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scarletwinterxx · 1 month

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middle finger and promise rings - jaehyun scenario

helllooooo a fluff moment with jung jaehyun. I was scrolling through tiktok the other day and I found a compilation of him laughing and it was the cutest thing ever so now we're here😅

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Jaehyun enters the apartment and the first thing he hears is your laugh. He hangs his jacket on the hook, takes off his shoes before walking towards the living room where he sees you lying on the couch giggling to yourself.

You spot him over your phone, quickly turning it off when you spot your boyfriend "Hi, you're home early" you greet him, walking towards him.

He smiles at you, opening his arms to give you a very much needed hug. He does everyday, without a fail. Whenever he gets home from work or somewhere, he asks for a hug from you.

"What were you watching?" he asks

"You"

"Huh?" he peaks down at you, still caged in his arms

"I was looking through my phone then I saw a bunch of videos, like from when we started dating until recent. You looked cute, especially when you laugh" you answer him

"I thought my laugh was loud" he chuckles, letting you to sit on the couch. You follow him, taking the seat beside him.

"It is. But I love it so much, you know you have this kind of laugh when you find something really funny and your face scrunches up in a cute way" you try to mimic it while Jaehyun watches.

You might as well tell him you'll marry him with the way you're making his heart explode right now. Moments like these are what he looks forward to the most when he comes home. The simple conversations with you, no matter how random they are, he cherishes them so much.

"Oh by the way, can we order chicken and pasta for dinner? Or chinese food? I can't decide, how about you what do you want?"

"Chinese sounds good, do you want me to call our favorite place?" he asks, already getting his phone out

"Okay, and this came in today by the way" you say, passing the package that arrived today. "What is it?" you ask, while waiting for him to open it

"I forgot, must've ordered this a long time ago"

Without checking the label he opens it. When he flips the unsealed package upside down, a velvet box falls on his lap.

The two of you freeze.

He should've checked the label. Jaehyun internally panics.

Meanwhile you don't say anything, waiting for him to do or say something. But he doesn't so you clear your throat, getting your phone on the table "I'll order, tell me if you want anything else" you tell him.

"Uh yea sure" Jaehyun swallows the lump in his throat, finally coming to his senses. Taking the box before excusing himself. You hear the bedroom door open and close.

After that night you don't mention anything about it. You didn't ask questions. You acted like you didn't see it. Jaehyun wondered if he should ask but he doesn't know where to start.

What do you think it was, did you have your suspicions, were you upset with him? These are the questions running in his mind. But you never said anything to him, like everything was normal.

He was debating if he should've just showed you what was inside. If you were thinking it was a ring then you're right.

About a few months ago, he ordered a ring after finally getting your size. He's still worrying if you'll like it. It's not an engagement rring, not yet atleast. The ring inside was a promise ring for you. You told him a story about wearing a ring ever since your teen years, way back before the two of you met. You bought yourself a ring, a promise to exchange it to something else when you get yourself a boyfriend.

You showed him the ring before, it was a simple metal band you used to wear on your middle finger. You never took it off, not a day. That was until he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Of course he had to get you a new one, he was just waiting for the right time to give it to you.

He forgot to check the email about the shipping and didn't expect it to arrive when it did. It definitely wasn't part of the plan to open it infront of you.

It's been a few weeks since then. You honestly kind off forgot about it. You trust Jaehyun will tell you in the right time.

Tonight, he's running a bit late. He got caught up in a meeting so when he got home you were already sleeping. He enters the apartment carefully, walking through the hallway and cracking the bedroom door slowly.

The lights were all off, the only light coming from outside but he can see your silhouette from under the blanket. Quickly but quietly he gets ready for bed, sliding beside you.

He turns sideways to watch you, eyes closed, face peaceful, breathing slow and quite. You're giving off the most serene aura, he can't think of anything else but you.

Your hand was resting open beside your head, he reaches a finger out to trace random patterns while still watching you. He missed you so much today, he don't want to wake you up but he wishes he can give you a hug.

He does that for quite some time, tracing things on your palm while watching you waiting for sleep to come to him too.

From random patterns, to short words. He's now tracing random words on your palm, like you always do with his. You always do it randomly, in public or when it's just the two of you. Most times you spell out the word 'I love you' on his palm, that was actually how you said it to him for the first time. It took him some time to finally realize it, and when he did looked over at you with a surprised look. Saying the same three words back at you.

Right now he traces the word 'mine' in yours, while his mind wonders just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

He believes this isn't the only lifetime he'll love you, it isn't possible. Wishing hoping praying that in all alternate universes, however many there are, that version of him meets their version of you.

Suddenly feelings emotional, he sits up on the bed before reaching for something in the bedside drawer.

You're a light sleeper, especially when you're by yourself. The only time you really fall into deep sleep is when Jaehyun's with you. That's why when you hear some ruckus from Jaehyun's side, you wake up from your slumber

"Jae? You're home?" you mumble, your eyes still closed

"Did I wake you? Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep, I'm here" he whispers. He pulls you towards him, resting your head on his chest. You cuddle him more, making yourself comfortable again.

You listen to his heartbeat to lull yourself back to sleep when you feel him take your hand that was resting on him, he puts something on you before you feel his lips kiss your knuckles.

"What are you doing?" you mumble, opening one eye to peak at your hand only to see a ring that definitely wasn't there before you slept.

You open both eyes this time, sitting up to look at it then at Jaehyun

"Explain" you tell him, gesturing at your hand

"It's a promise ring, remember you used to wear one before we started dating. It took sometime but I finally replaced that one, I didn't want to freak you out on our first anniversary so I waited until now" he explains

"Is this real or am I dreaming?" you ask him

Jaehyun chuckles before sitting up, now face to face with you. He takes your cheeks in his hands before pulling you towards him for a kiss

"This is very very real, my love"

"It's so pretty" you pout at the ring, a simple band with a diamond on it. Like a leveled up version of the one you used to wear

"I'm glad you like it even though I kinda ruined the surprise" he tells you

"I thought it was an engagement ring, not gonna lie"

He kisses you one more time before he pulls you down, settling you on his chest once again. "We'll get there one day. This time I'll make sure it's a surprise"

"But I am surprised, I love this surprise"

"And I love you, that ring is a promise to keep my promise of forever with you. One day we'll get there, one day I'll watch you walk down the aisle to me" he mumbles against your forehead, sealing it with a kiss after

"I'd love that, and I love you too"

"Let's go to sleep now, dream of me okay?"

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writersblog20 · 1 year

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Hotel room and Mario kart

Pedro Pascal x reader

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Summary: When you’re traveling around the world with Pedro to promote your new tv series, but you were exhausted. You still had your studies, work and the promoting while traveling and it was just a matter of time when everything started to catch up to you, leaving you overworked and exhausted but luckily Pedro comes to the rescue.

Warnings: not proofread to any mistakes are my bad😅FLUFF, Being exhausted and overworked, mention of being overwhelmed, mention of vomiting, feeling like shit physically, Pedro being the sweetest and taking care of you. Fluff. Pedro with his Ipad.

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Hotel room and Mario Kart.

It were some tough couple of days. You were on the road with Pedro Pascal to promote a new series where the two of you would be a love interest. Before you started filming, you already had a crush on the older man but through filming it just developed more and more and you fell in love with your co-star. This was your big break through and you didn’t want to mess that up. Not only were you working on the new series, giving interview that just tired the both of you out but you were also in the midst of your (very busy) studies with a lot of assignments.

Even though your lessons were on the other side of the world, you followed them through zoom calls and what not. To make matters just a bit worse, you had exams already so you were stressed, extremely exhausted and tired and tried to hang on for dear life but today was just not that day and Pedro noticed it.

You were sitting in a different hotel for the interviews and as soon as they switched the interviewers, Pedro turned towards you while your make-up artist tried to touch up her work since the bags underneath your eyes and the visibility of your clenched jaw were very much noticeable.

“You okay sweetheart?” he asked you, since you answered all the questions with a tired voice. You tried to act okay but Pedro knew. He always knew. He knew how rough things got for you, also having some arguments with your teachers, giving you shit because why not? You were just done and were almost on the edge of tears. You just wanted to sleep, that’s all. You put all of your energy (What was left) in your smile and nodded but Pedro just raised his eyebrow.

“How many do we have left?” Pedro asked the assistance, wanting to bring you back to the hotel and force you to sleep. “We have 5 left.” She answered. Pedro looked back at you, worry visible in his eyes. “Listen, if 5 is too much for you, then we’ll call in sick.” Pedro gave you an out but you just shook your head. “No, I can handle it.” you told him and this time he nodded. “Okay. But if it gets too much, you tell me okay princess?” you smiled softly and this time it was a real one. Pedro placed his arm around you and pulled you in a side hug, giving a kiss on the top of your head.

The new interviewer walked in and gave you both a hand before sitting down. Pedro kept his arm around the back of your chair, his fingers softly drawing patterns on your back for comfort and reassurance. His body was slightly turned towards you. You had fun and that was really because of Pedro. You and him had such a wholesome relationship, making everyone in the fandom go feral about the two of you. But to be fair, he was the kindest soul you’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. He took care of you and looked after you but it got more at the point when you felt like you couldn’t do it on your own anymore. Pedro always, always had your back and stood next to you, holding your hand and facing whatever challenge you had coming your way. You would always do it together and you knew that he was here to stay.

After the last interview, you walked out of the hotel. Pedro’s arm around you and holding you close to his side. “I’m so proud of you mi corazon.” Pedro told you but you were too tired to react so you placed your head on his shoulder for a second and your arms around him. He stopped walking since you were giving him a side hug and he turned his body completely towards you, placing his arms over your shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug. His hand was on the back of your head and he placed a kiss on top of your head. He waited until you got out of the hug and when you did, his arm was around your shoulder again and your body tightly pressed against his side.

Pedro was so extremely worried about you. He saw how exhausted mentally and physically you were. The two of you always had some kind of physical contact but now even more. Pedro did not want to let go of you, scared that if he did, you might fall apart. Never in his life did he ever wanted to take care of someone this much. I mean obviously he was a VERY caring person but it was next level when it came to you. He felt so protective of you and wanted to safe you from all the bad in the world.

There were a lot of photographers outside of the hotel when you tried to get into the car. Everyone yelling your name or Pedro’s. You were so overwhelmed from everything around you that you felt yourself grow dizzy. Pedro noticed your instability and quickly looked at you, worry glazed over his face. “I feel dizzy Pedge.” you warned him and he quickly nodded. He wanted to get you into that car and he wanted it fast before you might pass out or something. Your whole body was shaking and your legs felt like jelly but not in a good way right now. The assistant and security backed the paparazzi off and created a path towards the car but the flashing lights just made you more dizzy. Pedro took your hand in his and he felt how much you were shaking. His heart started pounding from anxiety, worry and a slight panic when he saw how bad you were doing. He loved you but could hate how much you pushed yourself and how stubborn you could be. It was destructive behavior and he did not condone that.

He finally got you into the car with blinded windows before he got in the car at the other side. You tried to catch your breathing when Pedro’s whole body turned towards you. He gave you a slight unamused look at you, knowing that it was way too much and you didn’t told them your boundaries right now. But there was no time for being unamused. He helped you with your seatbelt and sat next to you. Pedro sat so close to you that you were sure that not even air could pass through. His arm already around you and pulled you into his side. You rested your head on his shoulder, his hand already on your head, massaging your scalp. “Try to close your eyes and get some sleep sweetheart. I’ll wake you up when we're at the hotel” Your hands were clung to his pink sweater. “I can’t really sleep in a car.” You told him, knowing from past experience. Pedro softly nodded “Then try to relax a bit baby girl.” You felt yourself flustered at his words and stared through the window from the driver.

Not even 5 minutes later you were completely passed out on Pedro’s shoulder. It was true that you weren’t able to sleep in a car but apparently not for this day. Pedro looked slightly at you so he wouldn’t move to much and wake you up. He saw you completely knocked out, slightly drooling on his sweater but Pedro didn’t mind it at all, happy that you finally got some much needed sleep even if it was just for a couple of minutes. The sweetest smile covered Pedro’s face like a sunshine when he saw you asleep on his shoulder with a bit of drool. He decided to stop at a store to get all of your favorite snacks and have a nice, relaxing evening.

Pedro didn’t want to leave your side but wanted to buy you some stuff so he carefully got a extra sweater that was in the back and placed it against the window so you had some sort of pillow. You stirred a bit but still asleep. Pedro carefully got out, the driver staying with you while he quickly went in. Pedro just placed everything in the shopping basket that he thought that you might like. He came back with two fully packed bags and got back in the car.

After 30 minutes or so, you finally arrived at the hotel and Pedro carefully woke you up. You woke up, utterly confused to where you were or what was going on while you looked at your surroundings. Pedro chuckled at your confusion as you quickly wiped away the drool. “Let’s get you upstairs so you can sleep some more baby girl.” he told you while helping you with your seatbelt. You were still in some sort of sleeping or dreaming state cause you had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on but followed Pedro blindly.

“Wait here princess.” He told you as he got out of the car and walked to your side, opening the door and helping you out. His assistant carried the bags while Pedro supported you with walking since you felt very weak. Finally you arrived at the hotel room. Your room was opposite Pedro’s and you got your keys out but Pedro softly placed his hand above yours. You looked confused at him. “You’re staying with me for a while so I can look after you.” he told you. You noticed that it wasn’t even a question or leaving room for debate so you just accepted it, way too tired and still confused. All you knew was that you felt a bit nauseous, probably from the lack of sleep and your body was catching up to you now.

Pedro opened his room and helped his assistant with the bags. “Can you clear her room maybe and transit her over to my room so I can keep an eye on her?” He asked her “Will do Pedro. I can get her stuff now and place them here.” She proposed. Pedro nodded and thanked her.

You didn’t hear anything from their conversations while you crawled underneath Pedro’s covers. The blanket didn’t cover a lot of your body but you were seriously too exhausted to even move, beside you were afraid that if you moved too much right now, that you might throw up. His assistant left the room while Pedro walked towards you, his eyes softening when he saw that you couldn’t even get the covers properly up. He got the covers and pulled them properly over your body, tucking you in. “Can I get you something sweetheart?” he asked you softly when he walked to the other side of the bed so he could see your face.

“Can I have some water and painkillers? I don’t feel so good.” Pedro’s face was written with sympathy. “Of course princesa, I’ll get it for you.” he told you and kissed the top of your head. You wanted to close your eyes but the nausea got worse when you did so you did what you thought was the best and that was: Laying as still as you possibly could.

Pedro came back with the water and painkillers. He could see from a mile away that you felt horrible with the minute so he took your sleeping pills with him. It was a necessary evil right now but you needed rest and sleep. Your body needed it. “Can you sit up for me princess?” He asked you when he sat next to you on the bed, his hands softly rubbing your back that was turned to him. You tried what Pedro asked you but as soon as you moved you felt it.

