be casual. “What are you doing here?”

You can't help but laugh. “You have got to stop greeting me like that every time I come here! Do you not like me visiting you at work?” You turn as if to leave, mostly to see how he'd react.

“No no wait sorry!” He reaches over and grabs your arm, planting it on the counter. “I just meant that if you were planning on coming here then we could've left together,” he drawls.

“Well, it was more of a last minute decision. Class got cancelled and I thought I'd just drop by and check out the new drink you were raving about. See what all the fuss is about,” you shrug nonchalantly, though the twinkle in your eyes betrays you. You're hyper-aware of the fact that his hand is ever-so-lightly brushing your forearm.

“Oh you’ll see alright,” he assures you, and with just a hint of nervousness seeping into the confidence, he enquires, “so, is that the only reason you're here?” He steals a quick glance at your lips, the pretty curve of them, before meeting your eyes again.

“Why else?” you ask, as though you have no idea what he could possibly be alluding to, although your hammering heart and the cheeky grin spreading across your face tell otherwise. Jungwon’s own giddy smile says he isn’t slow to catch on, either.

“I see. Strictly beverage purposes then.”

“Strictly,” you nod solemnly, suppressing your smile.

Taehyun clears his throat. “So, your order?”

You blink, suddenly remembering that you have an audience, and also that you're not just here to see Jungwon (well that's the story anyway). “Oh right, yes! Sorry. One Dalgona coffee, please.”

Jungwon flashes you an apologetic smile as he gets to work. “Sit wherever you'd like, your order will be ready in 10!”

Jungwon is so nervous about getting your order absolutely perfect that he messes up twice. Taehyun shakes his head, both amused and exasperated. When Jungwon starts to try for the third time, he stops him. “Gimme, I'll do it.” Jungwon mumbles a relieved thank you before internally chiding himself to get a grip. He can't continue to be such a mess every time you're around.

When he's done, Taehyun places the drink on the counter, ready to be served. He can see Jungwon open his mouth to say something and then change his mind and turn away. This happens again when he sees the waiter approaching and Taehyun rolls his eyes. “Oh my God, Jungwon, just go. I know you're itching to give it to them yourself,” he says, smiling despite himself.

Jungwon rubs the back of his neck, embarassed. “You sure?”

“Yeah yeah. We're not that busy yet it's fine. But just don't stay too long – you never know when our manager might drop by to check.”

He places the tray on the table in front of you, making sure to keep it as far away as possible from your books and worksheets so as to not ruin them.

“Ooo, what's this?” you ask, pointing to the ice cream sandwiches.

“Just little complementary treats.”

He watches you take the first sip and sees your eyes widen. “Oh, my God. This is a-mazing! What do you put in it?!”

“Well, it’s called a secret ingredient for a reason,” he beams. If he keeps being this cute you feel like one of these days you might just let your intrusive thoughts win and reach out to poke a finger into his adorable dimples. “Alright well enjoy the rest of it. I'm afraid I gotta get back,”

As he walks back, Jungwon finds that he's kind of glad the kiss didn't happen last night – he would like to properly ask you out first. How should he do it? Maybe he should keep it sweet and simple, make you a latte heart or something. Yeah, maybe you’d like that. And what should your first date be? Something cliché like a movie or dinner date? Or something unique? Ahh, he doesn’t know. If it were up to him, he’d just be content to have you over and do what you used to do before he started the internship. He doesn't care what you do as long as you are together.

9:32 am.

Jungwon steals a glance at your table and is surprised to find Heeseung with you. Huh. Guess you two had plans to meet up here. He waits as he serves two other customers to see if Heeseung would come to order anything for himself. When he doesn’t, Jungwon decides to go over himself and say hi.

As he approaches, he notices that you two seem to be deep in conversation, talking animatedly, and he slows, wondering if he should maybe come back after a while. Bits of the conversation float up to him right then and he freezes :

“It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”

“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”

Oh.

Right.

Of course.

It suddenly feels like someone just sucked all the sunlight out of the room. Jungwon turns right around, relieved that neither of you noticed him. Taehyun looks up from scrolling through his phone when he rushes back to the counter. He yanks his apron off, hangs it up hastily and grabs his things to leave.

“Wha–” he starts to ask but Jungwon cuts him off.

“Something came up. I have to go,” he apologises for the short notice and is out the door before the latter even has a chance to reply.

a/n : please tell me at least one of y'all noticed the foreshadowing from profiles 2 🙏🏽

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[ab--n]

Danganronpa: Friends and Foes with stars above Prologue

One fine mansion

(quick author note blue mean Verins thoughts reacting to her surroundings not describing them, while orange means key info)

Do you feel REAL? Do you feel accomplished? Do you feel if you were just born in a different time and place, that everything would be slightly better? I felt like that for who knows how long. Maybe if I could just change something. If I could had just stop them, I would be better. Would the person who gave me this letter would know about this feeling.

As I looked at the letter one more time, I felt an aura that I can't really describe. There’s no time now, let's meet this person.

“Hm? Do you want to know more about me? Okay then… My name is Verin. I know, I’m a bit off. I would rather not overshare.”

“Someone gave me this letter when I came back for groceries. It says to come to the lily garden near the pond. It also says a specific time too… I’m worried frankly. That garden in particular is infamous… But it says that the mysterious person will help with any problem I have at the moment. Maybe just this once.”

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As I look at the garden’s gate and with a moment of hesitation I fly them open. I took a step forward and was knocked unconscious.

Things can only get worse from here. 

I suddenly woke up on a metal floor with my left foot chained to the wall.

My senses were taken by a horrible smell and I scurried to get back on my feet. In my panic I did not realize the muffled sound from the other side of the room. When I did I saw someone familiar. Then they start talking. “ Ugh.. Hm? Who are you, may I ask?”

 “Me?.... Verin, call me Verin. Who are you?”

“You can call me Dragon Knight, or DK for short.”

We stand in awkward silence. Suddenly he took his hand and ripped the cuffs off. I was confused until I saw his hands,

Purple sharp claws… so that’s how he ripped them off so easily. I should ask him to do the same for me.

“Hey, can you cut mines too?”

“Sure, young one.”

After that was a slash and the sound of clicking of metal hitting the ground.

“Thanks! Also, quick question, do you know where we are, I haven't seen a place like this anywhere..”

“No, I haven't seen a place like this anywhere. But it looks like Shiver star. I wonder why that person took us here out of all places?”

“Wait! You got that message too?”

This is bad. It seems like this was planned. Wait… how does he know what shiver star looks like? I’ll ask about that later. 

