cara i still love you and your everything but you make me sound crazy

Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

Words: 2,917

Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!


You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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That Makes Two of Us

Jaehwan Prince!AU

word count: 3,315

For anon ♡

This is much longer than I intended for it to be, but I fell into a plot hole and came up with this.

Hope you like it :)


  • You lived in a small town, one of the many within the kingdom
  • However that didn’t change the fact that your school was huge and overcrowded
  • For weeks everyone had been talking about a party at the most popular guy’s house
  • There were rumors going around that the prince might be going too, not that you believed any of them
  • You weren’t planning on going at all; there were too many people and you weren’t a fan of huge parties either
  • Your best friend Woojin had tried everything to get you to say you’d go with him to the party, but you still wouldn’t budge
  • “Please Y/N! I need someone to go with! You’ll probably have a lot of fun.” He told you
  • “Yeah sure… in a house of a person I don’t know filled with a bunch of strangers.”
  • Woojin let out a sigh and pouted, crossing his arms
  • “They’re all from our school what’s the difference?”
  • “Again… strangers.”
  • “Just do it for me please… just this once?”
  • You finally agreed to go with him against your will (you were also a bit worried he’d get lost and wanted to look after him)
  • Not knowing what to wear you put on your favorite dress, nothing too fancy but perfect for a party
  • Woojin came to pick you up wearing jeans and a button up shirt
  • “Wow you look amazing.” He said in shock as you greeted him
  • “Thanks. Do you think it’s too much?” You asked him
  • “Nah, it’s perfect.”
  • A few minutes after you got there, Woojin saw his other friends and dragged you over to see them
  • “You look beautiful Y/N.” Jihoon told you.
  • “Gorgeous as always.” Jisung said.
  • You were flustered by all the comments, but appreciated them all the same
  • After that Woojin disappeared into the huge crowd of people on the dance floor, leaving you alone in a room full of people you didn’t know
  • You decided to sit in the kitchen where it was quiet
  • There were only a few people in there and you felt you actually had space to breathe
  • You simply sat on one of the bar stools near the counter on your phone until from the corner of your eye you saw someone approach you
  • “May I sit next to you?” A voice asked.

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He Rejects You- C.H.

Masterlist

Pairing: Calum & (Y/N) 

Word Count: 2248

Requested: Yes 

‘Do you think he’ll ask me out?’ 

‘Cara, you should ask her out this Saturday!’ 

‘Hey, bro. Should I ask her out?’ 

‘Of course he’ll say yes, Josh. You two are practically made for each other.’ 

 ‘I’m going to take you out on a date on Valentine’s Day, be ready!’ 

‘Valentine’s Day, I…’

‘… Valentine’s Day…’

‘… Valentine’s…’

‘…Day… ‘ 

That’s all anyone could take about, Valentine’s Day. It was as if everyone was put under a curse, a curse that wouldn’t take over your mind, filling your mind with thought of Valentine’s Day and Valentine’s Day only. Nothing else mattered, not school, not classes, not grades, not work, nothing. All that mattered was what your significant other would be doing for you, or what you would be doing for your significant other. Or if that person you’ve been crushing on since forever would finally do something to show their feelings for you, or trying to gather up the courage to finally do something that showed how you felt about that special someone you’ve been infatuated with them since, well, forever. 

And in your case, you were waiting for the guy you’ve been crushing on for years to make up move. Waiting for him to tell you he has feeling for you, waiting for the guy that you’ve been in-love with for about 2 years now. The same thing you’ve been doing for the past 2 years, waiting for him, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” You were broken out of your thoughts by your idiot of a best friend, Calum. “Are you excited, I am! I feel like this year is going to be my year. This is it, this is the year I finally tell her, Ren!” He said using the nickname he gave you after you refuse to call him anything but Stimpy claiming he was the ‘dumber’ one of you two, later claiming you were the crazier one.

“Who calm down, Stimpy! What the hell are you going on about? Why would I be excited? It’s not like I’m in a relationship or something.” You mumbled the last part, a bit grumpy that it was true.