You quickly stumbled over Pedro who was confused but caught on quick. In between all the chaos, there was a knock on his door. “Come in!” Pedro yelled, knowing it was his assistant while Pedro followed you but you were so quick to reach the toilet. When Pedro sat behind you, he rubbed your back slightly and held your hair back. He was crouching behind you while you threw everything out. His assistant looked where the two of you were and it was only until she reached the bathroom. “Oh dear.” She spoke softly and felt sympathy for you. Pedro looked at his assistant with worry in his eyes. “I’ll be back in a couple of seconds sweetheart.” Pedro softly told you, making you nod.

Pedro stepped out of the bathroom and saw that his assistant brought all your bags in already. Pedro looked back at the bathroom and guided his assistant more to the side for some privacy. “Please cancel the interviews tomorrow. She really needs a day off and get some sleep because this is getting out of hand.” His assistant agreed with him, seeing the state you were in. “Yeah, I will. There still a lot of things left to do so try to get her better.” She more asked him than told him. Pedro looked back and nodded.

“Call me if you need anything! I’ll get it in no time, you know that.” Pedro nodded again while looking back at the bathroom. He really wanted to return to you right now. “I’ll probably need some things but I’ll text you that. I want to go back to her right now.” She nodded and whished him good luck before exiting the room so Pedro could go back to you.

You were still over the toilet when Pedro crouched behind you again. “I’m so sorry that you feel like this baby girl.” You nodded while wiping away some tears. You felt mentally drained and physically exhausted so crying right now was the most logical thing that you did. You felt like you were done and flushed the toilet. Your whole body was shaking from exhaustion. “Can you get my toothbrush please?” you could hear how weak you sounded. You had nothing left to give anymore. “Of course.” Pedro was quick on his feet and fumbled through your bags before getting it out and walked back to you.

Pedro helped you to get up and sat you down on the bathroom counter so you didn’t have to stand. “I should take a shower.” you told him, feeling disgusted. Pedro nodded but was worried that you didn’t have any energy left in you. “Do you need or want help with that?” he asked you softly. You shook your head “I’ll think I’ll be okay.” Pedro nodded “Yell if you need help or whatever okay? I’ll get you some clean clothes.” You nodded and Pedro walked out of the bedroom. He figured that between everything you might not have the energy to wash your clothes so he gave you some clean and comfortable sweats, a shirt and a hoodie from himself.

Pedro knocked on the bathroom door, announcing himself before stepping in. “Thank you so much.” You told him but you sounded bleak. Pedro gave you a soft sad smile “I’ll be right next to you if you need something so just yell okay?” you nodded and gave him a weak smile. Pedro closed the door and gave you some privacy.

You stood underneath the shower and it didn’t make you feel much better but at least you didn’t feel disgusting anymore so that was a win. Luckily, you did wash your panties and everything so you put that on with still shaky hands and pulled the oversized shirt from Pedro on your body. You felt more and more exhausted to the point that you just asked Pedro for help. You never liked asking for help. I mean you were always on your own and found it hard to let someone into your space but with Pedro it felt different. It felt safe and comfortable and that was something you’ve searched for your entire life.

“Are you okay princess?” Pedro asked you when he heard you ask for his help. “Can you maybe help me?” you felt a bit embarrassed to ask him but you really had no choice left. “Of course, can I come in?” he asked you “Yeah” you responded simply. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the closed toilet, struggling with the joggings from so much shaking. Pedro walked over to you without saying anything and got the sweats from your hands. He looked at you for permission and you nodded, accepting how it is now.

“Place your hands around my shoulders princess.” He told you and did what he asked. You stood up, clinging to Pedro while he pulled the sweats on. “These are very nice, thank you.” Pedro smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. “Do you want to wear the hoodie in bed or do you just want the t-shirt?” Pedro asked when you sat down again. “I’d like the hoodie as well.” Pedro smiled again and helped you in it. “You do skincare right?” you nodded with a smile that he remembered from what you’ve told him a while back. “Let me help you with that.” You nodded and repositioned on the bathroom counter again.

He already found all of your skincare since it was in the same bag as your toothbrush. He looked at all the different things confused and back to you, making you chuckle. “This one first.” You pointed and Pedro nodded with a soft chuckle. He applied it to your face with so much softness and gentleness that you thought your heart was going to explode. He repeated that process until it was done. “There we go mi amor. Is it better?” he asked you, making you nod with a soft smile and placed your arms around his shoulders again for a hug. You didn’t know why but you really wanted him to hug and cuddle you right now. Pedro was quick to apply and pulled you in a hug too, kissing your forehead, which was burning up.

“Let’s get you into bed and get some painkillers in you.” You nodded and Pedro held his hand out for you to take, which you did. You followed him to the bed and crawled in, feeling completely exhausted and already as if your body morphing into the mattress. Pedro got you a water bottle and your painkillers and sleeping pills. You saw them and immediately agreed. It was better to just take it and make sure that you were sleeping. So you took them and laid down. Pedro crawled in next to you. He already held his arm up so you could crawl against him. “Do you want to watch anything?” he asked you. You felt a soft smile creeping up on your face. “Could we watch Moonknight?” Pedro gasped dramatic. “Are you exchanging me for Oscar????” you chuckled. “No way! Never. I wouldn’t dare. Besides… you have baby yoda but I don’t think you want to watch the Mandalorian.” Pedro chuckled. “We’ll watch whatever you want. Even if that means I still have to look at my own face or well… helmet in this case.” You smiled at the sacrifice he was willing to make for you. “So what do you want to watch?” he asked you, “Moonknight please” you answered while your head rested on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and searched for the series.

When he found it, you both got comfortable. You held on more to Pedro and your head resting against his shoulder and partly chest. Pedro held you tightly. One arm wrapped underneath you as he drew circles on your back with his hand and the other arm wrapped over you. Both cuddled up together and finally the painkillers and sleeping pill kicked in. You focused on Pedro’s calm breathing and the sound coming from the tv when you fell asleep.

~time skip~

You woke up after a couple of hours and heard some soft sounds coming from besides you. You groaned, feeling horrible. Your whole body ached but you knew that it finally came up because you were resting. You turned around at the sound and found Pedro playing a game on his iPad with earbuds in. He looked at you when he felt some movement besides him. He got his earbuds out. “Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” he asked you with a soft smile. “Horrible. Everything hurts right now but I guess that was to expect.” Pedro’s smile turned sympathetic.

“Well, we have a whole day and night tomorrow off so you can catch up on some sleep.” You frowned a bit confused “Don’t we have a couple of interviews tomorrow?” you asked him. Pedro shook his head. “Not anymore. You need rest and it’s not as important as the other stuff so we’re both going to take a day off and you’re going to let me take care of you.” he told the last part a bit stern but guilt was written over your features. “If you’ll let me. you’ve been working way too hard and we both could use a day off. Besides, I can use you as an excuse now.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood which worked because you got a smile creeping on your face while you swatted his chest softly. Pedro chuckled.

“Want to order room service or something? I don’t know how the nausea is right now.” You smiled softly. “It’s gone now and I’m starving.” You told him both chuckling. Pedro got up to get the menu of the hotel and plopped back in his spot besides you. You let your head rest against his shoulder as you both sat up, looking at what food to order. “I think I’ll go for the pizza.” You told him and Pedro nodded. “Yeah that sounds good. I’ll think I’ll go for a pasta or something.”

After ordering and eating the food you plopped back into bed. Pedro wanted you to stay in bed but you decided to just eat your food at the table so it doesn’t mess up the bed. Besides, you wanted to move away from the bed for a minute. “So…. I might have bought something fun…” Pedro told you, making you look up in curiosity. “I bought it for myself and my nephews but I think we can play it already.” Your curiosity peaked. “What is it?” you asked him and he got a switch out. You chuckled “Of course you bought it.” you laughed, remembering how his iPad is his life and now he got a switch as well but you loved it.

“I got Mario Kart as well.” he told you and you smile brightened. “Should we play it?” you asked him with a mischievous smile “Should we?” he asked you with the same smile. You sat a bit back in your chair and hummed. “I think we should.” Pedro got excited and you both got up, trying to set it up and after 15 minutes, it finally worked. You both held your arms up in the air from celebration and plopped back on the bed. You laid down on your stomach while you chose your character. Your feet wiggling behind you. Pedro looked at you and chuckled before laying down next to you in the same position.

You started playing the game and both started to find it very addictive. You’ve lost a couple of times and won a couple of times. The two of you switching positions now and then to get more comfortable as you let your head rest on his stomach. In a break, you looked at your phone and saw that it was already 1 AM. You chuckled but knew that the two of you needed sleep.

“Pedge... It’s already 1 AM. We should call it a night and continue tomorrow?” Pedro smiled “Yeah sounds like a great idea.” You both took turns in the bathroom before laying in the bed again. You laid face to face. “I might buy some new games tomorrow.” Pedro thought out loud. “I actually think this was a great purchase.” Pedro smiled “Right?!” you both laughed and whished each other goodnight before turning around.

But you still felt energetic even though you were exhausted. You just couldn’t seem to get some sleep right now and stared at the ceiling when you turned on your back. Pedro was already laying on his back and apparently unable to sleep too. He looked over at you, to see if you couldn’t sleep either. “Can’t sleep either?” He softly broke the silence. “Nope. You neither?” you asked him and he shook his head. “Want to watch some funny videos?” you asked. “Always helps me sleep.” You continued but Pedro had the biggest smile on his face. “I can add this to my list of many reasons why I like you.” He told you, already sitting up to put a light on. You chuckled and sat up as well. You searched through Youtube and found ridiculousness. “Ohh I love this! I used to watch it back home.” You told him and Pedro didn’t need to hear more to press play.

You cuddled back against Pedro and he got comfortable as well. You both laughed at the show and the people in it. “This is amazing.” Pedro said, making you agree. “Thank you Pedge. For today and just in general.” Pedro looked at you with a soft smile. “for taking care of me and stuff. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t around. probably have a panic attack or something.” You chuckled out uncomfortably. “You are more than welcome. Thank you for letting me take care of you. I know that was out of your comfort zone.” You smiled. “Well, I trust you. don’t think I ever trusted as much as I trust you.” Pedro felt himself grown emotional just a bit but covered it up by pulling you into a hug.

You didn’t know how many episodes passed when you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. The following day, you both purchased a new game and played it the whole day between some naps and ate a lot of snacks that Pedro got the both of you from the store a day ago. It was a perfect day off and everything felt a bit lighter. You knew that it wasn’t over and so did Pedro but this was a step in the right direction and you knew that if you were unable to keep your boundaries, Pedro would help you. It would be all okay as long as Pedro was besides you and he wasn’t planning on leaving you.

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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 7 months

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Baby, Please Come Home | Bucky Barnes (1st Day of 🎄)

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Hello hello hello! Alondra here! I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I apologize if this is shit lol I’m doin a 12 days of Christmas sort of thing and I’m praying that this doesn’t flop 😅

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“Merry Christmas, doll.” I heard Bucky’s voice through the phone, his tone in a slightly higher pitch than usual. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, startling Alpine for a moment as she was just starting to fall asleep. She yawned and stretched out her little white paws in front of me, her claws peaking out as she started to climb onto my lap. The princess has spoken. Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here for a little while.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” I spoke. The realization that we’re not spending Christmas together this year comes fluttering to the front of my mind no matter how much I've tried to ignore it these past few weeks. The only sense of warmth I have of him in our house is some old shirts he left behind and our baby Alpine. She’s quiet and craves cuddles, just like her dad. “It uh… it doesn’t sound as good on the phone as I was hoping than in person, does it?” He chuckled out, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see me. “No, it does not.” I replied, clutching my phone close to my ear trying to imagine that he’s here right in front of me and his voice isn’t so staticy.

“You want to say hi to Alpine? She’s right here.” I looked down at the small animal on my lap as my hand began softly scratching her head. “Of course I do! Put her on.” I placed my phone on the arm rest and pressed the speaker button on my screen. “You’re on speaker, baby.” I heard him shuffling on the other end of the line before speaking up. “Alpine? You there?” The cat’s ears turned up and looked towards my phone. “You takin’ good care of your momma?”

She stood up and leaned closer to my phone, inspecting it. It’s like I could see the cogwheels in her head turn as she wondered how she could hear her dad’s voice if he wasn’t here. “She’s been keeping me company.” I smiled and heard him laugh on the other end. “Really?” He said. I could almost picture him smiling. “Yeah! We’re best buddies now. We have so many intellectual conversations.”

“I can’t wait to see it in person. I gotta get Sam to help me figure out how to take a video so I can just do it without messing up when I get home.” I chuckled at the thought of poor Sam having to deal with Bucky’s lack of phone knowledge and the constant bickering they’re bound to have. I swear, sometimes he really does act like a 100-somethin’ year old man. “Sergeant Barnes, you are something else.”

“Hey, you know I still have trouble understanding! I didn’t grow up with this kind of thing.”

“Then how is it that my grandmother is able to figure out Facebook better than you?” I laughed as he grumbled. “Your grandma had more time to figure it out! It’s not my fault she’s hip.”

I could just imagine what his face looks like right now. His eyebrows are probably scrunched up, his gaze is on the floor and his lips are pouty and just waiting to be kissed. I let out a chuckle and looked around our house. The decorations were put up soon after Thanksgiving. We played Christmas music in the background as we both decorated our tree, Alpine seeming to think this is another place for her to climb and make hers. Once Bucky put the star on top, everything just felt perfect, even though I knew I wouldn’t see him on the day of. “I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I tried my best to – ”

“Bucky, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I completely understand. Our line of work doesn’t exactly allow us to have vacations, sort to speak. I’m not holding it against you.”

“I know, doll, but still. I thought I would at least be home for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I know but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I could feel tiny vibrations on my leg as Alpine purred against me, my hand not stopping to show her love. She seems content. He sighed and spoke up once again. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I smiled. “I know you will.”

He cleared his throat as if he was trying to mask the sound of something. “Bucky… was that.. were you in a – ”

“Baby, did you get the thing that I sent you yet?” He cut me off as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Um.. no, no I haven’t. I haven’t gotten anything.” He let out a groan. “No? Are you sure? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas.” Alpine leaned in closer to my hand as I scratched the top of her head. “Doll, can you please do me a favor and keep an eye out for it? It could be arriving any minute.” I smiled to myself as I nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“I wanna hear as you see what I got you for Christmas.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Bucky, you know I will love whatever you got me, but what I really want is you and I don’t think FedEx can send people over like that.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe they’d let me if Steve was to put in a good word.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I laughed and Alpine stirred in my lap, a quiet reminder for me to not move or else she’s gone and she’s the only thing in this house keeping me company. I could hear him huffing on the other line as I tried to figure out what he’s doing. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“What do you mean where am I? You know where I’m at.”

“No, I mean are you outside? I could hear you huffin’ and puffin’. Are you trying to keep warm?”