“My letter wasn't originally mine… it belong to one of my children. I’m glad I took it to check it instead of being ignorant.” 

“Wait, what? Whoever was the sick person who brought us here tried to kidnap a child?”

Great! Even worse. Now I should be careful just in case. Who knows if the person who brought me and DK here wants to hurt us.. 

“I.. Really don’t know. Our main focus should be getting out of here.”

He’s right, and plus I don’t want my newly bought food to spoil.

DK seems to be investigating the room that we are in. This place is dark.

Other than the moss and rotting plants. Nothing seems to be of importance here in my side. Wonder if DK got any luck…

“ um.. Excuse me DK, but have you got anything so far?”

“ No, nothing in particular on my side except this.”

There was a poster on the wall that had writing that neither me or DK understands. DK, confused as I am, puts his hands on it. The poster, well now the hidden switch succumbs easily to the pressure.

As the room starts to shake one of the walls moves to show stairs up.

The stairs themselves looked much better than the rest of the room. 

“I did not expect that to happen. Verin, are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, What.. happened though?”

 “Turns out that the poster is a hidden button for this passageway. We have no time to lose so let’s go!”

With his voice covered in worry, Me and DK went up the stairs albeit carefully. After what felt like forever we got up the stairs only to find two more people coming out of a room of their own. 

A doll-like girl and a waddle dee with freckles. Both were surprised to see us. The former quickly got over it and skipped over to us, she then began to introduce herself.

“Hi! Dolly is happy to meet you! What are your two guys names?”

“My name is Dragon Knight, and this moth-like girl is named Verin. May I ask who that waddle dee is over there?”

“Hmm? Oh you mean Archie! Yes, that is his name! Archie was with Dolly when we were put into a ugly room! ”

As Dolly rambled on about how her and Archie got put into this situation, Archie is staring at a yellow monitor on a nearby pillar. DK caught wind of this and asked the kid about it.

“Hmm? Oh! I don't know why but I got a bad feeling about this thing. It seems off. I know this place is much better than down in those dungeons, but a high tech monitor in here looks out of place! Do you understand?”

“I do, but I doubt it’s something to worry about-”

DK got suddenly interrupted by the yellow monitor turning on. A care free voice starts talking.

“Check check one two three! Can everyone hear me? Yes? then perfect!”

The voice sounded like it had no worry in the world, But I can still hear malice from it. Does this voice belong to the same person who kidnaped us?

“Welcome freaks to this mansion! The ULTIMATE mansion! Sixteen participants are put in groups of four, and are trapped in these attack-proof rooms. And the only way out is to kill someone and get away with it! Boy isn’t that interesting and exciting!

The voice said that so nonchalantly, and so fast. It’s like this is they have said this millionth time. 

“Oh, and poison will slowly be put into the rooms, only two rooms will be free of it! No more poison will come when someone eventually kicks the bucket. Welp, that is the end of this introduction to the game! Monodoo out!”

I feel like everything’s going too fast, I feel like my consciousness is fading… maybe when I wake up, it will all be a weird dream. To kill or die, I hardly believe it.

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i lied, today is the day that I'm done!

Thank you to those participating! character featured are...

Verin belongs to @the-chaos-axolotl

Dragon Knight belongs to @smaaenart

Dolly belongs to @ilikesillythingswooo

Archie belongs to @george228732

and thank you for reading! This is the first time i made fanfic so just tell me if I wrote one of these goobers out of character. I finished this early surprisingly, anyway. I hope you have a good day!

#kirby danganronpa #danganronpa: friends and foes with stars above #new tag be like #N writes shit

[sirjuggles]

Worm Reading - Part 5, Arc 5 Hive

Back at it! Taking notes as I go this time, so expect more short reactions to individuals moments/sentences.

Ahhh a good ol’ Bad Guy Council Meeting! We get our first looks at a whole bunch of the other villains in this town. Interesting to see where the Undersiders fall on the power scale: clearly above lowlifes like Skidmark, but otherwise pretty low on the hierarchy. I’d assume our team could mayyyybe go toe-to-toe with Faultline’s crew but it depends on who gets the drop. Would definitely lose to Kaiser’s crew. Coil is very interesting, but I’d assume his hi-tech goons could overpower the Undersiders. Trickster and his team are interesting out-of-towners, but I’d assume if they’re surviving on the road they’re capable of taking care of themselves.

I do feel like I’ve seen the name Faultline crop up in Worm Fandom posts in the past, so I feel like this character may end up being important? I don’t remember in what capacity though. Curious to see what her powers are.

Ok, once again we see Brian being abusive towards Rachel. And I get that he thinks it’s justified. But just from the language he uses you can tell this is something he gets from his dad. I don’t like it. If the only way you can control someone is with violence, does that make it ok?

Hero names “Assault” and “Battery” ugh it’s such a terrible pun. I hate it and it’s perfect.

We haven’t seen Shadow Stalker in action yet but as Grue’s nemesis I am covertly half-rooting for her. I hope she’s cool, I hope she kicks ass.

Lol hell yeah punch Emma in the face! Nothing good will probably come of this but frankly it’s been a long time coming.

Aww good job Danny, your girl needed a hug. I think that’s about as well as he could have handled that.

Oooh ok we’re going into a parent meeting at school about the bullying issue. Predictions: Danny is going to try and stand up for Taylor. He might blow up in a full rage outburst, he’s been holding that in for a long time. I don’t think they’ll actually have any success within the system though, Emma and her dad and their posse are too secure to face consequences here. However, if this goes really bad, I can see Taylor tip past the point of using her powers, which would be a disaster but would be a huge leap forward for the story, forcing her powers into the open and causing all sorts of interesting consequences.

Wow ok that went almost exactly how I expected. I had some hope at the beginning that all the documentation and obvious severity of abuse would tip the scales, but of course not. So we have yet again postponed Taylor going supernova on her bullies with her powers. I am becoming more and more convinced that’s the only way this is going to end.

Ok, we’re in the middle of the team-up raid on the ABB warehouse. Oni Lee is absolutely terrifying, honestly I’m not sure how you pin down someone with that sort of powerset. Hopefully he tires out at some point, but even then I assume he would just escape. The ability to bring items/weapons with him as he teleports and duplicates is super powerful as well. EDIT OH THAT WORKS ON THE BUGS TOO.

Ok Warehouse Raid is still ongoing, but Taylor has just demonstrated to Coil, Faultline, and Trickster’s teams that she can step up and take leadership to salvage a bad situation. I think that will not go unnoticed.

The eyeballs thing is BRUTAL and we are hardcore supporting my previous point!

Great job in the fight, great job on the outcome, top marks all around!