“Well, it’s not like you don’t fancy anyone. I know for a fact you do! Whenever you sleepover at my house, you’re always mumbling something about this guy that’s, and I quote, ‘hot as fuck’. But you never say a name, so I have yet to know who it is, but I will, one day.” He wiggled his eyes at you, resulting in you smacking his arm. 

“I do not! I bet you’re just making that up. Why is this year ‘finally the year’?” You where blushing at his comment, embarrassed he now knew that you had a major crush on someone.

“Well, I’ve been crushing on this girl since, well, forever.” He said looking at you and for a seconds, you swore he was talking about you.” And I think I finally have the guts to ask her out, this Saturday. I planned it so everything goes perfect. I just hope she say yes.” He said looking a bit worried that the he’s talking about would reject him.

“Of course she’ll say yes, Cal.” You told him turning towards your locker getting out your textbooks.” She’d be crazy not to.” You mumbled under your breath. Hoping he didn’t hear you. 

“What was that?” He asked, confusion written on his face. 

“Nothing, nothing. I was just thinking to myself, we should hangout tomorrow, me, you and the other guys. Maybe try to scare Luke, something to do with Friday the 13th.” You rushed out, worried he heard what you had said and caught onto your feeling for him. 

“Yeah, sure. That’s be great, scaring Luke sounds like fun. But we can’t tell Michael though, you know how he’ll snap at us about him being the only one that can be mean to Luke. Remember what happened last time we pranked Luke? He nearly killed us for it.” He said, walking you towards your first class. 

“Oh, yeah. Poor Luke. I still feel kind of bad for feeding him oreos filled with toothpaste.” Luke wouldn’t talk to Michael for nearly an hour, thinking he was in on the prank, but after he saw how Michael literally almost strangled Calum to death for what you to had done, he tried his best to ignore the two of you. 

“So, tomorrow night. You, me and the boys?” He asked you while you both stood outside your classroom. 

“Yup. See you later, Cal.” You said as you walked into your classroom. 

It was Friday night, you, Calum and the boys were hanging out at Ashton’s house, watching random movies on Netflix. You and Calum had planned to scare Luke when he walked of on his own, which didn’t seem to be any time soon. Wherever Luke went, Michael followed. It was as if he knew what you two where planning. 

“Guys, I’m bored!” Michael whined, sprawled out on the floor.” Let’s play a game!” 

“Like what?” You asked while Luke laid on Michael for no reason, confusing everyone except Michael, who just wrapped his arms around Luke. 

“Truth or Dare?” You could barely make out Luke’s words do to the fact that his face was in Michael’s chest. 

“What are you to doing?” Calum asked as everyone just started at the two boys.

“Something you … should be… act like a couple anyway… everyone… should get married already.” This time you could only make out parts of Luke’s statement. 

“Shut up! Let’s just get in a freaking circle already.” Calum mumbled pissed off, making it clear he had heard Luke’s complete comment. 

It’s been about 4 hours that you had started to play truth or dare and everyone, except you, was drunk of their asses, or nearly there. Michael had dared Ashton to take 5 shots, Ashton dared Luke to do the same thing, Luke dared Calum and Calum dared Michael. You found out that Luke overheard yours and Calum’s plan to scare him which is why he never left Michael’s sight. You also found out that Luke has a crush on Rosetta, a girl in one of your classes, Michael had a crush on Ashley, one of your closest friends, and Ashton had a secret girlfriend whose name he wouldn’t share. 

“So, (Y/N), truth or dare?” Michael slurred, leaning onto Luke. 

“Truth.” You weren’t going to choose dare, knowing he was the most likely to dare you to take 5 shots, maybe even more. 

“Who are you crushing on?” His words were so slurred that you barely understood him. 

“I’m going to go use the restroom, be right back.” Calum stood up, rushing towards the restroom. 

“Calum.” You mumbled when you heard Calum close the restroom door and start his business. 

“What?” Luke asked, the look on his face telling you he did heard you. 