“Maybe there’s another reason why you can hear me breathin’ so hard. I’m talkin’ to a pretty girl on the phone and she misses me just as much as I miss her.”

I stayed silent for a moment as I processed his words and gasped. You cheeky little fucker. “James!” My outburst along with Bucky’s laugh startled Alpine once more as she got up and left. “No! Kitty come back!” I could hear him practically wheezing in the background as she left to God knows where in our house. “What happened?”

“You made me scare Alpine out of my lap!” I whined as he continued to laugh at my expense. “Hey, you were the one who got the joke late and yelled, scaring our poor baby Alpine! That’s not my fault!”

“It is too! If you hadn’t made that joke, I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” I’m sure my face must be red from embarrassment as he continued on. “And to answer your question, with no hidden dirty jokes, I went out for a walk. I couldn’t stay in that hotel with Sam trying to find ways to decorate my arm with holiday decorations. Note to self, don’t let Sam buy tinsel and say it’s for the “tree at the Stark Tower”.”

I smiled at the thought of Steve being in the middle of these two teasing each other like children and not knowing which side he should take. Hearing his voice, even if it’s not crystal clear, makes me forget for a moment that he’s not here. There’s almost this sort of echo in the house that really makes you feel like you’re alone. It still breaks my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him to make him feel even worse about it. He’s trying his best and that’s all I could really hope for.

But I do wish he was here. Wherever Bucky goes, that’s home.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he said. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.

“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and leaned back more into the couch and got comfortable. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..”

“Trying to put the guilt trip on me even when you’re not here, baby?” I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “I’m just stating the facts.. oh, hey, one second! I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” I waited for him as he placed me on hold and began to browse through Netflix to look for some good Christmas films to watch.

Before I could go to my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring.

“Weird, wrong number…” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you!” I stood up, grabbed my phone and went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, baby. What is it?”

“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man too much, okay? Even if he is very handsome.” I laughed and shook my head. “Ohh, I don’t know Barnes. I gotta see what kind of a package I’m lookin’ at here.” I joked as he laughed. I walked over to the front door and opened it. My body stood still as my phone fell out of my hands.

“Delivery, for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish the sentence, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. I could feel and hear him laughing against me as his arms embraced me tighter into him. I could feel the cold air from outside come into the house, but I didn’t care. He was warm and he was standing at our doorstep.

He pulled me back so he could look at me and I could see a sheen of tears in his baby blues as he leaned down for a kiss. Both hands cupped my cheeks as he held me in place, his cold lips meeting my own. He’s grown out his stubble and it lightly tickled my top lip. I reached my hands up to tug at his hair and felt him smile against me as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking and looked down at me and laughed.

“Did ya miss me, doll?” I pulled him in for another kiss as he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” His metal hand moved a strand of hair away from my face as he continued to smile at me. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”

“I know I know but we managed to finish the mission early and catch a flight. Turns out, Steve doesn’t mind using the Captain America card to get on a plane while running late.” He chuckled. He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in to grant me one more kiss before pulling away to make a comment. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that I will try to be home for Christmas and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trash cans.”

Fuck…

“Oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other.” He winked as I playfully slapped his arm. “Let’s go surprise Alpine.”

“Ahh! That’s right!” He walked in and yelled out. “Alpine? Daddy’s home! Where are you sweetheart?” I closed the door behind us and smiled at the thought of him finally being home. He took off his jacket just as she came out from wherever she was hiding. He crouched down as she walked up to welcome him home. “Hey, you. Ya missed me?” He chuckled as he looked up at me.

“Doll?”

“Yeah?” He smiled up at me, his cheeks rosy as he uttered, “Merry Christmas.”

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extra credit - t.wolff

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: professor!toto wolff x college student!fem!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + mentions of making out + cliff hanger(there is no part two!) + the following acts are considered illegal/fireable + minor errors + lightly proofread!

a/n: I wrote this so fast the inspiration just hit me😅 please do not actually do this with your professor!!! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

failing. you’ve never in your life seen that big fat F in a grade book until you took toto wolffs class in sports team management. he was a tough grader, you knew that going into it, but you didn’t expect to see that letter taunting you.

you were swallowing your pride for the first time, you never needed extra credit in your life until this very moment. standing in front of his office, tail in between your legs as you knock on the door, feeling embarrassment and anxiety wash over you.

“come in,” you hear his thick Austrian accent from behind the door. you twist on the knob pushing it to reveal him behind the desk, glasses on the bridge of his nose and typical white button down shirt sleeves rolled. he looks hot, you have to admit.

and maybe that was your problem, you were too distracted by his good looks to even pay attention. you’re not the only one who feels this way, the girls beside you agreed he was attractive. it was hard to listen when his good looks got into the way.

“hi,” you breathe out hearing the door latch behind you. you slip your backpack off and take the empty seat across from him.

he removes his glasses from his nose and shuts down his computer, attention turning to you, “what can I do for you?” he leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. he’s intimidating.

you sigh, heart rate increasing by the second, “I just want to know if there’s anything I can do to increase my grade? I know it’s a long shot.”

a smirk forms on his lips as he leans his elbow against the arm of the chair, fingers running over his chin, “there is something you can do.” he nods watching your eyes light up, a little blush forming on your cheeks, heat thickens against your forehead as you nod for more.

“help me grade papers for my introduction class. just for a couple of days I’ll gift you a B, sound fair?” he offers, watching you lean closer to the desk, hand over your chest as you thank him for this opportunity.

“you won’t regret it, I’ll do whatever you need.”

—

it’s after dark, most of the professors have gone home the only people in the offices are you and Toto silently grading papers.

it’s warm in his office, you’ve gotten rid of your sweatshirt leaving you in just your tight fit crop top t-shirt. he’s sporting the same look he always does, rolled up sleeves, button up white dress shirt. he looks handsome, as usual but he can’t help it, looking up at you.

“what did you think of the last lecture?” he asks, deciding to fill the silence that surrounds you. he watches you look up from the paper you’re reading, big eyes full of youth that he just wants to swallow.

“I thought it was good.” you whisper feeling him watch you as you sink back into reading. you’re having a hard time concentrating, maybe it’s that you feel those brown eyes on you or that you were just so nervous to be in his presence alone.

“did you? or were you too busy mentally undressing me?” he rests his elbow on his messy desk, papers scattered all over. you’re caught, sure every girl in that class has probably got that same lust in their eyes for him, he just so happens to pick you out from the crowd.

you swallow the nervous lump forming, laughter escaping from anxiety, “I-I did think it was good.”

your hesitation makes him move from his side of the desk. he closes the office door leaving you both trapped in the heat of his room, “I know you feel it too.” he bends down, hot minty breath rushing down your spine, chills spread across you.

“professor Wolff, that would be against the law—“

“not if they don’t find out.” he cuts you off, the paper in your lap gets thrown to the side, his index finger brushes the loose strains of your ponytail, “and it’s Toto. I don’t like professor Wolff.”

he sits on the edge of his desk, thick thighs nearly bursting out of his black slacks. he’s big, you can see that and it’s taking everything in you to try and remain calm. try and find that paper you’re reading, but your hands brush against his leg, he’s bending down, eyes closing his lips end up on yours.

“will that kiss get me an A?” you don’t want to pull away, his lips are soft yet firm, it’s everything you’ve dreamt of. you’re sure this is a dream, but when you sit down on your pencil and hear it crunch, you know it’s real.

“say what you want and I’ll give you an A.” he leans back in, and you close the gap, fingers raking through his shaggy brown hair. you don’t even know what you want, this kiss is just enough, you’d be embarrassed to ask for more.

“just this is fine.” you whisper in between breaths of the heated session, not only are you sweating from Toto’s grip against your hip, but you’re suddenly aware of the warmth in the room. that there’s no exit out of this.

“I know its not. say what you need.”

“you,” you moan against his lips, fingers pulling on the buttons that aren’t undone already, “I want you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

he shows you that, teeth nibbling on the skin of your neck, lips trailing down until he gets to your shoulder, the parts that aren’t exposed but he still finds a way to suck on the skin. his hands are undoing your bra, he’s a natural at the art of multitasking.

he’s almost got you on your feet, about to ride his thigh when the sound of the janitor outside his office comes into your ears. both of you pause hearing a knock, “mr. Wolff, you in there?”

he pushes you off of him, you’re trying to slow your breath down by chugging your water, as he cracks the door open, “it’s a late night, I apologize.” he makes small talk with the janitor for a moment, two of them bid their goodbyes and soon enough you head the vacuum running and the door is closed once more.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“for what?” you ask, moving closer to his body that’s leaned up against the door, “you’re saying you don’t want to finish this?”

he chuckles, hand running over your cheek, “we will finish this extra credit tomorrow. I need more time with you.”

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☀️Chapter 2

Series Masterlist ❤️ Summary: Bucky struggles to deal with your beau, and he struggles to deal with his feelings for you.

Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Miles gets worse, implication of being stuck on the toilet iykwim, a bit of anxiety, a goofy moment or two(it's me, what can I say, I love humor), lemme know if I missed something.

A/N: Hopefully this lives up to the first one 😅

Previous Chapter

(Divider credit: @firefly-graphics)

Bucky didn’t need enhanced hearing to hear your cheers and screams from your room with Wanda. He figured it was girl stuff. But when you came to him the next day and told him about your plans, he was thrilled. Not because he adored the beach necessarily, but because you were excited, and wanted him to join you. He was smiling until you mentioned your dreaded boyfriend was going too.

Bucky did not like Miles. Granted, Bucky hadn’t spoken much to the guy. But he could just tell this guy didn’t deserve you, and was secretly pissed you spent any time with him. And no, he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.

He’s not jealous. Like at all. Nope.

Nuh-uh.

…

Okay, maybe he’s a little jealous.

Fine, he’s really fucking jealous that all of your affections aren’t for him.

But can you really blame him? You’re his sweet, perfect, beautiful inside and out, heart of gold, best friend. Bucky had a hard time making friends with the team, but you were there, you were patient, and you were loving. All he wants is just a little more love from you, but how can he ask that when you’ve practically given him the world?

For your sake, Bucky was promising himself to behave. He didn’t want to ruin your vacation, but it was going to be tough to convince you that he’s having the time of his life when really he’s thinking about all the ways he could make Miles suffer. For a second, maybe two seconds, Bucky told himself that maybe he would really get along with Miles. But that hope was very quickly squashed on the plane.

“I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom.” You stood up and squeezed passed Bucky’s seat and into the aisle. Miles had requested the window seat, which was fine, because Bucky preferred the aisle seat. Made for an easier escape.

Bucky assumed that it would just be silent while you were gone, but Miles had a different idea.

“How long have you had a thing for her?” Miles asked, voice casual, like he was only asking what the weather was.

“Excuse me?” Bucky’s jaw dropped.

“C’mon. I know guys and girls can’t be friends.” He smirked, and leaned closer. “We pretend, but we only really want one thing from them, and it’s not their friendship.”

“Speak for yourself.” Bucky scoffed.

“I’m gonna be real with you man. You didn’t get the girl. It happens, you know? But she’s not into you. Do you not feel embarrassed following her around like a lost little puppy?”

“Fuck you.”

“Just being honest with you.” He put his arms up in defense.

Who the hell did this guy think he was, and how on Earth did he manage to get you?

“Do you even fucking care about her?”

“Of course I care.”

“Then you should know how important it is to her that we get along. Don’t get me wrong, you don’t like me, and I really don’t like you. But for her sake, and hers alone, I’m choosing not to smear your blood over the window. So how about it, yeah? You can drop the douche act, we can play nice around her, and then ignore each other when she’s gone.”

“Whatever.”

DAY 2: SATURDAY 🐠

The girls left about mid-morning for their spa day, leaving the guys on their own to figure out lunch. Bucky had tried to sneak out to the bar, but Vision intercepted him, asking him where he was headed. Bucky told him, Vision asked if he could join, and whoop-de-doo, Miles overheard and invited himself along.

Bucky left Miles and Vision—who looked marvelously human suddenly—at a table in the back and grabbed a seat at the bar. Bucky spent a while just sipping his beer, and occasionally glaring back at Miles.

“Ya’ look down, Mate,”

An Australian accent shook him from his trance. Bucky looked up to see a skinny and tanned man looking at him from behind the bar.

“I’m fine.” He waved off, looking back down at his bottle.

“Fine? You’ve got a nasty scowl right about there,” the guy paused his wiping of the counter and broadly gestured to Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky growled.

“It’s that prick, right over there, isn’t it.” The man nodded his head in the direction of Miles, who at the moment was staring at a group of women at a different table.

Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“How do I know? Because you keep looking over at him and doing this weird thing with your face.” He mimicked a passive face, and curled his face into an exaggerated snarl when he looked over at Miles. He repeated the motion three times.

“Yeah, well the guy is a prick.” Bucky grumbled, lifting the bottle to his lips.

“He seems like one alright. I’ve learned to smell them.”

“Then he must stink like shit to you.”

“What’s his name?”

“Miles.” The word tasted foul on his tongue.

“And how has Miles wronged you?”

“He’s just a massive dick.”

“That’s it?” He flung the white rag he was using to clean over and onto his shoulder.

“And he’s dating my best friend.”

“Bingo.”

“It’s not funny.”

“Cool it, mate, I’m not saying it’s funny. I just recognize a complicated situation when I see one.”

“He’s not good enough for her.” Bucky went to take another swig, but the bottle was empty. “Can I get another one of these?”

He nodded and swiftly grabbed another beer.

“So you like her, eh? Or just protective?” The bartender asked, handing Bucky the bottle.

Bucky blushed at the feeling of being caught.

“Say no more, friend, I hear ya’ loud and clear.” He grinned and winked. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed, and used his left thumb to pop off the cap of the beer with ease.

“Can I give you some advice, my friend?”

“Something tells me you’re going to let me hear it no matter what I say.”

“Ah, a very smart guy.” He chuckled and then leaned in. “You’ve got to make the wave.”

“What?” Bucky halted the drink at his lips, about to take a sip.

“Nothing’s going to change if you sit around moping.” The man shook his head. “Still waters are going to stay still unless something interrupts them. You’ve got to jump in and make the wave, let the waters rock, and see where it brings you.”

He considered this briefly, but his anxieties overtook him.

“But what if she doesn’t love me back?” Bucky hated the subtle shake in his voice.

The man sympathetically shook his head.

“You can’t be afraid to act as a catalyst for love.”

Bucky basked in the words.

Maybe…maybe you and him could work? It had to be worth a try, right?

Before he could ponder it any further, a booming voice interrupted. Bucky looked up to see a woman in a crisp white button down shirt exit a back room.

“Fuckin’ hell, not again. Oli! You don’t fuckin’ work here! Get out!” She shouted, spittle flying from her mouth as she pointed aggressively from the man in front of Bucky to the doors.

“Gotta bounce, mate, good luck!” The man threw the towel off his shoulder and jumped and slid over the counter before booking it to the exit.