Awww Rachel is making a friend and doesn’t know how to feel about it.

Ok yeah vindication #CutRachelSomeSlack

Interlude 5: Gregor the Snail - Ok, some interesting worldbuilding. I like basically everyone on Faultline’s crew, especially... no yeah pretty much all of them. This definitely seems like the kind of group who can both notice and appreciate how Taylor handled the Warehouse situation.

Most interesting development here is the introduction of a potential person/group creating new parahumans. I had a suspicion this topic would crop up. It is, frankly, very well-tread ground for modern superhero media. I suspect in this case the answer will be not nearly as simple as it first seems. There is almost guaranteed to be some sort of consequence or side effect for handing out powers.

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[creation-key]

3 Years, 36 Months, and 13,140 Days-

Word Count: 974 :)

TW: mentions of a knife. ANGST

AN: Hey guys, I’m black so while writing I imagine my characters as black, but this time I mentioned no physical attributes, so feel free to imagine her as wtv you’d like, hope you enjoy :)

I like him, I’ve always liked and I haven’t been afraid to show it.

I first met Harry Junior year of high school, I had just moved from Illinois to California and knew no one. I remember looking at my schedule walking, then the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I started to apologize but was immediately taken back by the nerdy boy with curly hair. He started apologizing and explaining himself, reaching down his hand to help me back up. Not listening to a word he said, I interrupted his dialogue-

“you’re beautiful, but you ramble a lot”

I had said, and ever since then, I have been in love. Fast forward to now, it’s our Freshman year of college, and we both got into SoCal. I am still so in love with him, even more so now that he’s grown more into his looks. Every where he is, I’m right beside him. Everywhere he sits, I’m right on top of him, even if there’s an empty chair. My philosophy is, why sit there when Harry’s available?

Now don’t get me wrong, I love Harry, but I’m also his best friend and if he started getting feelings for another girl, like in our senior year, then I would back off. But until he finds a girl better than me? Spoiler alert, there’s no one, then he’s stuck with me. I think he secretly likes me too, well that was until I overheard a cute little conversation between these 2 witches that hate me.

“Ugh, when is she going to get the hint that Harry doesn’t like her?”

“I know right, I mean if anything, he only keeps her around for the attention she gives him. It honestly a little sad.”

“For real, she’s like a little bug, practically a stalker at this point”

After hearing that, I ignored it because I know they like Harry and hate on everyone who’s around him, especially me since I am around him 24/7. But my subconscious listened, and the little insecure girl inside of me started to take over, distancing myself.

It started off with just little things such as staying home to do homework rather than hang out with Harry, or make plans with friends on our planned friday night movie “dates”. I guess Harry picked up on it before I did, because now he’s yelling at me in a bedroom… at a party… at 12 am…on a Saturday… He wasn’t even supposed to be at this party, and that’s exactly what I told him too when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into this room-

“Why have you been avoiding me Celeste?” He says after locking the door, now turned around leaning on it with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking.” I reply back fast, laying down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yes you do, and now you’re lying? You never lie, that was favorite trait about you, no matter how bad, you always were straightforward with your feelings and towards others? WHAT HAPPENED?” He raises his voice towards the end.

I look up at him, surprised, knowing that he never raises his voice unless it’s serious. Meeting his gaze, I finally see the tears running down his flushed cheeks, he makes no effort to hide them, just let’s them fall.

Confused, I stand up and walk towards him, cupping both cheeks, wiping off his tears with my thumbs.

“I’m sorry, H. I guess I just thought that 3 years was long enough.” I try to move my hands back, but he quickly grabs my wrists holding them there.

“What do you mean?” He says ever so softly, more tears threatening to fall.

“Come on H, I’ve been in love with you since Junior year of high school, and I’ve been oh so vocal about, so much so that people who don’t know me think that we’re dating!” I pause, taking my hands off his face, backing away towards the other side of the room, feeling a breakdown coming.

“I know that” He responds trying to reach at me. I stop him.

“Please H, I need to get this out now, and I can’t have you touching me or else I won’t be able to say it.”

Looking defeated he just nods.

“I’m tired of following you around all the time, hoping, no… praying that someday you’ll wake up reciprocate my feelings. I know that’s a lot to ask for, which is why I’ve never once pressured you to tell me how you feel, for both your sake and mine. These past few weeks, I’ve decided to distance myself because I’ve realized how long it’s been that I’ve been waiting for you. I mean when you really think about it, 3 years is 36 months which is approximately 13,140 days! That’s 13,000 days that I have been hopelessly in love with you, wasting my time and yours. You never loved me-”

“I did love you-”

“You never loved me in the way that I loved you, and that hurt me Harry, all 3 years I was hurting, and I just didn’t realize it until now. You know I’m a strong woman Harry, but this, whatever game we’re playing, I want out, I don’t want to play anymore, I’m tired, and most of all just hurt.” I start walking towards the door, unlocking it.

“Celeste wait-”

“No Harry, this is goodbye, can’t really be a break up since we were never together.” I smile at him sadly, opening the door and closing it. I walk out of the party, saying goodbye to the people I came with, and started the walk back to my dorm.

Feeling far away I enough, I let the tears I was holding in for the past 3 years fall. I cried so much that I didn’t even see the knife the man was holding.

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[twilightofthe]

Obi Wan Kenobi Show Liveblog: Part III

Here we go starting TWO HOURS LATE because my stupid ass fell asleep trying to stay up for it

i fell asleep listening to my chemical fucking romance how the fuck does one fall asleep to MCR they are not a lullaby band xD

lskdjflsdkfk ANYWAY starting now

ahhh sir you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you (five days ago)

sorry i just love his face

and his voice

and him

just him

skdfjlsdkfk i forgot Reva shish kebabed G Quizzy

EHEHEHEHEEEE TIME FOR ANAKIN AND PAIN

AWWWW HE’S ASKING QUI GON FOR “WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO WHEN THE FRIEND I THOUGHT I KILLED ISN’T AND IS A SITH LORD”

only pain will you find ahahA YEAH THANKS YODA

HELL YEAH MAGICAL ROBOT GIRL TRANSFORMATION

HERE HE IS HERE’S MY STINKY BOY MY STINKY GARBAGE BOY

and WHAT AN ENTRANCE ok fine Anakin you did always know how to make it dramatic

lksdjfklsdfk “i don’t give a FUCK if anyone else died where’s Obi Wan” Anakin you’re the WORST i love you

THAT’S NOT HOW THE FORCE WORKS HAHA

yes obi wan teach anakin’s daughter about the force YESSSSSSSS

how does it feel when you turn on the light OOOOOOOOOF ;_:

AND HE FIXED THE DROID HE HATED SO MUCH FOR HER

ok now where tf are they this isn’t Alderaan

Kinda looks like Kessel?