“You heard me, don’t make me repeat it. It’s pathetic, crushing on my best friend.” You whispered staring at the floor, refusing to look at anyone.” Please, don’t tell him. Please.”  Begging them, you looked up with watery eyes. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him anything.” Michael promised. You were relieved that Calum wouldn’t find out, well at least anytime soon. 

“Tell who what?” Calum walked into the living room, sitting down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“Tell the guy she’s crushing on that she’s crushing on him.” Luke said nonchalantly, picking at his nails. You glared at him, he wouldn’t dare tell Calum. 

“And who’s that?” Calum stared at you, you could see something in his eyes. Hope, he was hoping you’d finally tell him who your crush was.

“No one, it’s not important.” You panicked, he couldn’t know it was him. 

“But I wanna know.” He whined, cuddling his nose into your neck. 

“To bad, so sad. You could’ve know but you left to use the restroom.” You rested your head on his, the panic you felt before leaving. “So, Ashton, truth or dare?” 

“Dare.” He stood up, knowing that any dare from you would involve moving around. 

“I dare you to… run around the block.” You smiled at him.

“That’s it? That’s eas-” 

“Completely naked.” You smirked at him, waiting for him to refuse to do it so he would have let you text someone from his phone. 

“No way, absolutely not. No, not in a million years. Nope.” You stretched your hand out so he would give you his phone. 

Reluctantly, he gave you his phone and you immediately went to his mom’s contact and typed in, ‘Mother, Sponge-Bob won’t come out of his house. I am giving birth to his son, and he refuses to come out.’   You hit send and handed Ashton back his phone. 

“Oh my, ugh I hate you.” Ashton threw himself onto the couch that he was sitting on. 

“Oh please, you love me.” You blew a kiss towards him. 

“You got me. My secrets out.” He pretended to catch the kiss and held his hand against his heart. You could feel Calum tense for some reason, but you just shook it off. 

“Luke! Truth or dare!” Ashton basically screamed at Luke, scaring everyone. 

“Um, truth?” Luke looked scared, he always did whenever he was called on, seeing as he was the most picked on in the group. 

“Boring… What’s your biggest secret?” Ashton asked Luke, who looked like he would rather be dead than be here. 

“Um… I don’t know.” He mumbled something under his breath. 

“What was that?” You asked, a smirk on your face. 

“I, um, I’m still afraid to sleep in the dark.” He started blushing, embarrassed that he was still afraid of the dark even though he was almost 19. 

“Aww, Lukey. That’s so cute, you’re adorable.” You reached over to pinch his cheeks. You could feel Calum’s arms tighten around your waist. 

“Whatever, truth or dare, (Y/N)?” He asked sitting up, Michael sitting up after Luke, whispering something in his ears.

“Dare.” You swallowed, scared of what they had planned for you. 

“I dare you, to let me tweet the name of the guy you like on your twitter.” He smirked at you, knowing either way, he was going to tell Calum that you liked him. 

“You can’t do that. You promised me you wouldn’t tell him.” You broke out of Calum’s grip, standing right in front of both of them. 

“Actually, I promised you. Not him.” Michael smirked up at you. 

“Luke, can I talk to you in the kitchen, please.” You couldn’t even look at them, you thought you could trust them, apparently you can’t. 

“Sure.” You both walked into the kitchen. 

“You can’t tell him, it’ll ruin our friendship. Please, don’t do this.” Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“Come on, you can’t keep this from him forever. His going to find out sooner or later, and I think it’s best if it comes from you. Go in there and tell him, before it’s too late and he’s found someone.” Luke hugs you and walks away. I can’t believe I’m going to do this, you though to yourself, I’m really going to tell him. 

“Hey is everything alright? You looked really upset before you came in here.” Calum walked into the kitchen, hugging you from behind. 

“Calum, can I tell you something? And you promise it won’t change anything between us?” You turned around to face him. 

“Of course you can.” He looked you in the eyes, holding onto your hands.” You can tell me anything.” 

You took a deep breath,” Calum, I like you.” You whispered, hoping he didn’t hear you.