Who the—what just?

Bucky sat in shock for a minute before moving on.

After another hour of Bucky drinking, thinking, and constantly checking his texts for a message from you, Vision proclaimed that he was ready to leave, as was Miles. The three made their way to the car, and Bucky drove them back to the house. Bucky settled himself at the kitchen table where you had set up your shell collection. Miles was sitting on the couch, doing who knows what. Vision had excused himself to analyze the ocean, whatever that entails.

For the next thirty minutes, Bucky was sorting through the shells, first organizing them by color, then size, and was part way through organizing them by what he thought were your favorites, when his phone finally dinged. He instantly stopped what he was doing and turned his phone over to see if you had messaged. He sighed and sunk further into the chair when he saw it was just a wrong number.

Bucky heard a laugh and looked up to see that Miles had been watching him.

“You’re obsessed! I see you checking your phone every two minutes. Promise dude, she’ll tell me when they’re done. Chillax.”

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

Breathe in two, three, four… out two, three—

“Don’t you think playing with shells is kinda girly?”

Kill. I’m going to kill him.

“What happened to us not talking to each other when she’s not around?” Bucky seethed.

“That’s so fucking boring.”

Bucky’s phone buzzed again. He checked it, but it wasn’t you.

“I’m pretty sure between the two of us she’ll text me when they’re done. Not you.” Miles raised his phone for effect.

“That’s funny,” Bucky gave a humorless laugh.

“It’s fact. I’ll let you know when she texts, okay bud?”

“No, she’s going to text me, and I will not tell you when she does.”

“You’re delusional—”

“Hello, Bucky, Miles.” Vision greeted, suddenly coming in from the back doors. “Wanda has just told me that they are done with their spa treatments. I am going to pick them up, I will be back shortly.”

Vision took the car keys and went out the front door.

After a couple awkward moments of silence, seeing that you in fact did not text either of them, Miles found his composure and resumed his smugness.

“Guess she didn’t message you after all,” Miles feigned a pout.

“She didn’t message you either, dipshit.”

Soon enough you arrived back, and you, Bucky, and Miles settled on the beach. Wanda had decided to take a nap inside, and Vision followed her.

You laid back on one of the lounge chairs, Miles to your left, and Bucky to your right.

“How did it go?” Bucky asked while rubbing in sunscreen to his legs.

“It was so relaxing,” you sighed and closed your eyes, “magic hands I tell you. I got a back massage, a seaweed wrap, a mud bath—which was kind of cold and gross, but once I got used to it, it was really nice.”

“Babe, let me help you with your sunscreen,” Miles suggested, gesturing to your back.

“Oh, thanks,” you sat forward.

Miles moved to sit next to you on your chair and opened the sunscreen. He gave Bucky a nasty smirk, one that said, Jealous, much? But Miles paused right before squeezing the bottle.

Bucky watched as his face transformed from smug, to confusion, to fear in the span of three seconds.

“I’ll be right back,” Miles rushed the words, dropped the bottle, and booked it back inside.

“Miles?” You questioned, but he was already gone. “What happened?” You asked, swinging your head to Bucky.

He was just as confused as you.

“I’m not sure?”

“I should probably go after him, right?”

“I don’t know, he seemed to want some space.” Bucky offered.

As if he would ever tell you to leave him to spend time with Miles.

“Yeah, I guess so…”

You went ahead and started rubbing in sunscreen to your arms and legs.

Bucky heard a faint buzz. He picked up his phone off of the side table to see a number he didn’t recognize had texted him.

Unknown what the hell did u do to me??

Another text came in before Bucky could react.

Unknown you mothrfucker what did u put in my drink?

Bucky Who is this?

Unknown stop fucking around dickface i know its miles *i **u

Bucky I didn’t touch your food or drinks. When would I have even had time?

Miles idfk? fuck i had oysters i bet those fuckers gave me bad oytsers y/n’s not anwsering her phone tell her to pick up her phone

Bucky I’m pretty sure she left it inside.

Miles give her ur phone i need to talk to her

“Buck, I don’t know if he’s coming back anytime soon, could you please help me get my back?” You asked, completely unaware of the conversation he was having right then.

Bucky looked at his phone and then to you and smiled. “Sure thing, Doll, just let me send one quick text.”

Bucky I’ve got to go, she asked me to help her get sunscreen on her back.

Miles dont touvh her u freak ISTG BUCKY

Bucky put his phone down with a smirk, and set it to silent.

You scooted forward to give him space to sit behind you. He took the lotion from your hand and squeezed a modest amount onto his right hand.

“Ee!” You jumped a little when his hand met your back. “It’s cold,” you giggled.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, and went about rubbing in the sunscreen. He brought his hand up to your left shoulder and carefully lifted the strap in order to slide the sunscreen under.

Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this? God, don’t be a pervert, Bucky. This is completely normal, just a friend helping a friend.

He switched to the other shoulder and you sighed.

“It’s like I’m back at the spa,” you joked.

He couldn’t help the blush in his cheeks. He was grateful you were turned around and couldn’t see him.

“Thanks Buck,” you gave him the sweetest smile when he was done. “Do you need help with your back?”

“Um, yes please.”

You switched positions to where you were now behind Bucky, and you grabbed the sunscreen lotion bottle.

“What book is that?” You asked, referencing the novel peeking out of his bag. You opened the bottle and poured some into your hands.

“The one you leant me, The Soul Dancer, I’m about half-way through.”

“Do you like it?”

“I really do.”

“Ah! I’m so glad! I thought you’d like it. The main guy character really reminded me of you. The whole time I was reading it, I was just thinking, Bucky would love this.”

“What book did you bring?”

“The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson. I really like it, I’ve got about fifty pages left.”

“Should I read it after you?”

“If you want, sure. I don’t know if you’ll like this one as much, there are some parts that I think could be a little triggering.”

Bucky liked the feel of your soft hands on his back. He relished in it. He missed your touch. It’s not that you never give him physical contact anymore, it just seems to be a lot less since you started dating Miles. He just wishes you’d hug him more often. Hell, just pat him on the back, or something!

“I miss you,” Bucky mumbled quietly.

“Hm?” You asked, finally taking your hands off his back. “Did you say something?”

“Nope,” he lied.

You and Bucky basked in the sun and read quietly together for about thirty minutes before you decided, much to Bucky’s dismay, to check on Miles.

Bucky put his book down and lied back, closing his eyes.

He thought about the day you told him about Miles.

Bucky had made his way to your room and knocked. You opened the door with a towel in your hair.

“Want to watch a movie tonight, Doll?” He grinned, leaning against your doorway.

Your eyes flashed with regret.

“I’m sorry Bucky, I can’t tonight. I actually have a…well, I have a…”

“What, a date?” Bucky joked.

“Yeah, actually.” You gave a short laugh and looked down.

“Oh.” Bucky failed to hide the shock in his voice. “I didn’t—since when?”

“I met a guy at a bar last week. He asked me out.”

“That’s nice.” He stopped leaning and stood up straight.

“Yeah, I think so too.” Your voice drifted as you started fidgeting with the belt on your robe.

“What’s his name?”

“Miles.”

“Last name?”

“Bucky, you don’t need to go do a background check on him.”

“Just curious.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Is he good enough for you?”

“It’s only the first date, Buck.” You chuckled.

“Okay, okay.” He stood there for a moment, and neither of you said anything. “Well, have fun.”

“Thanks.”

2 Months Later

“Bucky?” Your quiet voice crackled through the speaker of his phone.

Bucky paused the show he was watching—well, more so playing in the background as his thoughts wandered—and looked outside. It was the dead of night.

“Hey, what’s up? Where are you, I thought you were with your boyfriend?”

“I am, I’m at his place…he’s asleep.” You whispered. “I snuck out of bed, I’m in the kitchen. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I don’t know.” Your voice barely trembled, but he caught it.

“You sound upset. Talk to me,”

“I don’t know, everything was fine, and then I just started spiraling.” You sighed. “I’m stuck in my head.”

“Do you want me to come pick you up?” Bucky asked, already standing up and on his way to grab his keys.

“...no, I feel like I should stay. Can you just stay on the phone with me for a bit? Please.”

“I’m right here Doll. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you.” A strangled sound came through the phone. “I just started feeling really…really alone. I know that sounds stupid, Miles was right there, but I don’t know.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid.”

Bucky was honored you trusted him enough to call him, but he felt a pang in his heart from your sadness. He wanted to give you the biggest hug, wrap you in his warm arms and kiss the top of your head.

“I just feel really overwhelmed and I don’t know why. I wish I had stayed home and hung out with you instead.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come get you?”

Your words got faster.

“I want to leave, but I feel like I can’t Bucky. I-I mean, do I leave a note? A text? Should I wake him up and tell him? I really don’t want to do that, god, I don’t want to bother him, I don’t want him to see me like this, fuck I don’t know what to do.”

“Doll, breathe. You will be okay. This will pass. Just send him a text, you don’t need to wake him up. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you,” you murmured.

“I’m on my way, stay on the phone.”

A voice pulled him out of his daydreams.

“Hey, Bucky,”

“Wanda, hi,” he greeted, and lifted his sunglasses.

“Where’s our girl at?”

“Think she’s looking after Miles.”

Wanda scrunched her eyebrows.

“Bad oysters.” He explained.

“Yikes, I see.” Wanda gestured to the open chair next to him. “Mind if I sit?”

“Be my guest.”

“Speaking of Miles…” Wanda started, leaning back on the chair, “what do you think of him?”

“What? Why?”

“Just curious. As one of her best friends, I figured you had an opinion.”

“One of her best friends? I am her best friend.”

“I don’t know, she loves me a lot,” Wanda teased. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“Miles? He’s Miles. There isn’t much to say.”

Bucky shrugged. He really did not want to talk about Miles.

“Hm. Well I think he’s cute.”

“You what?” He balked.

Don’t tell me Miles has got Wanda wrapped around his finger too?!

“I mean, cute enough, I guess. I still think she could do worlds better.” Wanda continued.

“Are you fucking with me?” Bucky shot up in his seat and swung his legs around to face Wanda. “She could do universes better, Miles is a shitstain in a toilet bowl.”

“I knew you had an opinion.” She giggled.

“Well obviously I have an opinion. She’s my best friend. We are best friends.”

“You’re one of her best friends,”

“Wanda, do not take this from me. I have one thing, and that’s her, just let me have this one thing.”

“I’m messing with you Bucky, I know you’re her best friend.”

“Thank you.” He calmed, and slowly layed back down.

“I’m a close second, though.”

“I’m fine with that,” Bucky accepted.

He looked out at the ocean and admired the great blue. The sky had started to darken, great gray clouds trembling in the distance. He watched the waves crash onto the shore, remembering how blue and calm the sea was only thirty minutes ago.

“Look at how big the waves are getting,” Wanda commented.

Bucky had noticed, alright.

“A storm is coming.”

A/N: Thank you so so so much for reading!

If you have the time and feel so inclined, I would love to hear your thoughts, but no pressure!! I know people are busy/shy, and that is completely okay. Thank you truly for just taking the time to read!

#bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky angst #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes series #bucky series

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fictionismyreality3 · 6 months

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Bucky when you’re on your period

Warnings: periods

Notes: EVERYBODY has imagined one of their comfort characters helping them through their period ☺️ right guys! … guys? 😅

he honestly didn’t really know what a period was

being 100 years old does have its drawbacks 😭 and nearly had a heart attack when he saw you bleeding for the first time

you had accidentally gotten blood on your bed and he started freaking out

“What happened? What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?!”

after laughing your ass off you explained everything to him

that led to him going to Nat for advice and she also laughed her ass off at him

he would do a bunch of research on his own

would probably stay up late reading everything from science journals to blog posts because there’s just SO much he missed out on

He doesn’t really get it at first, and ends up treating you like your fragile

You have to keep reminding him that this has happened to you every month for years

but he still insists carrying you or at least getting things for you

bought you a bunch of supplies with Tony’s credit card

ended up going to tony to get him to install heating system in his arm so he could act as your own personal heating pad

lays with you for as long as you want, his joints don’t get stiff because of the serum

will shoot death glares at anyone who tries to wake you up if you’re taking a nap

“Shut the fuck up, Stark. You’re gonna wake her up.”

holds you during said nap

he’ll be googling iron rich recipes for you to eat

Wanda ends up stepping in and showing him some of her favourites after he nearly burns the tower down

brings you tea all the time

you’d actually probably have to ask him to stop, because you end up surrounded by half touched cups by the end of the day

encourages you to get moving, but never forces you and will be a vegetable with you if you don’t want to get out of bed

#bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #headcanon #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

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pleasingsatellite · 2 years

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Bestie can write to Instagram where the reader is dating Harry and she is a person with a normal life, outside of this celebrity world, and one day Harry makes the mistake of commenting on one of the photos of the reader with his public account.

I’m just going to use harry’s actual finsta as his finsta in this post 🫶🏻 but act like no one knows it him lol

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yourinstagram today drained me.

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yourfriend its giving dramatic

yourfriend is must be draining being so pretty, don't know how you do it every day 😐

↳yourinstagram someone has to do it 🤷🏼‍♀️

scottysakamoto yeah getting coffee and looking pretty exhausts me too, I know how you feel.

↳yourinstagram In my defence the coffee shop is like a 30 minute walk from our hotel

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hsdaily harry walking around nyc today with some friends!

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harryfan1 I love when my man wears a hat backwards damn 😅

harryfan2 the little curls peaking out of the sides will do it for me everytime

harryfan3 I thrive when fratrry makes a debut

harryfan4 Apparently he was spotted at a coffee shop with some girl later in the day anyone know who she is?

↳harryfan5 nope, probably just a friend

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yourinstagram hot girl walk of the day

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yourfriend slayyyyyy

yourfriend whatcha listening to?

↳ yourinstagram this indie singer named harry styles, you probably don't know him

scottysakamoto Is this why you arent answering my texts??

↳yourinstagram oh I've been gone for like an hour calm yourself

yourfriend ya'll stress me out, harry's fans are like the FBI they're going to find his finsta eventually

↳yourinstagram hehe it's fun though, I like having a secret 🤭

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yourinstagram heyyyyy

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yourfriend damn no photo credits?

yourfriend lil miss new yorker

harrystyles come back to the arena I miss you

↳yourinstagram HARRY OMG WRONG ACCOUNT

harryfan1 omg wtf who is this why is harry commenting on her pictures?

harryfan2 shut up harry has a finsta, the scottysakamoto account is his all his friends and family follow it 😧

↳harryfan3 is this his girlfriend??? Is this who people have said they saw him with???

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harrystyles Love on Tour. New York City V. August, 2022.

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harryfan1 so we just not going to acknowledge the elephant in the room

harryfan2 rip singlerry, you'll be missed

harryfan3 had a whole girlfriend this entire time huh

harryfan4 you guys are so dramatic like no wonder they were so secretive

harryfan5 okay but she's really pretty too bad ya'll made her private her account

jefezoff ........call me.