Eh, a mining system, I was close!

*snorts* Obi Wan in full grieving crisis right now still trying desperately to be nice to Leia

WHT THE FUCK WAS THAT

WHO THE

IS THST ANAKIN

IS HE HAVING ANAKIN VISIONS HE’S FUCKING FLOATINHG

AAAAAAAAAAAA

Oho so the Inquisitors have their own fancy base or something?  Pff that’s cute

HELL YEAH REVA PULL RANK UR VADER’S FAVE AND HE KNOWS IT EVERYONE KNOWS IT

ok mr fifth brother just look forward to rebels yeah?

aight but that’s kinda ridiculous they’re sending out three probes for who knows how many systems?

lskdfjlsdkfk Obi Wan snappy and stressed and Leia’s just like “don’t worry I got you sweetie I’ll get us back”

leia i KNOW your parents told you not to talk to strangers you are a liiiittle too trusting methinks xD

either that or she’s just using her Force sense to read vibes

hmmmm mole man sounds familiar

obi wan dumbass put ur hood up around the troopers (tho i guess that could make them look suspicious)

damn leia you’re good

DAMN OBI WAN YOU’RE NOT

ehehehehe you see her mother’s or father’s face

AWWW SHE’S GIVING OUT PERCEPTIVE PADME VIBES

hoohoohoohooHOO WE GOT THOSE OBIANIDALA VIBES GOIN’ NOW BABES

Awwwww adopted kid bonding!!!!!

hmm i’m guessing he’s in no state for a mind trick right now!

aw fuck YEAH we stan a guy who can kick ass

he’s so hooooooooot

ohohoho PRETTY SECRET SYMPATHIZER LADY

awwww baby leia noooo don’t cry

ugh i like this pretty lady but i feel like she’s gonna be murdered by inquisitor

hhhhh someone on tumblr has to translate that aurebesh

AAAAAAH ARE WE GONNA GET A QUINLAN CAMEO?!?!?!??!?!?!?!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

NED is a cutie and I love him

sldkfjsdlkfsdk literally everyone knows who Obi Wan is on first glance

HOOHOOHOOOOOO HE’S GOT VISION FEELS, IS THAT VADERRRRR??????

IT IS IT IS IT IS IT IS IT IIIIIIIIIIS

HERE HE IS THE MAIN BITCH STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL

Ehehehehehe Obi Wan’s horrified face upon looking at the suit is so *kisses fingers* THE ANGST

lskdfjslkdk never mind pretty lady’s gonna get murdered by VADER because he kills everyone and Obi Wan can’t have nice things

ANAKIN STOP MENACING THE LOCALS AND KILLING CHILDREN

obi waaaaaaan u dumbass

he can’t look awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

I’m still mad they’re meeting in person ngl but I do still so love seeing my boys interact!

ugh here we go

let’s hope it’s good

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE HERE’S HIS LIGHTSABER

I AM WHAT YOU MADE ME jesus christ you can even hear the pure boiling rage in his voice through the vocorder

lol nvm Tala is gonna get killed by Reva xD

aight obes i get you’re in panic mode but HOW did you let mr tall dark and wheezy sneak up on you like that

awwww goodbye pretty lady, at least you get a hug from Leia before you die xD

hmmMMMM?  REVA BACKSTORY???  She was a Jedi!!!!!

alsdfjlskdfksd HE’S TRYING TO BURN HIM LIKE HE WAS BURNED JESUS FUCK ANAKIN

aw yay at least Tala saved him first!

oh goddammit Reva xD

Leia’s gonna bite her hand I know it

WELL THIS EPISODE OF STAR WARS WAS FUCKING RUDE TO ME PERSONALLY FUCK Y’ALL

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[iiirenxcc]

“Why did you leave Scentsy?!?”

“I can’t believe you are getting rid of your buddy collection!!”

“Is everything okay?”

A lot of people are shocked that I’m leaving and not looking back with Scentsy especially being with them for 7 years. I had a good run with Scentsy and did a lot with the company in those 7 years, a trip to Disneyland, the friends and memories I made along the way, scentsy was was a big part of me and my old life. God had other plans for me.

Not knowing exactly what those plans are I just knew I had to let everything go of my old life, the move was a big part of it, I have a job where I work from home and wanted to make some extra spending money on the side, I wasn’t doing that with scentsy in fact I was my biggest customer that’s right me! I was unhappy, and just didnt feel right with scentsy.

So I prayed asking God what I should do? And a few days later I received my answer that this wasn’t for me anymore. It was for the old me and not the new me, and I have to let go of everything that was a big part of the old me. The buddies that I collected and has possession over were the first things that needed to go, and let me tell you it was absolutely difficult to let them go.

I didn’t want to, and I even thought about putting them away to where I couldn’t see them just to keep them, but knew that I couldn’t move forward if I parted ways. Once I took the first box of buddies to be shipped o felt really good, like a big heavy weight was lifted off my heart. As the collection downsized and I started getting rid of all my other scentsy products and threw a bunch of the others away. And my job cut back on my hours to where I’m not bringing in as much as I was.

Wyatt started putting in extra hours at work just to make ends meet due to my job and it’s cut back and not being a part of scentsy anymore. I was trying not to worry or stress about my situation for I know God has me and as long as I trust him I know I will be okay.

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[broomswept-thoughts]

Hmm I’m anxious about the presentation ugh... What can I do. What am I feeling.

I am most stressed, in a generalized sense, that Simo is going to tear me apart when she sees my email and also when she sees the presentation. I’m anxious because I couldn’t go over it with Tes, and I’m anxious that I asked to meet her too late. I think she might say something like I have no time, figure it out on your own, it’s your fault for reaching out too late to set up a time so figure it out with Tes. Or she might say it’s because you’re irresponsible, don’t care enough, sloppy, careless, lazy, etc. and compare me to others and aaaaaaaaa just the bad vibes. And then say no. Or whatever. I’m feeling sick and tired of it, but I don’t know. There’s nothing I can do about sending this email so late. I can beat myself over it, but it’s just anxiety that’s going to make me feel bad and trepidation than anything. And stress and fear. And I can’t change anything because I have no idea what’s going on in her head so. Oh well.