“I like you, too.” Instantly, you felt like the happiest person on earth, but that quickly faded away.” I mean we are best friend after all, kind of hard to be friends with someone you don’t like.” He chuckled, hugging you. 

“No, Calum. I mean I like you, as in I fancy you.” You pulled away to see his facial expression, making you wish you hadn’t said anything at all. 

Calum’s face was pale, his lips in a straight line, and any traces of happiness left his face. In fact, he looked angry that you had confessed your feelings to him. 

“You don’t mean that, you can’t mean that. We’re best friends, you can’t like me. Luke dared you to do this, didn’t he? Instead of having to tell the guys you like that you like him, you tell me, as a dare, right?” He started walking around the kitchen, pulling at his hair. 

“No, Calum. This isn’t a dare, I like you. You’re the guy that Luke wanted to tweet about. You’re the guy that I’ve been crushing on since, since I can remember. I like you, Calum.” You followed him, taking his hands in yours. 

“Well, I don’t like you. I never have liked you, and I never will. So get it out of your head that we can be something, because we can’t. I. Don’t. Like. You.” Tears filled your eyes, this time you let them fall, not caring if you cried in front of him. You were hurt, hurt by what he said, hurt that he rejected you. 

“Hey what’s going on in here, you guys alright?” All three boys walked into the kitchen, your eyes finding Luke’s immediately. 

“Fuck you, Hemmings.” It took everything you had to walk away and never look back, ever. 


Should I do part two of  ‘Infidelity’ or part two of ‘Reputation’ first?

2

***Took this one in a different direction ❤️ It’s after Donna but Lyla and Opie aren’t together nor have they ever been. Also thank you guys for being so patient. ***

“Look who decided to come back. You done running away from your problems?” You looked down at a stain on the floor, Gemma’s eyes burning holes into you. “I miss him.” “You should’ve thought about that before you jumped to conclusions and abandoned him.” You nodded and looked up, making eye contact with her. “I fucked up Gemma. I know. I shouldn’t have left but he shouldn’t have been running around and hanging out with pornstars when he should’ve been home with me. I just want to know where we’re at. Where he’s at. See if we can try to make things right.”

She eyed you sideways, her lips pursed. It was obvious that she was furious and with somewhat good reason. Opie was like a son to her and you’d hurt hurt him. You’d liked Opie from when you’d first gotten to Charming but the moment you’d found out he had a wife, you backed off and accepted that you were better as friends. Things had remained that way all the way up until Donna was killed. Her death had shattered Opie and of course, you’d been the one by his side. You were the only one that he’d let in and he’d confessed his feelings for you one drunken night a couple months after her death. He’d told you that he’d fallen for you after she died, your love and compassion drawing him in, and after some deliberation you decided to give it a chance.

You’d been together for 8months now. You’d gotten him in a much better place, your love and affection bringing him out of that rut. He missed her, you knew that, but didn’t bother you. She’d been his first love, his wife and they’d built a life together, now you were building yours. Or so you’d thought.

Opie had then started to become distant in the last couple weeks and had spent a lot more time away from home than at home with you. You understood that things with the club were getting rocky and were bringing a lot of stress on the Sons so you’d left it alone. Some days he would come home late, some days he wouldn’t come home at all. You’d had suspicions but had shoved them down. One night you’d cooked a nice dinner for the two of you, only for him to tell you that he was going to crash at the clubhouse after a rough day. Not happy about it, you’d told him it was fine and that you could have your dinner the next day when he came home.

The next morning however, you’d found out from Juice that he hadn’t been there last night at all and that him, Jax and Happy had all been down at Cara Cara. Needless to say, you’d been angry and hurt. You gotten drunk and confronted him about it when he came home, not giving him a chance to really explain himself. You let the frustration of him being distant for weeks and never home, along side your childhood fear of not ever being good enough build up to where nothing he said mattered and you’d walked out. Now after a month, you were back. You’d had time to think, mainly about how foolish you’d been and all you wanted to do was be back in the arms of the man you loved.