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yourinstagram going private, thanks harry 🫶🏻

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yourfriend girl I saw this coming!!!!

yourfriend at least you look really hot as you have your privacy invaded

scottysakamoto .......oops

↳ yourinstagram delete this account immediately 😐

yourfriend I can only imagine the amount of follow requests you and harry both have right now 🤭

↳ scottysakamoto I don't even think the number I'm looking at right now exists.

↳yourinstagram I had to turn my phone off from the notifications

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harrysatellite I found these on y/n’s instagram before she went private they’ve been together for so long and we didn’t know at all literally how?

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harryfan1 I didn't even think harry hiding a gf was possible

harryfan2 I don't know how no one found anything out until now like I'm pretty sure they've been dating for over a year

harryfan3 she's really pretty, does anyone know anything about her?

↳ harryfan4 from what I can tell she's super normal like went to college and all that

harryfan5 pretty sure they met either through mutual friends or something like that, it looks like she lives in London

harryfan6 I think everyone just assumed she worked for him when they were spotted together or if she was at his shows

Enjoy! Sometimes writing comments gets hard so this was fun getting to write from friends and harry's finsta :)

#harry styles fake social media #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles #harry styles headcannon #harry styles fic

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daydreamingatnight209 · 2 months

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I’m not sure on how I feel about this one, but I’m posting it anways 😅🤞

Feedback is welcome - Hate is not ✨💕

“My Best Friend, My Girlfriend, My Everything”

Colson Baker x Female Reader

Warnings - Slight angst, fluffy ending 💕

Prompts used: Credit goes to all original owners -

1. "How drunk are you?" "V...Very." "Drunk enough not to remember tonight? "Hmm." "Good. I love you. And I'm tired of being just your best friend."

2. "He will never know that I like him." "Why?" "Because I'm just one of the million stars, and he's the moon.

3. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you.

4. "Wow those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes... Of course I'm being sarcastic! Get over here and let me stitch you up!"

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Most would think that traveling with an international superstar who also happened to be your lifelong best friend, would mean hitting the jackpot in life. But realistically after a month stuck surrounded by testosterone in such close quarters with a bunch of men who often act like overgrown toddlers , you can’t help but begin to feel like a glorified babysitter. You suppose it doesn’t help that you also happen to be ridiculously in love with said best friend.

After one particular show, you found yourself back on the tour bus while the others went out to celebrate another successful show.

Just because you were Colson’s friend, didn’t mean that you didn’t have your part to play. You liked to feel useful so you took up a part time role, sharing managerial duties with Ashley. This time you found yourself working with Sam to provide visual content for the fans and ensure that Colson’s schedule was running smoothly.

When the quietness you’d been experiencing over the last couple of hours suddenly ends, You couldn’t help but internally roll your eyes. climbing out of your bunk you go to see what all the commotion was about.

You enter the main sitting space and your mouth swings open in shock. In front of you Colson’s face was caked in blood and his clothes were stained with the same substance Rook was laughing hysterically at him and Slim had a smirk on his face, which he attempts to cover when he sees the look on your face.

“What in the actual hell happened here?!” You exclaim.

“Y/N helloooooo”

Colson rushes over to try and embrace you but you hold him at arms length, not wanting to get covered in his blood.

“Look at this, how cool does this look!” He says giddily, jumping around like an overgrown puppy, trying to show the jagged cut that seems to run down his forehead.

“Oh yeah really cool, those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes.”

Colson looks at you with glassy eyes and a slightly confused expression on his face and a pout on this face.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Yes, of course I am being sarcastic! Get in there and let me stitch you up!” You shout out in frustration and worry. You leave him alone for one night and this happens!

Grabbing his hand you force yourself and his tall frame into the tiny bathroom cubicle, with the first aid kit under the sink.

Colson collapses down onto the toilet seat as you begin to clean his face.

He winces softly as you clean around the wound and begin to apply the temporary stitches.

“How did this even happen anyways?” You ask him as he fiddles with the loose threads on your jumper.

“Rook said I couldn’t do parkour over a car, so obviously I had to prove him wrong” he mumbles, the amounts of alcohol he had consumed during the night finally catching up with him.

You couldn’t help but sport a small smile on your face, because of course it was something just so stupid.

Once you were satisfied with your work, you pack away the first aid kit and attempt to pull him up but Colson just pulls you down easily onto his lap and wraps his long arms around your frame.

“You are that best person I know Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you as my friend”

How drunk are you?" You whisper as you lean against his chest.

“V...Very."

"Drunk enough not to remember tonight?” You asked curious.

Normally Colson’s memory no matter what he drinks is top tier.

"Hmm yeah, probably” he answers, resting his head on your shoulder.

At that response and the fact that you didn’t want him falling asleep in the tiniest toilet possible you stand up and grab is hand once more. He doesn’t protest when you lead him to the back of the bus to where his bedroom is.

He throws his weight into the bed and watch him crawl under the covers.

“Night Kells” you whisper and go to exit the room to head back to your own bunk.

Before you can make it through the sliding door, your best friend speaks up, his voice raspy and slightly needy.

“Stay with me?”

You hesitate at first, not really knowing If you could handle being that close to him for the entire night. Your heart was already beating twice as fast as it should, but you aren’t really great at denying Colson. You never was. So when a cracked, “please” leaves his mouth, you cave and climb under the covers with him.

It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim him but the same doesn’t happen for you. You’ve lost count of how many times you and Colson have shared a bed over the years but where he sees friendship, recently you’ve been struggling to stop the lines from blurring.

Colson wraps you up in his arms subconsciously, like he’s done so many times before, yet this time you find yourself frozen as you stare softy at his peaceful sleeping face.

“I love you Colson Baker. I love you and I'm tired of being just your best friend."

A tear escapes your eye, letting it fall, you wait for what feels forever for sleep to fall over you.

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The next morning you are up and out of Colson’s room before he awakens and do your best to avoid him and any awkward conversations that the day might entail. You weren’t exactly to ready to find out if he remembered his night.

No one really picks up on your behaviour and you think you made it through the day perfectly, before Ashley corners you backstage at soundcheck.

“You like him don’t you? In fact it’s more than that … you are in love with him”

Knowing that you can’t hide the truth from your friend, you look her in the eye and give her a sad smile.

“He can never know that I like him."

"Why?" Ash questions you.

"Because I'm just one of million stars, and he's the moon, he deserves so much better that me”

You slightly cruse the tears that begin falling once more and do your best to wipe them without ruining your make up.

Ash gives you a soft smile and shakes her head.

“I’ve seen the say that boy looks at you. You may think he’s the moon but he looks at you like you’re the one holding his entire world. Last night should have been enough evidence! It was you he wanted to patch him up, it was you he wanted attention from and it you he wanted to hold. It’s always you. It’s not about what you can give him or what he can give you, it’s simply about the love that you share and the happiness you provide each other. He doesn’t want to be Mr international superstar with you. He just wants to be Colson, your Colson.”

After her little speech, Ashley leaves you alone as you try and process her words. But you weren’t alone for long as a voice behind you startles you.

“She’s right you know.”

You gasp and turn to fave the voice you knew all too well.

“Colson! What the hell?!”

“She’s right” he repeats.

“Right about what exactly?”

“You might think I’m the moon, but you are my whole world. You are more than just a star, so, so much more.”

“Colson…” you close your eyes, unsure on if you want to have this conversation, but realistically you knew there was no escape.

Colson stalks forward, invading your personal space and holds your chin in his fingers so that you are holding direct eye contact with each other.

“I heard you last night… your confession. I wasn’t really asleep and frankly I’m surprised I remembered this morning. In all honesty i was going to pretend until you felt ready to have the conversation but after hearing what you said to Ashley, well I couldn’t pretend anymore. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you. I can’t believe it took stupid dare inflicted injury and a single moment in a tour bus bathroom for everything to fall into place”

With shaky hands, your fingers touched the small wound on his head and caressed it lightly.

Not trusting your voice, you whisper out a quick response, “I’m so happy it did”.

Colson takes that as cue to plant a kiss on you, a moment you felt as if you could live in forever, before he pulls away to look at you.

“I’ll love, protect and cherish you, forever. My best friend, my girlfriend, my everything.”

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 9 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫)

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×A/N×

Hi! I really wanted to write some LiS stuff, because I didn't write awhile of this fandom. 😅

I still love them very much! 🥺😭💕

Btw I will definitely do this with LiS 2 as well-

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff!, everybody is kind, no assholes, really, just fluff, petnames, no pronouns used for Y/N (The Reader), the reader can be in a relationship with them!

Fandom: Life is Strange 1

Character(s): Max Caulfield, Mark Jefferson, Chloe Price, Warren Graham, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Rachel Amber, Frank Bowers, Y/N|The Reader, Pompidou (mentioned)

Ship(s): Y/N | The Reader x the characters

Type: Headcanons

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(The gifs, pictures are not mine! Credit to the original creator!)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: by your side by flatsound

“Counting weeks

Getting more familiar with how you speak

While you're away from me

But I don't want to say goodbye

Because it's safer when I'm by your side”

Max Caulfield

Physical Touch

• she saw that something bothers you

• you are frustrated

• you opening to her with tears in your eyes

• she will definitely give you a tight hug and little kisses to comfort you

• and won't let you go until you are finally feel comforted

Rachel Amber

Quality Time

• chatting, playing on a train what nobody knows where it goes

• dancing in the sunlight

• going out in the middle of the night

• sneak into cinemas to watch free movies

• hiding and listening songs on the junkyard

• drinking and shooting ✨😌

• just feeling free with Rachel Dawn Amber

Chloe Price

Acts of Service

• if somebody hurts you

• she will definitely fuck that person up

• or at least threat them

• when you are feeling down, she will bring you to your favourite snack to cheer you up

• she even does the dishes as well 😳

Nathan Prescott

Physical Touch

• i know

• he doesn't seems that type of touchy people

• but trust me

• hugging each other as tightly as you two can

• it will definitely give both of them some comfort

• you guys won't need any words

• you just need each other close

Victoria Chase

Receiving Gifts

• almost everyday she surprises you with something

• some netro but cute pencilcase you saw and liked? No problemo

• want to wear matching outfits with your bestie but it's over 300 dollars? Where's the problem?

• You are really appreciate it

• but you often say that she don't have to do this

• but she just shrugs because she knows that you are happy from it

• and she loves it when you are happy

Mark Jefferson

Acts of Service

(i would give him the reveiving gift as well, but no sugar daddy mark yet-)

• he doesn't have that much time because he is a teacher ofc

• and there's the dark room as well

• but even if he is tired he does the dishes

• cooks you breakfast when he wakes up earlier than you

• (with a soft kiss!)

• when you are tired or sick he take cares of you

• makes your bed

• when you are tired he carries you to the bedroom

• helping you with the school projects

• (plus: kisses and sleeping together while watching a movie)

Warren Graham

Physical Touch

• I belive that this guy is the BEST at the comforting!

• will hold your hand to give you some motivation and strenght

• and will squeeze it to show that he is here with you

• for comfort he hugs, kiss and holds you

• "You are not alone Y/N. I'm here for you."

Kate Marsh

Quality Time

• study together

• drawing doodles on class when the teacher is not looking

• and giggling of them

• watching a movie or sleeping together after a long day

• listening stories from her of the Bible (even if you don't care, you just know that it makes her happy)

• helping her with the book writing

• writing cute messages on class for each other• bunny petting time

• just talking peacefully in her room about some random things

Frank Bowers

Words of Affirmation

• "You are too good for me, Dear."

• will hug you for comfort while whispering sweet and encouraging words in your ear softly

• he will listen you quietly

• will use Pompidou for the comfort and for the cuddles

• saying "I love you!" multiple times on a day

• "I love you, hon!"

• or

• "You look stunning as always, honey!"

• petnames all the time

• sweety, honey, babe and etc.

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scarletwinterxx · 2 months

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wait for your love - haechan scenario

hellloooo so this one is a request. I've mentioned it before, i'm still not the best at writing angst but I try😅 when i saw this request, a few scenes immediately popped in my head. Hope you like it🥺 also I was listening to We Can't Be Friends by Ariana on repeat while writing this.

Also a short anecdote, when I saw nct dream last year during Sorry, Heart stage I literally bawled my eyes out. Like full on ugly sobbing in my seat haha I was okay during the first verse but when it got to Haechan's turn to sing the chorus the tears just went falling like waterfalls

ANYWAYSSSSSS

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

and if you want, u can buy me coffee(totally optional but any donation is very much appreciated!) thank you🥺💛

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2024 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"What are we then?"

Those words shouldn't scare Haechan as much as it does. He hates it too. He hates how he can't say it to you but he doesn't want to let you go either.

He hates this grey area the two of you are in now.

"We're us. Isn't that enought?" he asks back

"For fuck's sake, we've been seeing each other for what? like 2 years now? And until now you still can't commit? I can't call you my boyfriend, you don't like it when people ask if we're dating"

"Because it's none of their fucking business"

"Well it's my business, I'm asking you right now, what the hell am I to you?" you stare at him, waiting for an answer. Any answer.

At this point hearing him say you don't mean anything to him would make more sense than the usual silence he'd give you.

"Baby, please I don't want to argue" he mumbles

"See, this is what you do all the time. I'm not a play toy. I'm not some past time you can call whenever you're bored, Haechan. We're adults now. I've invested my time, my feelings, a fraction of my life to you. For this. And you can't even answer me, is that too much to ask? Am I too much?"

You look at him, waiting for him to argue back. You didn't know it was this draining to be in a relationship or situationship or whatever it is you have with him. At some point you got tired of asking him what this all means. When it's clear he's not going to answer you, you stood up from your seat

"I can't do this" you whispered

"What?"

"I can't. I can't do what you're asking, Haechan" you speak clearer this time

He waits a few moments, letting the words sink in.

"What do you mean? I thought you said... you said we can"

With every word he tries not to show he's breaking right and the only thing keeping him together is you, and here you are about to slip through his fingers.

"We can't keep all promises, right? Like how you promised you'll try. This isn't trying."

"Baby-" "Don't" you cut him off. You know it will be a lot harder to walk away if you hear him call you that, it's already hard on you now.

"This is me letting you go" were your last words to him before walking away. You wipe the few tears that escaped, plastering a very fake smile before taking the first step away.

One of many you'd try to take just to get away from this heartbreak.

You would want to say that's not how it ended, that he changed his mind and finally mustered the courage to call you and say what he's really thinking. You want to say that he came the next day and surprised you, knocking on your door holding sunflowers for you.

But no.

After that day you never heard from him again. When you got the (unspoken) message that he'll never try to reach out and fix things between the two of you, you blocked him on everything. Your friends didn't ask questions, you went on with your life. Trying your best to bury and let that part of your story go.

From spending every day and most nights together to being strangers. You acted like he never existed to cover up the hurt you're feeling.