So I’m a little kinda stressed about Joey, but also I think it’s okay/ makes sense/ reasonable? that he can’t hang out. And it probably doesn’t mean he hates me, since it’s clear that he takes his work super seriously so like, makes sense. And it would make sense for me to just work hard on my presentation, and it might stress me out more if I had gone out twice again next week. Haah... So in the end, it makes sense. Also what am I doing having expectations. I’m just creating expectations out of nothing, out of what I want to see. I don’t even know this person well at ALL. So what would be the point in having expectations like this. No. No no no, we’re just. Going to try our best and just. Blaaaaaaaaaah. I could invite him to study together BUT I’m intrigued with what he’s tryna say. I hate playing games but alsooo. I don’t really want to continue to invite people out all the time.

God, my heart and emotional state is 1000000% a mess but I’m just. Going to chill and be zen. As much as I can. Will I prepare for heartbreak? No, because that’s kinda toxic to me. but I don’t want to feel more for someone who doesn’t really care much about me or... I don’t know, is super reliant on me to put forward everything into a relationship? Whatever and however it is. So! No. We’ll just see how it goes.

Anyway, presentation. Presentation. What am I most afraid of?

1. I need to write my script for the data I have. Mostly NQO1 assay, whatever I have right now for NMR (even if I need to update it etc etc), survival curve. And I need to write a script explaining my future steps. So that’ll take some time (guessing 1.5-2hr)

2. Once I have my script and animations, I think it will make me less less nervous. But the next thing I’m scared for the LIFE of me is general background. I don’t know enough about AD, NQO1, neuroscience, ANYTHING. I think that makes me stressed. What will I do to alleviate this fear? I think what I will do is I will create a mindmap to document all the connections I see in research papers, read more about the molecular structure of NQO1 (and basics like where is it, what it does, what it does in conjunction to major molecules, what it does in general in metabolism, and what roles people project it to have. And anything else, maybe other possible pathologies and neuroscience in specific as well as specific things that the deCabo lab has looked into for this molecule). I think after that, I will create a comprehensive mindmap. I think I’ll also create a list of questions that I have most about NQO1 that I feel are really basic and that I absolutely would NOT want anyone to jump on me during the presentation. Then I’m going to begin researching right away the answers to these questions, document the papers I’m using to answer these questions, and seeing how I can adjust my presentation and/or add to the additional information section. This will take a while, but I will do this throughout the week and the weekend before the presentation, I’m going to create the mindmap and review it like crazy before Monday. This will be good and help me feel more confident. I hope.

I’m going to finish the presentation today/ tomorrow, and then I’m going to start researching answers to shit:

1. Sunday: create questions list that I want to answer, for sure. And gaps in my knowledge (I mean I’ve already made the list here).

--> Review briefly the notes I’ve made on past papers and see if I can answer some of my questions. Remember to document which paper said what. Maybe create a secondary presentation that is JUST on NQO1 (for me). And create the script. THIS.

2. Monday: Find information on what the molecule NQO1 is, molecular details (genetic sequence, protein structure, reactions and pathways, where it is in the cell, what organs it’s expressed in, possible isomers, specific mechanics of the protein during reactions. So basically biochem crap)

3. Tuesday: What does NQO1 do in metabolism? Look up papers specifically from deCabo lab on NQO1, and take detailed notes/ re-document everything that you find on this as well as other papers listed. Deep deep dive. Also make sure the mechanisms of how NQO1 does this makes sense (from Monday)

4. Wednesday: What other roles does NQO1 have/ pathologies? More information on NQO1 in terms of neuroscience and Alzheimer’s, and potentially other diseases (bc that’s def a question that I would ask). Also adjust the real presentation if need to. Catch up day.

5. Thursday: Catch up day and re-practice the presentation. Re-consider what crap people might throw at you on Monday, and research. Continue deep dive on deCabo papers and others.

6. Friday: chill.

7. Saturday: Practice presentation to Tammy and Maya, maybe, and adjust the presentation in terms of what people might ask you. Create the mindmap to solidify what you’ve been thinking.

8. Sunday: Practice again and review the mindmap.

9. Monday: Practice again and review the mindmap. Present and then fucking be free.

Sigh, I’m going to kill myself inside to figure out this whole crap, the R book shit, and what else... god I don’t know. my romantic feelings? Jfc. My anxiety? Haaaaah, everything feels kinda stressful and overwhelming, I’m like. One micron away from bursting into tears. But at least I’ll learn a shitton about NQO1 this week. Or something 0_0. But I hate being in this situation where I’m vulnerable in terms of intelligence. It’s going to drive me up the literal wall. So. This plan would alleviate that. Or at least about stupid NQO1 at least. *eye roll*

Romantic feelings? Not a clue! I’m stressed! What does it mean? *yells inside* AAAAAAA. Anyway anyway anyway...

*yells inside* *yells inside* *shrieks*

The worst part would be honestly disappointing the other postbacs and Joey. So there’s that beautiful pressure to perform. Beautiful. I don’t know, I just hate myself for this project and everything. But I just need to start, this is doable. Even if no one screens my presentation, I’m just going to do my best and my best and my best. I can’t do anything else anymore.

First I have to make my script. I think just starting a little bit tonight will be good. And then tomorrow I can go through it again and edit it. Because I’m scared, I’m going to start going over the papers again on NQO1 and read a bit more on the molecular aspects for Monday to get a headstart. Yes, yes. This is an okay plan. I’m just incredibly stressed and scared.

Really scared. It makes me sad that I’m this scared. That I feel like I’ve 1. done nothing and 2. will be subject to criticism and being told off in front of the whole branch :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) by Simo. Which, you know, will be super dramatic and will make me want to die.

Well, the upside is, if everything is really and truly the worst case scenario, then I shall definitely DEFINITELY leave this lab. Even if I have to be hired in October and not right away. If shit really hits the fan. Then I’m going to leave. Or just kill myself, idc, it’s hellish here and I can’t I can’t I can’t. It all hurts. And I hate not having an escape and feeling caged. I feel caged by people and bureaucracy, as though I can never escape, and I feel like it’s going to make me suffer to stay if it’s like this. I’m on the verge of killing myself, it’s going to harm me if I stay here. I can’t do everything and face everything like this. I feel like I’m drowning, like I can’t handle it anymore. Everything feels temporary before something comes crashing down. And I hate that, I hate that. I’m not someone who enjoys this feeling, if anyone even does, and I know what it feels like because I’ve lived that as a child. But I’m not a child anymore. I can leave. I can walk away. I can do that.