You continued to look at Gemma, refusing to buckle under her glare. “I just want things to go back to how they used to be.” She nodded after a moment and stood. “Go.” Without a word, you stood as well, walking out of the TM office and into the clubhouse. Juice spotted you first and smiled apologetically. He still felt like it was his fault since he’d told you. You simply smiled, letting him know it was fine and made your way back to Opie’s dorm. You knocked lightly and heard his tired voice tell whoever it was to come in so you opened the door and stepped into the room, your eyes locking with his as he looked up from cleaning his gun on the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You looked down and swallowed, his tone sharp. “I just…I wanted to talk. About what happened.” “What is there to talk about? You skipped out on me for a month. That’s it.” You nodded. “I know. I just wanted to kind of clear somethings up. I just want to lay it all out. I want to know where we’re at…Do you still love me?” The look in his eyes had you stepping back a bit. You didn’t think he’d ever hurt you but he was holding a gun and from what you’d heard from Juice, he wasn’t all that stable since you left him. Suddenly he was up and in your face.

“Really?! You walked out on me and you’re asking me if I love you?” You stayed looking at him even though your heart was telling you to leave. He was raising his voice and whoever was in the bar area could probably hear but you also knew you needed to stop running from things or you would never be happy. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just…you weren’t home much and I felt like maybe you didn’t want me around anymore. Then the Cara Cara thing. I just-” “What CaraCara thing?” “That night I made dinner? You said that you were exhausted and that you weren’t coming home because you were gonna crash here. But then I found out you were over there.”

He laughed and the sound both angered and hurt you. “You think that’s funny? That I slaved over a stove to make you a nice meal and not only do you not show up but you’re off hanging out with pornstars while I’m stuck at home eating by myself?” “That’s not what happened!” “That’s why I’m saying I want to talk.” “Talk about what, how you always run away from your problems? How you ruin good things because you overthink so much? How you’re so selfish that you won’t even let me explain what happened, you just take off like I meant nothing to you?!”

By now he was yelling and you were sure everyone could hear. Even though what he was saying was true, it didn’t hurt any less to have him so angry with you. He was all you really had and now your insecurities had ruined it. With tears in your eyes, you nodded your head and looked away from him. “Yeah. About that.” He stayed standing In front of you, his chest heaving as he breathed angrily. “Why.” He didn’t ask it as a question.

“I thought you might’ve been cheating on me. You wouldn’t come home a lot and you were distant. You wouldn’t be as affectionate with me and I was trying everything I could to bring you back in and it just wasn’t happening. Then I found out that you missed dinner with me to be over there with all the pornstars. How was I supposed to feel? I know I should’ve let you explain but I was drunk and I was hurt. You mean everything to me and I couldn’t stand that thought of losing you to someone else. It was easier for me to leave you than have to hear you say you didn’t want me anymore because you found someone better. I do love you though.”

He stared at you, not speaking, but the anger had melted away from his face. He looked guilty but still hurt and reached out, wiping a tear from your cheek. “This rival of Luann’s came by the place and stole a bunch of shit. Wrecked the place, roughed up a couple of her girls. We went by to talk to her and se what she was missing so we could get it back for her. I wasn’t there to be with pornstars.” You stayed looking down. You felt stupid for jumping to conclusions when he really hadn’t been doing anything. It still didn’t explain why he’d been distant though.

“Then why have you been so cold lately? You’re not the same. You don’t show me affection the way you used to.” Opie blew out a breath and ran his hand over his hair. “I don’t want to lose you. Shit with the clubs been crazy, we’ve got a lot more enemies than we had before so I tried to push you away. What if they come after you? It scares me. I already lost Donna, I can’t lose you too. Then you walked out and I realized that I’d rather have you close. I can’t be without you.”

You smiled lightly, your tears glistening and placed your hands on his chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that. Do you forgive me?” “Are you gonna run away as soon as we have another argument?” Your smile faded and you should your head, looking down. “No. I promise I won’t leave again.” Opie felt guilty at the jab and grasped your chin, lifting you head to look at him. “I’m sorry. I won’t say anything else about it or you leaving. I understand why you did it. Let’s just move on.” You nodded and shifted your face to kiss his palm. “Ok.”