It's been over a year since that. You haven't really cried about it. Not even the day after he left. It's like you're just a shell now. You locked everything in a pandora box in your head, to be forgotten for the rest of time.

"Hey did you hear Dreamers new song?" your roommate asks the moment she steps through the door. You were sitting on the dinning chair, stacks of works and your laptop infront of you

She hears the song playing in the background, "Of course you have, it's good right?" she smiles

"Mhm, I like it"

"Sorry, Heart. Definitely an anthem for the broken hearted" she says withouth meaning out, "I meant like you know it's a sad song" she adds

You chuckle, she probably thinks this song is very fitting for you and you kinda agree with her.

"Anyways, I'm going to the lounge later. Want to come with?"

"Sounds good, I actually need to go out, stretch my legs and get some fresh air"

"Okay, let's leave after lunch"

You met with other friends at the lounge, chatting and sharing notes together. It was a good way to pass time. These days you find that it's best to keep yourself occupied so as not to think about things you'd rather not think about. You kept yourself busy. Finding random hobbies, fixation. For a while you liked running after class, then you got into baking, then crocheting. Activities that keeps you busy, distracted long enough not to remember.

One day you were at a record store, your newest hobby. Browsing for a new record to take home. Today out of the days you forgot to bring your headphones so you hum along the music playing in the store.

While reading the back of the record you were holding, you hear it.

A familiar voice you haven't heard in a long time, a voice you didn't think you'd hear again.

Your head shoots up, looking at the other side of the aisle.

You'd know his voice anywhere. You can be inside the loudest room and you'd still be able to single out his voice.

There he stands right across you, signing out your favorite bands newest song while he has his headphones on. Probably not realizing he's singing a bit too loud.

When Haechan felt someone staring at him, he looks up not expecting you to be looking back at him. He blinks a few times, comtemplating if this was all a dream or he's going crazy and started to hallucinate.

Immediately you put back the record you were holding and ran out the store. Once again leaving Haechan behind.

You're already far by the time he takes the steps to follow you, thinking this time he's not going to make the same mistake but you were already gone.

He knows you blocked him. Of course he tried to call you but his efforts were shut down when he couldn't reach you or his messages won't deliver.

Similar to you, he tried to find distractions. To drown out the thoughts, he drinks, goes out to parties, too many nights he drunk texted you, saying how much he missed you only to see it in the morning unsent. Most of the time there's music directly blasting through his ears. Music being his only escape from his own thoughts, if he's left long enough it's like his own mind is beating him up.

That's how he got into collecting records. He was on the look out for this new record so he decided to drop by the store that day. He didn't expect to see you there.

Out of all the places he'd see you again.

He's not going to lie, he imagined this moment many times before. Even rehearsed what he'd say to you when he see you again but now that it happened he just froze on the spot.

Just like that it's like he back in his room, watching you walk out his door for the last time. He's back to square one.

It's been weeks and no sign of Haechan. It's a good thing, you think.

Also you've been subtly avoiding going to public places just in case you accidently see him again. You thought you're ready, but the moment you saw him it's like all of these emotions you've repressed since you left came back again.

Your roommate finally convinced you to come out. A few of you were gathering for karaoke night. You almost said no again but you need a night out, one more night in your room might just drive you crazy.

"Oh my gosh, girlie you're hereeeee" one of your friends squeals when she saw you walk in the room

"I'm here as a spectator, not to sing" you tell her, accepting the bottle of beer she hands you

"Alright by me, you better cheer the loudest when I sing"

You got invited to karaoke night. A couple of students from campus got together tonight to hang out for chill night. Even though you don't really sing, you do enjoy hanging out with your friends.

You were talking to another friend when suddenly you hear the intro to a familiar song being sung by a familiar voice.

왜 이리도 쉽게 토라지는지? (Why do I become mad so easily) 내 맘이 작아서 너무 한심하지? (It's pathetic that my heart is so small right?)

You look over the makeshift stage to see Haechan holding the mic, singing out one of your favorite songs.

어떻게 널 볼까? (How can I see you?) 밤새 뒤척인 맘의 조각들 반짝이지 않아 (I toss and torn all night The fragments of my heart don't shine) 난 알고 있는데 내가 할 수 있는 건 (I know it, what I can do is) "I'm sorry", 그 말뿐이란 걸 (Only those words)

Before the chorus starts, Haechan looks through the crowd finding you. He looks straight at you as if he's singing every word to you.

Words you wished you heard from him a long time ago.

Tell me why I let you down Any chance I get, I'm breaking down 잘못인 걸 다 아는데 (아는데), 왜 힘든 걸까? (I know I'm at fault but why is it tiring?) To tell you that I'm sorry, heart

For the rest of the song the two of you look at each other. You listen to him, imagining it was really him who was saying those words and not through the song.

When he finished, you stood up to go outside and get some fresh air.

Of course he's here. Luck was never on your side and fate seems to like playing jokes on you.

Haechan watches your back, giving the mic to the next person before following you out. You hear the footsteps behind you, knowing who it might be without looking back.

You're now at the rooftop of the building, a fewer people were hanging out here than inside. Feeling another presence beside you but they haven't said anything yet.

Even though you already know who it was, you don't say anything instead you get another beer from a nearby cooler and passing it over to Haechan without a word.

For a while neither of you said anything, watching the view in front of you.

“I get flashbacks when I see you and not the good kind” you finally speak out loud

“You’re saying that like I was the worst thing that ever happened to you” he snickers, holding the bottle up to his lips to drink his beer

He really didn’t think you’d talk to him or even acknowledge his existence at all. But now here you are, at some rooftop at a party he least expected to see you.

He’s trying not to be too obvious but he can’t keep his eyes off of you. Maybe it was the way the light hit your face, or how the cold breeze was hitting his skin and yours. The moment he arrived he was kind of hoping to find you here tonight. He knew some of your friends were coming, you did use to have the same circle of friends until he started to distance himself.

He's glad though knowing you found good people who'll be there for you.

He's looking at you again, not being able to stop himself. It was at this moment he realized. Realized something he never thought he was ever capable of ever doing again.

Feeling. Loving. Falling and accepting.

The sound of horns from cars and the murmuring people in the background, the city lights in front the two of you and the stars as the witnesses. Witness for something that’s about to unfold.

It was scary. This new found knowledge scared him.

In the past it was scary to him to even think about being tied down. To be committed to someone. All of this comes from his fear of failing. He wanted to tell you that before, the last day before you ended things between the two of you he wanted to let you know the reason why he couldn’t set things straight with you was because he was scared of letting you down. He was scared you might feel trapped.

It's wasn't you who was too much for him. He was the one who felt like he was too much for you. He thought he was being too fast, too careless. His fears got the better of him, costing him a future with you.

You walked away and everything in his life got worse. Like the only light in his life was extinguished.

Right now feels like that one chance to get things right. Even though he still feels scared, this time he’s willing to take that risk for you.

There are other things to be scared of, like your gaze. It was the way you were looking at him.

Like you can just consume all of him with those eyes. How you’re saying a thousand words with them without saying a single syllable.

One look into his own eyes and he's ready to surrender everything to you.

“Do you really want to hear my answer to that or are you still emotionally unavailable?” you ask, taking a sip of your own drink.

“At what point did you realize you liked me? Like really liked me?” he asked instead, all he got was a laugh from you. You were laughing out loud like it was the funniest joke you’ve ever heard.

“We were watching a movie, I mumbled something under my breath. I think it was something along the lines of ‘oh that’s so cute’, talking to myself. Then I felt you hold my hand, you kissed it before holding it in yours for the rest of the movie. It’s not the grandest gesture but at that moment I felt so content. It was all I wanted but I knew you didn’t think the same way” you smile sadly recalling that memory. Giving him an answer, wondering why you did.

"I guess I never said sorry, I'm sorry"

You shrug, taking another swig from your drink. "What's done is done. I would say no hard feelings but I kinda do hate you for what you did"

"Good. I'd be sadder if you said you didn't care. Hate isn't the opposite of love, it's indifference" he says

"Was that what you felt for me before? Indifference?" you can't help but ask, in your mind you're not sure if you're ready to hear his answer but it's too late to take it back

He shakes his head, drinking the rest of his drink before standing straight to face you

"I felt more for you, more than I ever said. In that I was wrong, I admit. I should've told you. It might be no use in telling you now, but I did feel something for you. I was being stupid and was too scared to admit it"

"Then why are you telling me now?"

"Because I realized not having you in my life is scarier than the thoughts in my head. I was too scared of my own mind, I sacrificed you instead when I shouldn't have. I could've told you. I wish I told you"

You listen to him, letting it sink in. For so long you asked just what went wrong, what you could've done differently or what would've happened if you stayed.

"I waited, I waited until you told me you liked me. But the more I waited, the more I started to not like myself. I knew I deserved more but I stayed because I wanted to be with you. You were always first to me" you say

Hearing you say those words breaks something in him. He did like you, he still likes you. Haechan has always kept a safe distance from everyone, you were the only exception.

"I'm glad we got to talk" you say to him with a smile, then you walk back inside.

This time Haechan didn't follow you because he knows this won't be the last time he sees you.

"Oh my gosh, so that's what happened between the two of you?"

After that conversation with Haechan, you went back to your place and called it a night. The next day your roommate noticed you were staring blankly into space, out of concern she asked you what's wrong. You told her all that happened in the past 24 hours then you told her all about your history with Haechan.

"Yep, I haven't seen him around campus that much after that"

"You know, one of his friends is my blockmate and we go to the same gym. I heard he did an exchange program for a year, maybe that's why you haven't seen him around" she tells you

"Oh really, he did mention it before. Maybe he went through with it" you mumbled

"So you guys were like in a situationship then?"

"I guess so. We weren't exclusive, but he was the only guy I was seeing for like 2 years. Remember when I was barely home"

"Oh! That was him? He used to like send food here all the time whenever you were busy studying"

"What?"

"Oh my god I forgot to tell you that? yea this was like when you guys were a thing. During exam season or when you're busy with reports and stuff, he'd drop off food for you" she tells you

"I thought you had those delivered"

"Girl no, half of the time he leaves it at our door. The only reason I know is because I caught him one time and he fessed up"

No, you definitely didn't know that.

Haechan never told you. He never told you anything. At some point you thought it was better to not ask instead of being met with silence as a reply.

One thing you know though is he's the type to take action rather than say it. You won't be surprised if he did it before, he might not be good at expressing himself but he never passed the chance to make you feel like you're the only girl in his world.

It feels like that was another lifetime ago, that at some point in your life you'd rather be the backburner than totally lose him.

Seeing him again was no help. It's like you spiraled down again. You thought he didn't have this effect on you anymore but you were wrong. You'd be lying if you say you haven't thought of him since you saw him last.

What you didn't know was Haechan felt exactly the same. He's trying to think of a way to reach out to you without seeming to needy, he didn't want you to think he's forcing himself back into your life.

Another week has passed and still no sign of you. He decided to get drinks with his friends, he's a few drinks in when he decided to call it an early night. This really wasn't where he wanted to be.

He's not sure where he wants to be. All he knows is his night would be a thousand times better if he sees you, even just a glimpse.

On his walk back to his place, he plucked a branch from a random plant. Picking out the leaves one by one, leaving a trail behind him.

You're on your way back from the library, deciding to get some midnight snacks first. You noticed the scattered leaves on the road, chuckling at the sight. The more steps you take, you slowly realized it's the same path to your apartment.

You slowed down, looking around to check if anybody was close to you but the street is empty. You grab your phone in your pocket just in case, while you hold your keys with the other hand.

When you're nearing your front door, you see someone sitting at the steps. Head lying low, you can't even see his face but you'd know that brown mop of hair anywhere.

"Haechan?" you called out for him

Haechan looks up, seeing you walking towards him. At first he thinks he's dreaming, he wipes his eyes to clear his vision. Even pinched his arm to check if this was real.

You're here.

He's here.

"What are you doing here?" you asked once you're standing right in front of him

"I grabbed drinks with Yangyang and Jeno, I swear I was walking home. I guess I got confused" he mumbles, now holding a branch with no leaves on it.

You look at it, then looked back at the trail of leaves behind you.

"Do you want to come in? Go drink some water or coffee first before you head back" you offered

"Are you sure?" he asks back, standing up from the steps

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't. Let's go inside, it's getting chilly"

He steps aside to let you go first, following behind you. The elevator ride up to your floor was quiet, even after going in your apartment Haechan didn't say a word.

"Here, have some water. I can make coffee but it's too late to drink it, do you want ramen or something?" you ask him while getting the snacks you got out of the grocery bag

"Do you usually ask guys to come in with you and cook ramen for them?" he asks

He meant to only think of it, but with the little amount of alcohol in his system seems to have turn the filter off.

You snicker at his question. Instead of answering him, you grab two ramen cup noodles from your cupboard and turn the kettle on. You wait for the red light to turn green before pouring it in the cups, bringing it over the kitchen island and taking the seat beside him.

"I can't even order late night snacks without thinking about you, we used to do it all the time when I came over at yours or when we're having late night hangouts. You ruined a lot of things for me" you finally say

Haechan just looks at your profile. Even though you say it like that, there's really no trace of anger on your face. Maybe you are, but to him you look so pretty and cozy. He wanted to beat himself up for ever thinking he can walk away from this. From you.

"For what it's worth, whenever I get drunk I used to text you all the time. You probably blocked me because the messages never got delivered. Every morning I see that on my phone, message after message until I lost count. I knew you weren't going to answer but I still did it"

"Why?" you ask him

"I missed you. I wanted to tell you I was being stupid, I wanted to beg for you to take me back. But all of those thing I could only say with a bit of help from alcohol. That's how I knew I couldn't go back, not yet anyways. You deserved more than drunken confessions"

You look over at him, for the first time since that night you really look at him. The same eyes that used to feel like home to you.

He looked so different yet the same.

You still feel the same.

"It's been 3 minutes, you hate soggy noodles" you nod at his ramen. Opening your own cup to start eating. Neither of you said anything after that. It wasn't awkward, you actually enjoyed the quiet.

For the first time since Haechan came back and you saw him again, your mind was at peace. You weren't overthinking things. You weren't wondering your long list of what if's.

It's like a part of you knew he's finally here again.

After the quick snack session, he helped you clean up before walking towards the door.

"Thank you for the uh snacks and water" he didn't know what to say, a shy Haechan is a rare sight so you can't help but smile.

Haechan sees this, he can feel his own cheeks redden. You still look so beautiful when you smile, so beautiful that he's ready to fight anyone who makes you smile that isn't him.

"Go home, it's late. You're sober now right?" you ask him

"Yea, I'm good"

"Okay, don't want you getting confused and going to someone else's front door"

"I promise I won't drunk text you again so will you unblock me now? Or if you have a new number you can text me or whatever. Actually you know what, do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Don't listen to me, I'm just blabbing now"

You can't help but giggle at him, the action making Haechan's heart skip a few beats.