But I didn’t have people I care about left in this environment. Well, why do I not want to leave them? Maybe it’s egotistical, maybe I’m scared to leave a place where people love me and care about me to go somewhere different with random people who might hate me or disparage me or dislike me. Or at the least, not really care about me at all. Maybe I’m afraid to leave what is familiar as well. Which is true. Because I’m comfortable with the postbacs and the postdocs. As horrible as the upper echeleon is in this trash lab, I can at least anticipate who they are and how they act. I know how bad it is, at least, so I know to tolerate and endure. I’m afraid of what would happen should I have to start over. I’m scared of that. I know if I email Lorenzo, it’s absolutely game-over for Rafa. And TGB/ EGS lab. I can’t say everything and not come to NIDA. It would be not good.

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh ugh, I need to be strong. Whether I stay or go. The only wrong option is to be wishy washy about this. That is the only weak option, to just go along with the flow without taking whatever stance for forever. What will I do? Stay and tolerate all of Simo and Rafa’s shit antics? Or leave and go into the unknown lab with unknown impacts on my application with unknown people? Inside, I want Lorenzo to say that he doesn’t have any space in his lab so that I have a reason to stay. Which probably means I want to stay. Which is true, I do want to stay. Even though it’s killing me inside, I want to stay, and I hate that about myself. Even though it kills me and tears me to shred with anxiety, trauma resurfacing, depression, and dissociation. Is it still right? How do I know if what I want is the right choice?

What is most important? The most important thing is that I am happy. Will I, or can I, be happy in this lab?

What will it look like if I stay? I’ll probably be resigned to tolerate and endure this hell for another year (or at least 9 months). Can I do that? If Simo shit talks me, let’s say twice a month, so maybe 18 times. If I walk into lab feeling stressed every Tuesday, leaving me with 4 times a month so 36 times in the remaining months, plus all of the retreats (let’s say 4), so 40 times. So 58 high stress events until I leave. Can I tolerate that? Can I tolerate that, knowing I can’t ever fully disclose this to the other postbacs (other than maybe Vishant) because I don’t want them to have a negative experience with Simo? Can I tolerate being trashed and thrashed almost 60 times for the next 9 months? Can I tolerate that if I have the postbacs to eat lunch with and be there for me, let’s say at least 3 out of 5 days of the week, so 12 times a month, and 108 times for the next 9 months, and maybe add like 20 hangouts (like a couple every month) to get 128 times of healing vibes from the pstbacs. So 128 meaningful moments, relatively, against 58 high stress events. So a total of 70 more meaningful moments. But if you consider that it takes at least 3x of good things to overcome 1 negative thing, the 58 becomes something like 174, so it becomes -46.

I know this is so stupid, so cerebral. But I’m so lost, I feel so pained and. just. Trapped. I feel like this will never end.

Well, what will it look like if I make it out?

I think I’ll think that there was really nothing as horrible as this lab experience in my entire life, and I’ll know for sure what I can absolutely not tolerate, not live through, and what to watch carefully for when choosing a lab to work at. I’ll be a battle scarred postbac for fuck’s sake. What will I benefit? Knowing that I can overcome horrible emotionally OSHA-forsaken working environments. I think very much life-long friends through the postbacs, and mentors through the postdocs. Whatever Rafa’s approval means, in some ambiguous hmeh way it comes out as. I don’t really give a fuck about Simo after this lab, she can stop existing in my head. I’d feel absolute relief and pride in myself for dredging through this lab and my two years of hell. And for making it through and somehow not killing myself and for being the leader that can pull people like the postbacs together (although they’ve come together more on their own). Realizing that I came far from the months when I toyed with the idea of switching labs.

#reflection

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Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Major Angst in this one, guys, Loads of Feels (sorry not sorry), John Walker being a douche (I really don’t like the guy)

A/N: I’m SO SORRY! I promise I was planning on it being shorter, but I went a little overkill with the angst! There’s just so many feelings and not enough space in my heart and soul, so I had to pour them out here! You get to see more of Reader and Sam’s relationship in this one and there’s major Bucky Feels towards the end (in my defense, this is based on the Couples Therapy half of the episode).

I’m really hoping we get to see Bucky go to Louisiana next episode! I’m holding out for it! I have a few ideas that include Sarah, but I need the episode! Ugh! Now we have to wait a whole ‘nother week! I really shouldn’t write three chapters on one episode in one day. I just couldn’t help myself!

Anyways! Please enjoy this part and thank you so much for all your support! Seriously, it’s meant so much to me, especially after the week I’ve had! If you haven’t checked out the previous parts, my FATWS Series Masterlist is HERE, so please go read those first. Like always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy, babes!

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Bucky’s arms after walking a few miles. And a hospital in DC wasn’t exactly what you preferred waking up to, but it’s what happened. Turned out, not only was your shoulder dislocated and your thigh was strained, but you had a mild concussion. Your arm was in a sling and your palm, which you had completely forgotten about after you wrapped it while on Bucky’s back, was wrapped properly. Luckily, your thigh wasn’t too bad, but they wanted to put you on crutches, which you refused immediately.

You had to get out of that building. You had no idea where the guys went, which was weird because you were sure they’d never leave you alone. Especially in a hospital.

You quickly snuck your way through the halls after grabbing your bag which - thank God - was left on the seat besides your bed and changing into an extra pair of clothes. 

You tried calling Bucky’s phone, the one he had specifically for you, which he always always answered. He even made an excuse to go to the bathroom once when you accidentally called in the middle of a therapy session. Nothing. You called the number four times before trying Sam’s phone.

It clicked on the first try.

“Hey. Listen, sorry for leaving-”

“Where the hell are you?”

You heard him sigh. “I was just about to explain, so hang on a second there. You weren’t waking up, probably because that concussion you forgot to mention to us-”

“In my defense, I didn’t know.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your free hand up, exasperated. “Anyways, Bucky wanted me to meet someone, we’ll talk about that when you inevitably get here, put we had a bit of trouble and Bucky was arrested-”

“What?!”

“Chill your pants, Y/L/N. Just listen. We’re in Baltimore. I’ll text you the address. Get here soon and I’ll explain the whole thing. We’ve been here for a couple hours, but there’s people on their way and we’re getting everything situated right now.”

“Okay. Fine. But you’re in trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, babe. Now hurry your cute little ass here. We’ve got stuff to talk about.”

*****************

The ride from DC to Baltimore is usually an hour or so, but you’ve got resources, especially in the nation’s capital, and riding the bike you got, being able to go way over the speed limit? You got there in half the time. Being an Avenger really does have its perks.

The moment you got there, you hopped off the bike, not even bothering to turn it off, and stormed into the precinct. You headed straight over to the desk, but a pair of hands caught you by your uninjured arm before you could make a scene.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam spoke softly, squeezing your bicep gently. “He’s okay, alright?”