✨ Squad Goals Season 2 Episode 17 Pt. 1: Just an Inkling✨

Rhiannon

“Are you certified?”

“They wouldn’t have left the rocks with me if I wasn’t baby, now just relax” I lie on my stomach and await the placement of the heated stones that had been part of our couple’s spa treatment but when Justin saw that both masseuse were men he kindly asked them to leave and to leave the stones and oils with us.

“Don’t kill me”

“I love you why would I kill you?”

“Well it obviously wouldn’t be on purpose”

“Obviously.” There’s some noise behind me as he picks up something off of the cart they left and then he’s straddling my naked back.

“You’re not relaxed” he points out, and he’s right. My shoulders are tense in anticipation of the hot stones.

“I’m fucking nervous”

“you’ve had so many massages before Nonnie. What about that weird ass spa you went to that did that cupping technique?”

“They were all professionals!”

“I’m a professional too!”

“Being a professional musician does not count!” I shove my face into a pillow and he rubs his hands together before attacking the knots in my shoulders with hard clenching motions and warm oil that smells like hibiscus plants and aloe.

“See? This isn’t so bad” it isn’t. In fact, it’s the best. The way that he moves up and down the length of my back makes my nipples harden considerably.

“Mmm” I moan and he’s straddling me close enough so I can feel the rigid bulge in his pants.

“You’re too easily turned on” I tease knowing full well that the wetness between my legs betrayed my own resolve.

“I can’t help it,” he uses an elbow to soothe out a particularly tough knot and then continues,

“my girlfriend is just so hot”

“flattery will get you nowhere” I warn and then suddenly he’s reaching beneath me and running a finger across the front of my panties.

“I think it’ll get me somewhere” he says when his fingers grace the dampened fabric.

“Damn you Justin Bieber”

“you love it” he murmurs before removing his hand and resuming the massage.

“What’s on the agenda today?” He asks and his hands have me so distracted that I almost forget to answer.

“ I want to go swimming”

“What a coincidence so do I” he places the first hot stone on my back and the sensation is so relaxing that I might just fall asleep on him.

“Then we have dinner with the squad, Kylie made a reservation at some restaurant”

“Of course she did”

“Then we can come back here-” a knock sounds at the door and with a loud, dramatic groan Justin climbs off of me and looks through the door’s peep hole.

“ It’s Kendall. We don’t have to open it you know” he suggests and a loud knock sounds from the other side,

“yes you do! It’s an emergency!” I growl into my pillow and wait for the inevitable opening of the door.

“What kind of kinky sex game is this?” Kendall asks before plopping onto the bed and causing a few of the rocks to bounce off of my back and roll to the floor with a loud ‘thump’.

“Not everything is a sex game Kendall” I scold and she blows a loud, and childish raspberry. I sit up and use a pillow to cover my naked chest.

“Anyway get up, I need shoes and I saw how many bags you brought so you’ve got to have some I’ll like” Justin clears his throat and my face breaks into an amused grin,

“those were not my bags” Kendall tilts her head and raises an eyebrow.

“Were they your glam teams?” I shake my head and eye Justin who’s looking at his phone with false interest,

“I didn’t bring my glam team this go around. I’m going for a natural look this week”

“Ok so who’s bags did they take off of your jet?” I smile sweetly and point to Justin who is still avoiding any and all eye contact.

“What the fuck?” Justin looks up with an annoyed expression and throws his hands up,

“What’s so unusual about that?!” Kendall taps at her chin and starts to formulate a series of roasts in her head, but before she can harm his ego too badly I stand up and clutch the pillow tighter to my body.

“Come on. I’ll lend you a pair. I brought twenty. Jay give me your shirt please” I walk over to him and toss away the pillow before lifting up my arms so he can put his shirt over my head.

“How long is thing going to take?”