"I'm imagining this is how those drunk texts would sound like" you say

"I missed you, Y/N" he mumbles

You don't say anything. He can hear his own heartbeating, each thump like it's the last then you're smiling back at him

"Goodnight, Haechan"

He smiles at you, waving goodbye before finally walking out. He gestures for you to close the door behind him, only leaving after he hears the lock from the other side. He skips back home.

The next few days were back to normal, you weren't feeling gloomy. You were going out with friends. All in all, you're in a great mood.

"Hey, somebody left this outside. Tell me I'm crazy but is this from Haechan?" your roommate hands you over a small bouquet of flowers with a paper bag full of snacks.

"Uh yeah, I think so"

"I know things didn't end well between the two of you, but the boy is still so whipped for you" she mumbles, watching the small smile on your face

"Maybe it's just a peace offering"

"Right, well whatever it might be I say go for it. As long as you're happy"

You look up at her, shocked to hear that all of a sudden "Isn't that what you're worrying about? You really think I didn't notice it, you were listening to Sorry, Heart on repeat the other day then now you're listening to love songs. If he's it for you, then give it a chance"

She left after that, leaving you alone at home.

You take the gifts Haechan sent to your room, putting the flowers in a vase. You see a small note attached,

xx12131xxx just in case you lost it or changed your number. - H

You get your phone and dial the number, it's still in your phone. You unblock it first before you click call, waiting a few rings before you hear his voice

"Y/N?"

"How did you know it was me?"

"I wasn't expecting anyone else, and uh it looks like you didn't change your number"

"Oh yea uhm so you're unblocked now" you told him, not really sure what else to say

He chuckles, "Thanks, so I'm guessing you got the flowers and the snacks?"

"Yeah, thanks by the way. Why though?"

"You shared your stash with me the other night, just wanted to pay you back"

"You didn't have to, I offered. But thanks again"

"Hey uh are you busy right now? or tomorrow or really whenever you're free"

"I don't have anymore classes today"

"Do you want to go grab coffee or food or anything really. Whatever you want, my treat"

If someone told you you'd be going out to get drinks with Haechan, you'd say they're out of their mind. But here you are, visiting a new cafe you've never been to with a guy you thought you'd never be with again.

"I'd get the taro milktea, thanks"

"I'll take this one" he points at the drink in the picture, "And two of the cookies please, thank you" he pulls out his card to pay for the both of you. When you got your drinks and food, you walked back outside to sit on the vacant seats. The weather was nice, it wasn't too hot or too cold. A perfect day to be out.

You open your drink, taking a quick sip while Haechan does the same. You notice he made the face, like when he drinks or eats something sour.

"It's lemon flavored isn't it?" you chuckle, taking the drink from him and giving yours to him instead

"No, it's fine. I'll drink it"

"You hate anything sour flavored, I like lemon it's fine" you sip his drink, it does taste good but you know he won't like it

He watches you get the cookies, breaking it in half before giving him the other.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. You're too in your head again" you tell him

"Sorry, I was just..." he's at lost for words, but this time not for the wrong reason.

It's like his mind can't put what he's feeling in to words.

"Did you get the record you were looking for?" you ask him, changing the topic

"Huh?"

"At the record store"

"Oh I wasn't really buying anything, I was just browsing around. They didn't have the vinyl version of the album I wanted, I'll come back some other time" he tells you, taking a sip of your well now his drink.

"You were singing to the Dreamers, you know them?"

"I know a few songs, Sorry, Heart is good. I like that one"

"Me too. You sounded good when you sang it" you complimented him, this made him smile shyly at you

"Isn't it a bit too sad?" he asks, you shrug your shoulders

"I like it, although my roommate said I've been playing love songs these past few days" you shake your head, remembering what she told you

"Thank you by the way" Haechan suddenly says

"For what? You paid for our drinks"

"I meant for agreeing to get drinks with me. I was an asshole to you. All the time I was gone, I was thinking about how to make it up to you. That is if it's okay with you" he tells you.

He mentally pats himself on the back for not messing that up. Maybe slowly he'll learn how to speak his true feelings, he just hopes you'll be there to listen to him. Even though it took him this long.

"The last thing you asked me was what are we, I was being stupid. I wanted us to be more. I wanted us to be official but I was always scared to say it. I don't know why I was ever scared of committing, I could've been with you. That's my regret"

"Haechan"

"You're not a playtoy to me or just some past time whenever I'm bored. You were never too much for me. If anything I was the one who lacked. I don't blame you for walking away, I deserved that. I needed that so I could finally grow up"

You listen to him. You listen to him finally say the words you've been waiting to hear from him.

"This time I want to do it right, I want to take you out on dates, be there to go on night walks with you, go buy records we'd listen to, whatever you want to I just wan to do it with you. If you'll still have me"

The last words was barely a whisper, like he's scared to say it outloud, scared you might turn him away.

Haechan feels his heart beating wildly again, one day he might pass from arrest he thinks. Then you smile at him and it's like everything in his world stops.

You lean over, kissing the corner of his lip lightly. It was so quick but to him it felt like long time

"All I wanted was that, when it gets too much in your head you can talk to me. I'll listen. We don't have to walk away from each other" you tell him

"I'm sorry" he whispers

"I forgive you, the same way I forgive myself from everything that has happened. We need to heal from those wounds for us to move forward"

He smiles at you, he didn't even notice he got a bit teary eyed until a few tears escaped. He wipes it away before looking back at you again.

You stand up from your seat, holding out your hand to him. He looks at your hand then your face then your hand again before intertwining it with his.

There wasn't a destination in mind, he's probably thinking the same. The two of you just walk where your steps lead you to, with him following beside you holding you close to him.

Haechan looks at your hands, a smile forming on his face. He leans towards you to kiss you on the head, the action making you smile too.

"Thank you" you hear him mumble. You didn't say anything back but he felt you grip his hand tighter. Squeezing it three times.

And he knew everything was finally going to be okay. This time, you won't let go.

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yourusername and jackharlow Going on tour together? Yeah we never imagined that, but here we goooo, y’all ready?????

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billlydear · 1 year

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Hi ;) It's me again 😅 What about a fic where Reader has her periods and, you know, it's just Billy being there for her to help her get comfortable and taking care of her. 🥺 Maybe she is too embarassed to tell him at first but he notices she isn't feeling well so eventually reader tells him the truth to ease his worries. Like he doesn't get a damn thing about how periods work so maybe he goes to Max and asks her to give him some tips ? I know it's very scattered and a bit over the place, but I figured it would be very fluffy and sweet you know. 🤍 But of course you know best, so really if none of this inspires you be free to just ignore this 😅😂 Thank you so much ! Your fics make my shitty days better. 💕

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A/N: I'm so happy that you like my writing! I hope you enjoy this, too, I'm sorry it's a bit late 😅

Max dreads the sound of Billy's heavy footfalls outside her door. They're light and stealthy when they need to be, but when no one else is home, Billy stomps around like a soldier.

She preps herself for an infuriating conversation before the door even opens, and when it does, it slams against the wall. It tries bouncing back, but Billy's arm stops it as he stands tall in her doorway.

"What?" She demands with narrowed eyes.

"You're a girl."

She fakes an incredulous glance down at her chest, "Oh my god. You're right! All this time, and I've never known."

"Cut it out." He snaps, eyes ablaze, "I mean, you're a girl. So you know how girls work."

"We're not all clones, y'know." She scoffs, "What, are you having trouble with Y/N?"

"Yes," Billy huffs, "She's in a mood."

"So? How am I supposed to help?" Max's nose scrunches, "She hasn't told me anything."

"Because you're always in a mood!" Billy finally crosses the threshold of her doorway, sitting on her bed even when she slams her feet against his leg to try and shove him off.

"Listen, I dunno what's wrong with her, she just gets off in her head or something, and she's all weepy and shit, 'real pissy. She refused to eat any of her lunch today just 'cause one of her chocolates melted and got onto her bag of chips. It wasn't even touching them, it was just on the package. And- and fuck, there's, like, no sex.

"Ew!" Max's mouth falls open, brows furrowing, "Gross! I- God, Billy. I mean, have you ever thought about asking her?" Max stares at Billy, unimpressed, "That usually helps."

"No, Maxine, I have not," Billy gripes, "Because it comes and goes. When I finally decide enough is enough, and I go to ask her, it is enough. She just goes back to normal."

"Well... Is it, like, a recurring thing, then? Like, every Friday or something? It could be a weekly quiz in a class she doesn't like, or a family dinner routine she's not thrilled about."

"Not even weekly," Billy muses, "It's, like, every couple of weeks or something. I dunno."

"Wait." Max finally folds the magazine she was reading shut, her fingers trapped inside to hold her place. She squints at Billy, "Your girlfriend has been getting pissy every few weeks, crying often, having intense mood swings for days at a time, and being... conservative with her body, and then like magic it just goes away one day?"

Billy calculates her words in his head, nodding silently.

"You're so stupid," Max guffaws, resuming her casual flip-through of a cosmopolitan she shouldn't have in the first place, "Go talk to your girlfriend, butt-brain. And whatever you do, don't act grossed-out."

"Spill." Billy demands, turning his head to stare at you where you sit in the passenger's seat.

"What?" You look over at him warily, "Spill what?"

"Whatever's making you all sad and shit," Billy waves a hand, and it hooks back onto the wheel despite not needing to. He's parked outside the movie theater, waiting for you to confess.

"I'm not- I'm not sad and shit, Billy." You promise, but the way your eyes widen momentarily makes him realize you're covering up, "Don't worry about it, okay? I got, like, no sleep last night. I'm just really tired."

"Yeah, well, I don't doubt that." Billy murmurs, running a thumb under your eyes. It catches the skin there, sensitive and baggy. "But there's something else. I.. I asked Max, and she said I should ask you."

"Oh." You supply lamely, cheeks burning at the thought of your boyfriend's younger sister knowing you're on your period. "Uh, it's really not anything super important, if you just wanna move on it'll be over in a few days."

"No," Billy shakes his head, curls flying, "I wanna know now. I'm trying to be supportive, don't you want to talk about it?"

"I- I appreciate that you're being supportive," You nearly cry, embarrassment flooding your chest that Billy takes as despair, "It's just.. kind of embarrassing? I'm- I'm on my period, okay? That's all. It's just making me a little crazy."

"Oh."

Billy, admittedly, does think it's gross. Not because of the whole misogynistic-natural-body-processes-are-gross type deal, but because he's only ever seen blood as a result of injuries like cuts, so thinking about it coming from your vagina makes his own parts ache, and not in a good way. Even if he knows you're not cut up down there, that it's natural and that the bloodshed itself doesn't hurt, it'll take a while to reprogram his brain's perception of blood. But he'll get over it, after all, you have to.

"O-kay," He drops one hand from the wheel, reaching out for your own that's laying limp in your lap. "So, like, walk me through this. My mom didn't stick around long enough to have any talks with me, and if Susan tried I'd kill myself."

"I just need to be sad sometimes, or- or irrational. Even if it seems silly to you, don't tell me that, it'll just make it worse. I have to get it out."

"Okay," He shrugs, "I already don't tell you when I think you're being silly, y'know. I'm not in the habit of insulting you."

"I know," You can't help the smile that curves soft over your face, "I just mean, like, stuff might seem really dumb sometimes. But just go with it, okay?"

"Okay." He repeats; a promise, "Oh- and, uh, sex is a no?"

"Big mess," You mumble, cheeks blazing, "Not worth it."

"Well- I think I'd like to be the judge of that," Billy stammers, "I don't mind a mess. I encourage it, actually."

"Not like this," You chuckle bashfully, "You do realize it'll get, like, on you, right? I'll just suck you off for the week, or something."

"That's not fair to you," His lips puff into a frown, "I don't care. Let's just do it, I can trash the sheets if it's really that bad."

"At least use a towel!' You groan, burying your burning cheeks in your hands. Billy isn't quite sure why you're so embarrassed by the prospect of bleeding on him. It's bound to happen eventually, he reasons, a leaky pad or a surprise visit, why not enjoy it?

"Towel. Smart." He grins, teeth shining bright under the dim streetlights outside the car, "So that's our plan, then?"

"That's our plan," You try concealing your smile when you lean in to kiss him, but it doesn't work, and instead you bump grins. He presses his lips to yours as best he can despite his smile, and you let your nose linger against his own for a second longer than you need to.

"Let's just make sure Max isn't home," You worry, but Billy's more preoccupied with peeling out of the parking lot and racing for home, "You owe her, big time for this one."

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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A suspicious man in a trenchcoat, baseball cap, sunglasses, and mask sneaks into Pomefiore. He asks the mob students where he can find Vil Schoenheit and they suspect he’s a crazy super fan. The mob students are prepared to throw him out until who should appear but THE Vil who immediately recognizes the shady man. *“Dad?”*

Out of curiosity, who thirsts for Vil's dad (or at least appreciates the concept of what he could be since we haven't been able to meet him face-to-face yet)???? 😅 I feel like I actually haven't seen much fan art for him even though there seems to be tons for other parents and even siblings. Or maybe that's just because of the fandom circles I'm in??

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

"Father?"

“It’s good to see you, my darling Vil.”

The sketchy man peeled away his surgical mask and sunglasses, revealing a brilliant smile and twinkling violet eyes. His hat followed, letting loose a cap of silken gold hair. Most of it had been gently slicked back, allowing for stray locks to curl in easy, effortless waves that called attention to his best features.

There was a rugged youthfulness to him, and what lines were on his skin were worn with grace and dignity. He had the kind of face that passerbys were drawn to: an older, conventional kind of handsome, yes, but with a magnetic warmth inlaid in it. When he laughed, people listened, and when he walked by, heads turned.

And listen and turn they did.

"It's him!! It's THE Eric Venue!!"

The surrounding Pomefiore mob students broke out into gasps and barely contained yelps. One of them fainted, caught in the nick of time by another mob. ("P-Pull yourself together, man!!" he hissed.)

The lounge went still for a second.

Then one voice rose high above the silence.

"Kyaaaaah! Father!!"

With a cry of delight and a giggle, Vil threw his arms around Eric. Entangled, he could breathe in the lovely smell of his father’s sophisticated cologne: jasmine, saffron, and cedarwood.

“What happened?” Vil asked, nearly breathless. “I thought you were busy shooting your new film in the City of Flowers.”

“I was—but I didn’t want to miss this opportunity to see you. I had my manager pull a few strings to clear a day in my schedule to visit. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Father…”

Excited murmurs passed throughout the mob students.

"E-Eh?! Vil-sama squealed like a high school girl just now…”

"I-I didn't realize he was capable of acting so cutesy.”

“Wow, they sparkle so much together. I’m going to be blinded!”

“Ah-HEM!” Vil straightened in his father’s embrace, directing a withering look at his dorm members. "Do you gentlemen mind giving us some privacy? It’s rather rude to eavesdrop and stare at a family reunion.”