“Why is he-”

“He missed his court-mandated therapy session.” Sam informed you, pulling you over to where he had been sitting previously. “There was a warrant out for his arrest. They had to bring him in, but it’s fine. His therapist’s been contacted. She should be here any minute to get him out.”

Your head fell back at his words. His therapy. How could you forget? You let Bucky complain to you about it and played along sometimes, but you really did think it was good for him and you tried supporting him. Yet you made him miss it and now he’s in trouble.

“Hey. Y/N. Look at me.” You found Sam’s worried eyes, his hand coming up to hold the side of your neck. “He’s okay. He’ll be out in just a bit. It’s fine.”

“It’s my fault, Sam.”

“No. It’s not. He’s a grown ass man who made the decision to skip.”

You shook your head, holding his wrist for something to anchor you down. “No, Sammy. I brought him along. I should’ve been more responsible-”

“I know we’ve joked around about you being in charge and stuff, but…you know it’s not all on your shoulders, right?” Sam tilted his head slightly, eyebrow pinched in confusion making his eyes narrow. 

You turned your head, not wanting to look at him. You didn’t need another set of deep eyes to fall into. “Sammy…I promised him I’d look after you.”

“I know. And that’s fine. But looking after us - looking after him - doesn’t mean you have to be there to hold his hand and take the fall for him. He’s not a child. Hell, he’s a hundred years old. Tell me you understand that.”

Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. “I-I can’t-”

“Is that why you’re obsessed with finding Wanda?”

You frowned at his question, eyes snapping to his. “I’m worried about her, Sam.”

“I am too, but she can handle herself. And if she doesn’t want to be found, you have to let her be. I know the Avengers were your only family. I know how much Steve meant to you-”

“No.” You pulled away rather harshly, digging your nails into your palms, trying not to cry, ignoring the wound you were irritating. “No, you don’t. How could you understand my feelings for Steve when I don’t understand them myself?”

Sam always had this ability to make anyone feel important, just by looking them in the eye. It was something you always admired about him; the way his smile could light up a room, those warm eyes making everyone’s fears go away. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Something that could soothe your worries, comfort you, warm your very soul from the ice tragedy and heartache tend to big on.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of people, but with the way he was looking at you, it was hard to keep the tears from slipping.

“You loved him, Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to see that?”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t in love with him, Sam.” You argued, wiping your cheeks aggressively and turning, crossing your arms defensively.

“What do you call it then?”

It was a rhetorical question, Sam copying your movements and sitting straight to watch for Bucky coming out. A rhetorical question that you didn’t know the answer to. Because you weren’t in love with Steve. No. Maybe you had been, but somewhere along the way he passed your heart to Bucky. So why did it hurt so bad?

You refused to dwell on it anymore, clearing your throat and dabbing at your eyes one more time before changing the topic. “Why are we in Baltimore?”

“Bucky wanted me to meet someone. Isaiah. You know him?” Sam turned back to you, his warm eyes shifting into something else. Suspicion? A bit of anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell.

“Isaiah? I don’t think I know any Isaiahs. And definitely not here. Why? Who is he?”

Sam shook his head, eyes darting around the lobby. “We’ll talk about it later.”

You nodded, although now your curiosity had peaked and you wondered who this guy was that made Sam so agitated. While you waited, you felt your eyes drooping and you let your head fall onto Sam’s shoulder, who chuckled.

“You’re still tired? You know you slept for, like, twelve hours, right?”

“I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Sam turned his head to kiss yours. “Y/N, I know you want to care for everyone, but you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” And with that, the subject dropped, Sam pulling out his phone while you rested your eyes.

It was another ten minutes or so before Sam’s name was called and the both of you stood up to greet the speaker. A woman, Dr. Raynor. Bucky’s infamous therapist.

And speaking of infamous. The moment you heard his voice, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was just your brain malfunctioning. And then he was walking towards you, calling Bucky ‘Bucky’ like they were old pals and he was saving him from something terrible.

Your face scrunched up as Walker talked about stopping Bucky’s regular therapy sessions. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up-”

“Don’t call him an asset.” You snapped. “He’s a human being with needs, and therapy-”

“He’s a super soldier with skills that we need.” Walker cut in, making you scowl as he turned back to Raynor.

You scoffed in disbelief at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before he did, heading straight for Bucky, who lifted his right arm, wrapping it around your shoulders once you were close enough.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, closing your eyes and trying to relax in his hold, breathing him in.

“Are you? Should you be walking? What did-”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” You sighed out with a nod, squeezing him once more before pulling back as Raynor stepped forwards, ordering Bucky and Sam to do a session with her. You almost laughed when Sam tried refusing, a little chuckle actually leaving your lips when Bucky slumped, dragging his feet like a kid going to the principal’s office.

You followed, Bucky holding the door open for you. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He gave a small smile, before walking in after you, Sam letting out a, “hey!” when Bucky shut the door on him, making you roll your eyes. You let the corners of your mouth tick up slightly in amusement. Yes, they annoyed the hell out of you, but you had to admit it was pretty funny sometimes.

“I believe I asked for James and Sam, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It’s Agent, actually, and I think I’m gonna sit in.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.” You threw her words to Sam back at her, making Sam smirk. You shot him a wink as she relented with a sigh. 

“Fine. Just as a spectator. Don't interrupt.”

You raise your hands in surrender, slipping around the table to stand in the corner as your fellas sank down into the seats across the table from her.

A small puff of laughter came from you at the lack of response when she asked one of them to start. She shot you a warning look over her shoulder, but you shrugged. You couldn’t help it; it was like all those times back in grade school when a teacher asked for a volunteer to read in a classroom full of rowdy kids and crickets followed.

Once she mentioned the next exercise was used for couples, you had to laugh, making both men shoot you begging pouts.

“Y/N.” Raynor glared at you, so you controlled yourself, gesturing for her to continue.

Her miracle question did work so well, neither of them cooperating well.

She didn’t even bother with you when you started cackling after she mentioned the “soul-gazing exercise” and Bucky thanked her, Sam commenting that he would like this one. You gave a teasing wolf-whistle when they got close, one of Bucky’s thighs between Sam’s and vice versa.

“Doll.” Bucky whined at you.

“Listen here, smartass-”

Raynor cleared her throat, cutting Sam off from finishing his statement towards you. You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with a smirk. After all the bickering and side taking they’ve put her through, letting you enjoy this was the least they could do, and they knew it.

Of course, this exercise didn’t work out either. A staring contest. Children. She was best friends with literal children.

But then something happened. Something you never thought would happen. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravated him, and Bucky looked over to you, his eye growing sad in a way they only did when Steve was involved.