“Probably until we have to leave for dinner…”

“I’m going to the bar. Harry down there?” Kendall gives a thumbs up

“so is Cara. tell them to take it slow would you?” Justin returns one of his own thumbs up before pulling me in for a deep kiss and leaving. I close and lock the door after him but before I can make it to the walk in closet Kendall attacks me and pushes me to the bed.

“Guess what?!” She wrestles me with surprising strength and pins my arms above my head.

“What you crazy bitch?!” She leans in super close and releases one of my hands so she can tap me on the nose,

“Guess what Justin told Za and Khalil?” I roll my eyes and try to guess.

“That I give good blow jobs?”

“Well he used a word stronger that goo-”

“Kendall!”

“Okay fine. He told them that he’s going to get a tattoo” I push her off of me and continue my journey to the closet, but she yanks my hand back.

“A tattoo that’s dedicated to you” I freeze and turn to face her very slowly,

“who told you this?” She looks amped at my sudden interest.

“Khalil. He was so hype. I thought he was going to tell you himself”

“holy shit. What’s it going to be?” My excitement starts to build as I think about Justin getting a permanent reminder of our relationship placed on his body.

“No idea I just know that he was seriously considering it!”

“This is fucking crazy,”

“tell me about it” suddenly I look at Kendall and grab her wrist.

“I don’t have any tattoos…”

“So?” I shake her wrist to garner her attention.

“What if I got one in honor of Justin?” She raises her eyebrow and places both of her hands on my shoulders.

“Is that what you want?” I wrack my mind and a resounding ‘yes’ echoes throughout.

“Yeah. fuck yeah that’s what I want.”

“I’ll look up some parlors. If there aren’t any here we could just jet to LA” I nod and then reach for her hand again,

“ I just bought those new Tom Ford’s with the gold locks on them. Want to try those?” She pouts and nods.

“Yes! Mine haven’t even come in yet.”

Tayvin, Friends and a Campfire PART 2

Hi everyone, because I had such positive feedback from my first fanfic, I decided to do a part 2. Cue the excitement. Anyway I would like to apologise to for the few typos I have now spotted in my work. I’m going to be writing another fic based on a prompt sent by an anon and that should be up later this week.

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I realised three things when I woke up this morning about the man that had his body wrapped around mine. 1. He must be having an exciting dream, because his body was obviously enjoying it. 2. I really wanted to know why he would have swiped left on me. 3. I really really love this man. And I was going to an answer to the second thing. “Babe, wake up. It is important. Come on wake up. Babe,” I pulled myself out of Adam’s hold on my body and started shaking his shoulders. “Baby, what is it?” His husky, voice croaked out, his words laced in his Scottish accent, sounding so much thicker in the morning. “I have to know, why did you swipe left on me?” I asked him as I peppered kisses on his face everywhere but his lips. He finally got sick of my teasing and he grabbed my face and smashed my lips into his, with so much passion and lust. After so many minutes he pulled away and laid back down on our blow up bed, pulling me down with him. “I guess I had always admired you, I always wanted to meet you, have the opportunity to collaborate with you. And I have followed your career for years and heard Ellie talk about you. I understood that if you even stood in the same vicinity as a guy the media would go crazy. I just didn’t want that to happen. I guess in my own way I was trying to protect you.” My heart clenches at his words. He was protecting me before he even knew me. How can this man, with his body tangled with mine, not be called perfect? So overcome with emotion I grab his neck and bring my lips up to his and it quickly turns passionate. He rolls me over so he is on top and starts sliding my top off while the same time he starts kissing towards my cleavage.