There was a flurry of embarrassed apologies and nervous tittering. Then the onlookers hurriedly dispersed, as quickly as the flicker of a humingbird’s wings.

Vil peeled away from his father with a sigh. “Do excuse my dorm members. It seems they need a refresher for their manners.”

“That’s quite alright—it’s not the strangest fan interaction either of us has had,” Eric joked, eyes creasing. “They must have been mystified to witness your cuteness firsthand—as they should be.

“Just look at you!!” He spread out his arms toward Vil. “The fairest of them all, the apple of my eye.”

Vil chuckled, twirling to give his father a full view of him. The hem of his dorm uniform flared out like a flower in bloom.

“You’re all grown up now.” Eric’s voice grew tender, his eyes shimmering with wetness. “Studying magic, leading an entire dorm, going off on your internship next year, furthering your career… You’re going to accomplish so many more great things.”

“You were my very first fan—and I have you to thank for being my inspiration. I can’t possibly take all the credit.”

Eric laughed heartily, wrapping an arm around his son. “I’ve missed this. We have so much catching up to do.”

“We do. Seeing as it’s Family Day, there are even more people on campus than usual. We should be able to blend in easily… provided, of course, the right disguise.” Vil smiled. “If you’ll give me a moment, I’ll be fitted to join you."

“It’ll be just like old times, eh? The two of us gallivanting about in plain sight. You were still new to magic back then, but you were able to do something as impressive as changing the colors of our clothes."

"A color-changing spell such as that is elementary. It's one of the first spells taught to first year students." A smirk tugged at Vil's mouth. "I'll show you just how far I've come since then."

He produced his magical pen from his robes and raised it high into the air. A shower of sparkles rained down from its gemstone, casting Vil in a soft glow. Ribbons of light slowly knitted themselves over his outfit, stretching, stitching, and reshaping his uniform into something new.

As the magic dissipated, fizzling into fine speckles of glitter, Vil stepped out in a chic cream-colored tracksuit and deep purple sneakers. His famous face was obscured by a baseball cap and sunglasses that were identical to his dad's.

Eric's jaw dropped. "I think I'm starstruck again."

"Fufu. I tend to have that effect on people." Vil tugged up the surgical mask affixed to his chin. "Come now, we have a whole day ahead of us!"

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thcfountain · 4 months

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anonymous asked: "I saw requests are still open and was wanting to request a cute little friends to lovers with Matt? If they’re not open totally ignore this 😅 I love you work!!"

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Matt Dierkes x ace afab!reader. She/her pronouns. Fluff. 2,850 words.

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“Bryan is down for the count,” Noah announces and then he shrugs and adds, “well he's down for at least a week.” Their friend and on tour photographer and caught a nasty bug somewhere along the line, halfway into tour and the band was equal parts worried as well as wondering what they would do next.

“We don't need a photographer for the next few shows, right?” Folio asks, trying his best to be helpful.

“We could just ask y/n,” adds Matt in a tone that was way too nonchalant for the exchange of looks the band gave each other at his suggestion. “She does tour photography and she's really good,” he continues, pushing the idea of his friend, you, filling in for a bit.

The band cast knowing glances at each other - it didn't matter how often Matt referred to you as just his friend or how much he convinced himself it was true, they were all waiting for the moment that he inevitably realized that he was ass over heels in love with you. It hadn't happened yet, obviously, but they knew it was coming soon and the prospect of you joining them on tour for a short time would surely help him realize his true feelings.

Of course, you were almost as bad as Matt was. It was clear to the band that you had feelings for Matt too, but you didn't act on them, probably because you couldn't see that he liked you back.

“Well,” Noah says, looking at his bandmates for confirmation, “alright. Have her meet us at the next venue if she agrees and make sure you purchase her plane tickets,” Noah adds on.

Of course you agreed. There was no chance that you would have ever denied Matt something, especially if he needed you. Sure it wasn't just Matt who needed you, but it was Matt that mattered. You met the band at the venue, as per Noah, and rolled your suitcase towards their van, your camera back slung over your shoulder.

“You made it,” Matt greets you, taking your suitcase without being asked and pulling it onto the bus. “You get the bunk under mine, Noah made sure we made you space,” he gestures to the bunk in question and gives you a smile. “Right now we're starting to load gear into the venue.”

There's a moment of silence as you two get caught up in staring into each other's eyes, each of you searching for the right thing to say next. He wanted to mention how happy he was that you had come and you wanted to tell him how excited you were to work with him but somehow neither of you managed to speak.

“No fucking on the bus, that was your own rule, Matt,” the sound of Noah's voice breaks the silence as he pops his head in and both you and Matt go red in the cheeks as you both blush. “Come help us load, some of this gear is front of house after all.”

You both jumped to action, immediately going to load gear and constantly bumping into each other while giggling about it.

“$20 that we catch them fucking,” Folio pipes up as he, Jolly, and Ruffilo watch you and Matt giggling at each other and constantly finding ways to bump into or touch one another.

Jolly shakes his head. “She's ace, remember? So $20 that we catch them making out at most.”

“No way,” Ruffilo shakes his head. “They're both too dumb to realize they're in love.”

“Bets on,” replies Folio. “If you we win you owe us both $20 and dinner.”

“I'll take that bet,” Ruffilo agrees.

You are nothing but professional as the concert rages on. You move across the stage and sidelines with ease, taking shot after shot of the band and the crowd. As always, Noah knows how to hype up his fans, how to make them scream in excitement or shout so loud that people outside surely wonder what the fuck is going on. You grab a bunch of shots, knowing that many of them will end up looking super cool for their collective social medias. When the concert is over, you immediately go to help load gear back up into the bus.

A hand brushes your own, both of you grabbing the handle of a case at the same time and you look up into Matt's eyes and laugh. “Sorry, it's all yours if you wanna load it out,” you say with a joking lilt to your voice before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think it's the last bit that needs to be loaded back up.”

Matt's hand remains atop your own on the handle and he can't help the way that you make him smile and he's convinced himself that he doesn't feel those flutter of butterfly wings in his gut when you give him your attention. The very idea that someone as kind and beautiful as you could like him, the self proclaimed Hater King, just didn't compute in his mind. Here you were, a million ways different then him just in the very nature you had to be soft and kind when he prides himself on being a hater, on being mean when it was called for. In his mind, your very friendship was probably created out of kindness alone.

“I've got it,” he answers after a short moment, finally letting your hand free from where it was trapped between his hand and the handle. “You can go ahead and head back to the bus.”

When Matt finally made his way onto the bus, he was ready to crash. His days were pretty go, go, go since he was tour manager for such a successful band and so it went past his head when he crawled into his bunk that a few people were missing.

You, Folio, and Davis had wandered off in search of a quick, nearby place to grab food for yourselves and luckily the venue wasn't too far from a little restaurant that was open late, seeming to carry more towards the late night hungry drunks or people with the munchies after a show. Food had been purchased and the three of you began your journey back to the bus.

“So what's up with you and Matt?” Davis asks, ignoring the glances Folio was suddenly giving him because he was unaware of the earlier bet that had been placed. “You two are cute together.”

For the second time that day, your cheeks brighten, flooding with warmth. “I don't know what you mean,” you say quickly, avoiding Davis’ eyes. “He's my best friend, that's all.”

A disbelieving sound comes out of Davis and Folio cuts him off before he can even speak. “You and Matt should just make out and then go from there!” The idea was absolutely biased on his bet with Jolly and Ruffilo, which you didn't know, so all you could do was let your jaw drop open as you stare at him.

“Ignore him,” Davis says, patting your shoulder as the bus comes into view. “He's suffering from dumbass-itis.”

You scurry onto the bus, fleeing the conversation and head straight to Matt's bunk.

He wakes up a little annoyed when his curtain is pulled back, flooding light into his face but then his stomach growls as he catches the scent of food and his eyes land on you.

“Here, I got your favorite,” you tell him, holding up the pastic bag full of Styrofoam and plastic containers of food that you had purchased for him. His heart does a little sommersault in his chest as he hops out of the bunk and takes the food you offered. “Should we eat together?”

“Thanks,” he murmurs, letting you lead him to the sitting area in the back of the bus. Some of the band sits back there, doing their own thing, others are already crammed into their bunks. “This smells amazing, but I might just be starving,” Matt states as the two of you huddle together and begin opening up containers of food.

It's like you're both suddenly in a world of your own as you pass food to each other, sharing without asking as you settle into a comfortable atmosphere. The two of you are at ease with each other, an ease that had grown over years of friendship.

“Try this,” you say, holding up the fork to Matt's mouth, wanting to share how good the food you ordered for yourself was.

There's no hesitation or question, he leans forward, fully trusting you, and lets you feed him with your fork. “Oh, that's to die for,” he agrees before cracking open a Dr Pepper, handing it to you for you to take the first sip.

You're both so lost in your world together that neither of you even notice the way you're watched by the band. The knowing looks they share with one another, as if to say it's only a matter of time before you and Matt stumble upon each other's true feelings. In the meantime, you two sit and giggle together, literally feeding each other bites of food and sharing Dr Peppers. (Were you literally anyone else, Matt would have bit your fingers off for even looking at his Dr Pepper.)

It was also no real surprise to the band when the two of you retired to Matt's bunk to watch anime together, only to end up falling asleep in each other's arms.

“We're this close to winning the bet,” says Jolly upon the discovery that you and Matt were snuggled up together in his bunk, fast asleep.

Noah runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes and away from his face. “What bet?” He asks, stealing Ruffilo's hair brush and sticking out his tongue before running it through his short hair. “Maybe I want in.”

“We're betting against Ruffilo that Matt and y/n get caught making out,” Jolly replies.

Folio laughs. “I added the whole crew to a group chat for taking bets about this.” He waves his phone a little and Noah laughs.

“Add me to Nicholas’ side. These two are dumbasses,” Noah decides.

Your time with the band passes quickly. You spend your days working, taking photos and helping load and unload gear or pitching in a hand in different places where it's needed. Teamwork was important on tour and you were definitely a team player. After leaving the venue at night, you and Matt would take turns being the one to pick up and buy dinner for each other, followed by falling asleep in his bunk while watching anime. It was a comfortable routine, one in which you had reminded yourself over and over again, was a routine definitely made by friends. Because surely, Matt was probably interested in someone who just wasn't you…. right?

Nevertheless, with Bryan returning, you found everyone in both the band and crew acting strange. A little… antsy, you supposed. Except for Ruffilo and Noah, who seemed to be overly excited, though you really weren't sure why.

You stood outside the bus, waiting for an uber to come pick you up and take you to the airport. It felt a little bittersweet to return home.

Matt stood with you, holding your camera bag over his shoulder, almost like he was contemplating holding it hostage so that you would stay.

“I'll miss your company,” he says after a moment of quiet. “It's not the same with my other friends,” friends. There was that word again, giving you a little stab in the heart, one that you smiled through. “It's not like I can watch anime in bed with Noah after all, he doesn't even fit into his own bunk.”

You both laugh a little. “I'll miss you too,” you reply. “I'll email you all the shots I took once they've been edited.”

You and Matt stare at each other in awkward silence, both wanting to say more but too shy and nervous to do so.

“JUST KISS ALREADY HOLY SHIT.” You both whip your heads around to see Folio, among many others, watching from the bus’ windows, Folio had stuck his head out to yell at you and was now being yanked back inside.

Your uber arriving spared you and Matt from the embarrassment of having to deal with Folio's shouts and you slipped into the car without another word.

Matt watched you leave and then looked back at the bus, where his friends were slowly coming out, almost all of them looking annoyed as they began pulling out their wallets and handing cash over to Ruffilo and Noah.

“What the fuck?” was all Matt could get out, too many questions swarming his head for him to ask any individual questions.

“We took bets on you and y/n finally realizing you're in love with each other and making out about it,” Ruffilo says, proudly holding his stack of $20s. “Noah and I bet that you were both too stupid to admit your feelings.”

“Wait what. Are you saying she likes me?” Matt definitely felt stupid for having to ask.

“Fucking DUH,” says Folio, grumbling over his lost bet. “You don't see any of us looking at you with heart eyes,” he pauses, looking a little mischievous. “Run to her! Meet her at the airport and make out so Ruffilo and Noah lose the bet!”

“This isn't a romcom, Folio, he wouldn't make it in time nor would security let him through without a ticket,” Noah answers, shoving his wad of cash in his pocket.

“What if we ask the bus driver to put the pedal to the metal?” Folio adds and it was clear that in his head, he was imagining a high speed race in the tour bus, all the way to the airport.

The bus driver handed Ruffilo a $20. “Not happening, Folio.”

The rest of the tour passed Matt by, equally too slow and too fast. He loved seeing his boys on stage, watching them perform for hundreds of excited fans who screamed back every word, every lyric, with love. He also really wanted to get home and have a Hallmark movie moment with you.

Unfortunately, it was probably going to be less of a Hallmark romantic movie moment and more of a romcom given the fact that as soon as the band learned that he was going to your house to talk to you, all four of them crammed themselves into his car and refused to leave.

So he knocked on your door in the middle of the night with four grown men standing behind him, passing around fucking popcorn as if his life was a fucking movie. He had half a mind to turn around and tell them all off when your door swung open, revealing you standing there in pajamas.

“Oh, hey guys,” you greet, clearly a little confused at the party on your doorstep. “What's up?”

He had spent the entirety of the rest of the tour, planning what he would say to you and imagining out scenarios in his head where he was cool and suave and swept you off your feet. Instead none of that happened and Matt ended up blurting out, “I love you,” and immediately wanting to kick himself. “I mean - yeah, no, that's what I mean exactly but it was supposed to sound cooler and also there wasn't supposed to be an audience,” Folio waved, “and it was supposed to be-”

You cut Matt off by pulling him into a kiss, one that was met with cheers and even some pelted popcorn.

“Me too,” you say, parting from the kiss and grinning up at Matt as your heart did little leaps into your throat. “Wanna come in and watch anime?”

“I would love to,” he replies, taking your hand and letting your pull him into the house, the door slamming shut on Jolly, Noah, and the Nicks.

“So what now?” Noah asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Do we just go home?”

Folio hops over to a window at the side of the house and presses his face against the glass. “I can see into the living room!” He announces. “They're making out!”

Jolly, Ruffilo, and Noah exchange looks before immediately crowding around next to Folio, spying in the window and watching you and Matt make out on your couch.

They would have been content to stay and watch the “show”, if it weren't for the concerned neighbors who called the authorities because three grown men were peeing into windows.

“Should we call Matt and tell him that we're getting arrested?” Noah asks, climbing into the back of the police cruiser.

“No, he's gonna be mad. Let's call Bryan,” Ruffilo answers.

You and Matt made out for a bit and then settled into the couch to snuggle and continue binge watching anime together.

“So are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You ask with a giggle.

“I wouldn't wanna date anyone else,” he replies, giving you another little kiss.

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