“Steve believed in you.” Bucky told him earnestly. “He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield? That is…that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing.  So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me.”

You heard his voice crack a little at the end as he slumped down in his seat, you jaw dropping slightly. You listened to the rest of the conversation, catching the way Sam grew irritated again, something that you didn’t previously think was possible, but was happening more and more now.

Why wasn’t Sam talking to you? Why was he holding all this in suddenly? And why…Bucky…he didn’t tell you that. Why didn’t he say anything? How could he ever feel…

But you knew how he could feel like that. Yes, Steve believed in him so much that he tore the Avengers apart for him…but he was the only one willing to do that for him. Yeah, you and Sam and Wanda and Clint, you all joined their side but, being honest, it wasn’t because you believed in Bucky. It was because you believed in Steve. Of course, it was different now. You believed in Bucky with your entire being, and you believed in Sam with your heart and soul, but…did either of them know that? Did they believe you when you told them? Or did you not tell them enough? This whole time you thought you were doing right by Steve - trying you damn hardest to watch out for them. But it obviously wasn’t enough. And that was on you, no matter what Sam said.

You read people. That’s what you’ve always done, that’s what you’d always do. It was the reason you earned your spot on the team. You read people and situations and could figure your way into their heads in a second. Years and years of undercover work taught you how to do that and how to protect yourself while doing so.

So why? How? How did you miss something this big? How did you miss the way Sam was holding onto something? Why did you ignore the vexation in his tone for the last couple weeks? How did you miss that Bucky was hurting that deeply? Why didn’t you do anything more for him?

You left the room before either of the boys, but you heard Sam standing up as you walked out the door.

You should’ve known you weren’t the only one holding things in. Of course they were. The difference is, you were supposed to be their rock, the thing they could hold onto to ground themselves, the shoulder for them to cry on, and the ear lent to them whenever they needed someone to listen. That was your job. It wasn’t their job. Not for you. Your rock - your shoulder, your ear - he left you. And you thought, after all he did for you, if you just returned the favor for his best friends, you’d…you dunno. You’d be closer to him, maybe.

But you couldn’t. Because you weren’t Steve Rogers. And you knew that from the start, but you had to try. You tried. And it wasn’t working. He made it seem so easy when he did it for you. Clearly you didn’t give him enough credit for dealing with all your shit on top of his own.

“Doll.” You didn’t stop walking, needing to get outside for some fresh air. “Doll, hold on. Wait a minute.”

He grabbed your arm as you made it outside, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t tell me.” You spoke quietly, your voice fragile as you stared at him, confusion and hurt in your eyes. Were you really that bad at doing your job? Did you really already fail him? He asked you to do one thing…

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to deal with my problems.” You opened your mouth, but he shook his head, holding your face between his hands. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know something’s going on with you. You’re good at hiding your nightmares at night, but I’m better. You’re jumpier than usual. Quieter. Every time Wanda’s brought up, you turn away. And the other day? On the truck? You froze. I was watching, doll. It was just a second, but you froze. You never freeze.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me, Buck-”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Not my job? Aren’t we friends? Isn’t that what friends do? Or am I just a job to you? I know you promised him to look after me. Is that all I am to you? A responsibility?”

You shook your head vigorously, holding onto his wrists. “No. No, Bucky, I just-”

“Do you think he was wrong about me?”

Salty diamonds ran down your cheeks as you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head. “No.”

“Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever care or was it all just because Steve? Is Steve the only reason you tolerate me?”

“Don’t say that. God, please don’t say that.” You begged quietly, meeting his gaze again. Every beautiful detail was laced with devastation, eyes imploring her to make him feel better. “Of course I believe in you. I have since Wakanda, you know that. Yes, okay, maybe Steve is why I helped you at first, but-but…I care about you, James. So much so that it hurts sometimes. He wasn’t wrong about you. Or Sammy. You both mean so much to me. Okay?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly, nodding slightly. You both simultaneously moved to get closer, him pulling you while you stepped into his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were tight around your shoulder, holding you just as firm as the kiss he planted on your forehead.

Sam came out, planting himself besides you as you pulled away, Bucky wiping your eyes. “I feel better.” He huffed out sarcastically, making you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Yeesh. Women these days.”

The sudden siren of one of the parked police cars made the three of you look over, spotting Walker and Hoskins. You groaned. “Did he see that?”

“Hey,” Bucky caught your jaw between his fingers, shaking his head. “Who cares? It’s between us and us only. Right?” You nodded, making him kiss your forehead again, a whisper of “attagirl” against your skin. You hadn’t heard that from him in a while.

“Gentlemen!” Walker waved them over, nodding at you. “And lady.” The three of you reluctantly walked over, Bucky going to lean on the police car Walker and Hoskins were near and you hopped up to sit on the hood of the police car across from them, Sam besides you.

You got information from Walker, who was once again trying to get you to work with him, but Sam summed it up nicely, explaining that the three of you didn’t have to follow the rules he did. You started to leave, Bucky tucking you under his arms once you slid off the car, when Walker stopped you once more.

“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”

You grumbled under your breath as the faker and his lapdog walked off. “I’m gonna kill him.” You vowed as the three of you started in the other direction. “I swear to God, I’m gonna rip that shield off his back and use it to beat him in that stupid face of his-”

“Down, girl.” Sam jested, flicking your ear. “We need a game plan. What’re we thinking?”

Your eyes narrowed as Bucky piped up, talking about the Isaiah character - who you still didn’t know - before HYDRA entered the equation.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, tugging his arm to make him stop once he mentioned Siberia. “Do you remember Siberia? Because if you’re actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, we remember Siberia very differently.”

“He’s our best bet-”

“So you’re just going to go sit in a room with this guy?”

Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Ye-yes…”

A beat of silence passed before Sam gave his stamp of approval, but you still disagreed. “There’s no way this’ll end well and I refuse to let you-”

You found your face between Bucky’s hands again. You really wished he’d stop doing that and just ask for your attention. You didn’t mean that, of course. You’d be held by him every second of every day if you could. “Don’t you trust me, doll?”

You licked your lips, looking around the darkened street. This was not a good idea. A bad plan - a terrible plan, really - but, unfortunately, it was the only one you had. “Dammit. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.” You finally sighed, running a hand through your hair after Bucky let go of you, his eyebrow quirking.

“Is that a yes?”

Sam nodded. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

You tugged Bucky’s hand when he nodded back and went to walk after Sam, who started walking around the corner, making him stop. “And yes. I do trust you. With everything I have, Buckaroo.”

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