But that all stops very suddenly when we have 9 pillows thrown at us, all at once and all of them making the target in one way or another.  We quickly break apart and Karlie gives Ellie a massive death eye, “Seriously why did you have to introduce these two, they are like sex bunnies? It is just gross,” she states, then turning to us she says, “and this is why no one wanted to share a tent with you. Because you two are gross. WITH A CAPITAL G!” So embarrassed by the series of events, I look down at my hands, to avoid making eye contact with anyone. “Okay yes, Karlie you are right it is slightly gross. But it is also kind of beautiful with how in love these two are. Like just look at them,” Charlie protests, umm Charlie everyone is looking at us I thought to myself. “I wish I had something like that,” Charlie finishes his defense on our behalf. We all look at him in puzzlement and I finally decide to speak up, the first time since the start of everything going down, “Okay guys I’m sorry you had to witness that, especially you Austin, but you can stop covering your eyes now and Charlie YOU ARE ENGAGED! Seriously, also WE ARE NOT SEX BUNNIES! And please leave so we can get dressed.”

Everyone slipped away from view, but I could still hear Burns joking with Charlie about his reaction. We continued our make out session, careful not to go too far considering my brother was less than 20m from us.

A short while later we slipped out of a tent and joined everyone for breakfasting, toasting breakfast scones on the warm coals from last night’s fire, crisping them up slightly. Breakfast was over quickly and we all sat back down on the logs surrounding the fire and started a game of Never Have I Ever. The group came up with the standard like ‘never have I ever had a threesome’ or ‘never have I ever been walked in on.’ Adam and I both had to take a shot of wasabi sauce for the last one. And then the turn got to Cara and without even thinking she said, “Never Have I Ever hooked up or dated a member, past or present, of One Direction.” I looked over at her with wide eyes and reluctantly took my shot then leaned back into Adam. Everyone was still staring at Cara and she finally broke the silence. “What is wrong with what I said?” Oblivious to the problem and then she looked over at me and realised, her own eyes growing bigger and bigger. “Shit Taylor I wasn’t even thinking I was just trying to get Selena to confess because missy is keeping her mouth shut about Niall.”

I nodded at her, letting her know that it was fine. “Hang on Selena, did you hook up with Niall from One Direction?” Charlie asked. “Niiicceee,” was his only response when Selena remained silent. “Guys I didn’t hook up with him alright. It was just rumours,” Selena finally explained. It finally got to me and I looked up to Adam and smirked, “Never Have I Ever swiped left on my future girlfriend/boyfriend,” everyone laughed at that one and Adam just raised his glass to his lips and skulled the disgusting drink. And because I went Adam finally had his own turn and this time he turned to me and smirked, “Never Have I Ever started using sexual innuendos I found from tumblr in real life. Like scrabble.” All I could do was glare and down my shot. And that opened a floodgate of questions of the group asking for clarification but it was hard to decipher who asked what and what exactly was said when all of a sudden a massive gasp was heard and Austin screamed and then spoke, “Is that what scrabble tournament means? Is that what you were texting Adam about Teffy when I was visiting in the studio and I saw that text? Ewww that is wrong on so many levels. I am your younger brother.” Everyone just laughed as a rested my head on Adam’s shoulder and nodded. And they couldn’t stop laughing. I looked up to Adam and simply said, “This is all your fault.” He just chuckled and brought me in closer.

That next day, yesterday was a full day not doing much, we were packing up because we were heading back to the city that day, in the same cars we came in.  And as soon as we got service on our phones I was on tumblr, leaning my head against Adam’s shoulder, he was also looking at my screen. After two posts I final saw something, something that I wish wasn’t on the internet. “Elena Jane Goulding WHAT THE HELL DID YOU POST ON INSTAGRAM AND WHAT IS THAT CAPTION. YOU CAN’T POST PHOTOS OF ADAM AND ME WITHOUT TELLING US.  YOU TWO CHARLIE I KNOW YOU WERE INVOLVED!” I said, well more like yelled at Ellie, but I was justified because she had posted a photo of Adam and I in the car on our way to the campgrounds, my head in his lap and him running his hands softly through my hair.  And the caption was ‘I am retiring as a singer and becoming professional matchmaker #nomoretayvindrought #youareallwelcome.’ “Oh come on babe it is kind of funny and everyone on tumblr is pretty damn happy,” Adam whispered into my ear and he was right everyone on tumblr was happy but no one was happier than me, because I was in my favourite spot in the whole world. Adam’s arms and heart.