Anon requests:can I request a
Jughead Jones imagine where the reader moved from Riverdale a few years ago and
comes back while the Jason Blossom death mystery (she knows what happened and
all even Ms. Grundy) she and Jughead had a past together (like Jughead and
Archie liked her and they were bffs but she liked Jug more) and they still love
each other and Jughead sees her at school and it hits him that she’s back but
he’s dating Betty and Archie still likes her and it pisses off Jug. The
ending’s up to you :)
Could you do a Jughead x
reader based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran??
x Betty, Archie x Reader, Jughead x Reader
old childhood crush returns, and of course, drama ensues.
Word count: 2,208
A/N: wow okay so I
totally strayed from the prompts but I’m hoping you like it anyway?? Anyhow,
I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Jughead stood in the school hallway by Betty’s locker, talking and
laughing with her. His eyes almost
missed a figure walking past him, but at the last second his gaze flickered to
a girl striding down the hallway. He did
a double take as he realized who it was.
“(Y/N)?” he muttered under his breath, interrupting his
conversation with Betty.
“What?” Betty asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl who
just passed by. “(Y/N)? Didn’t she used to live around here or
“Yeah,” he answered, breathless.
“Yeah, but then she moved.”
“Well, I guess she’s back,” Betty replied, then steered the
conversation back to their previous topic.
Jughead nodded and responded to everything Betty said, but he couldn’t
help but let his mind wander to the girl who returned to Riverdale.
Jughead was not the only member of (Y/N)’s childhood to be shaken
by her return; Archie spotted her roaming the hallways later that day. His heartbeat started to quicken as the
feelings for his childhood crush rushed back to him.
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, following her down the hallway. She turned around at the call of her name,
and when she noticed Archie, she broke out into a grin.
“Archie!” she exclaimed, walking towards him. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” he answered, and they soon fell in step as they began
to walk in the same direction. “How are
“I’m great,” she beamed.
“So you’re back,” he noted, a smile never leaving his face. (Y/N) smiled and nodded.
“I am,” she replied. “Just
moved back a few days ago, actually.”
The conversation lulled for a moment, neither (Y/N) or Archie knowing
what to say. “So how’s Jughead?” she
asked, breaking the silence.
“Really?” she questioned, painting a smile on her face. “Who?”
“Do you remember Betty Cooper?” Archie asked, and (Y/N) nodded. “He’s dating her.”
“Oh wow,” (Y/N) fake laughed.
“Honestly, I always thought she had a thing for you.”
“She did,” Archie shrugged, “but I didn’t feel the same. She moved on to Jughead, I guess.” The pair fell into a moment of silence again
before the ringing of the school bell broke it.
“Well, I have to get to biology,” (Y/N) said, moving away from
Archie. Before she got too far, Archie
called out after her.
“Hey, do you wanna catch up sometime? Like maybe meet at Pop’s tonight?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled. “Yeah,
I’d like that.”
That night, when (Y/N) entered Pop’s, the first face she saw was
not Archie. Rather, it was Jughead, who
she had not yet seen since she moved back.
Scanning the diner to make sure Archie wasn’t waiting for her, (Y/N)
walked towards Jughead’s booth.
“Jughead, hey,” she greeted as she approached his table. He glanced up from his laptop to see (Y/N)
standing over him.
“(Y/N),” he said with wide eyes.
He slowly closed his laptop lid, then gestured for her to sit. “You’re back.”
“Yes,” she nodded, “I am.” Before
Jughead could say anything else, the bell on the door jingled, signaling a new
customer had entered. It was
Archie. “Well,” (Y/N) said, standing up,
“that’s my cue to leave. See you around,
Jug.” Jughead tensed at the use of his old
nickname, and he watched as (Y/N) walked over to Archie and sat across from him
in a booth. He felt his blood boil every
time she laughed at something he said.
Constantly, he reminded himself there was nothing to be jealous of, he
had a girlfriend. Somehow, that only
made his longing for (Y/N) worse.
we were just kids when we fell in love
knowing what it was
Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N) were in third grade. It was a hot summer day, filled with sticky
popsicle hands, grass tickling the bottom of bare feet, and a bright sun
radiating an immense amount of heat. The
children were running around in (Y/N)’s backyard with not a care in the
world. Suddenly, (Y/N) tripped and
scraped her knee. She cried out in pain,
causing the boys to turn around in shock.
“(Y/N)!” Jughead exclaimed, both him and Archie running over to
“Are you okay?” Archie asked, examining her knee.
“I’m fine,” she pushed both boys away. “It’s just a scrape.” This didn’t relieve the concerned looks from
either of the boys’ faces, and (Y/N), looking directly at Jughead, repeated
that she was fine. Jughead reached out a
hand and helped her up.
None of the children knew it at the time, but one day Jughead and (Y/N)
would reflect on this day and realize that at this moment, something in their
relationship changed. There was a shift
from friendship to love, and it all started on the day where (Y/N) scraped her
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is
all I own
your eyes you’re holding mine
Archie asked (Y/N) to Pop’s again.
And again. And again. On the fifth visit, Archie confessed his
feelings for (Y/N) and asked if they could call these trips to Pop’s dates. (Y/N), although deep down she knew her heart
belonged to someone else, agreed.
Neither of them payed any attention to the slamming of the door at the
front. Jughead had stormed out after
hearing the exchange.
“We should have a double date,” Archie suggested to Jughead one
day during school. Jughead rolled his
eyes, slamming his locker shut.
“Why?” he questioned and began strolling down the hallway. Archie followed.
“Because I think it’d be fun,” he answered, oblivious to Jughead’s
jealousy. “I mean we were both super
close with (Y/N) when we were younger, and it’s not like her and Betty are
strangers. I think it’d be fun.” He walked off, leaving Jughead alone to his
Jughead weighed the pros and cons of going on this double
date. On the one hand, maybe having
Betty and (Y/N) together in the same room as him might help set himself
straight. He was sick of feeling guilty
every time he was around Betty. But on
the other hand, he was afraid of seeing (Y/N) with Archie. Sure, he saw them together at Pop’s all the
time, but if both of them were sitting in front of him, he would not be able to
look away. He’d be forced to watch as
Archie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), and he’d have to see her laughing at all
his jokes. And the worse part would be
that as he sat next to Betty, the only thing he’d be thinking about is how he
wished to be in Archie’s place.
Finally, Jughead made up his mind and texted Archie his answer:
Yes. Let’s do the double
The night of the double date arrived, and Jughead was
second-guessing his decision. Maybe this
was a bad idea. Or maybe it’ll be
fine. No, this was an awful idea.
They didn’t do anything fancy for the double date; all four of
them agreed that Pop’s was the best place to go. When Jughead arrived at the diner, the only
other person there was (Y/N). He
approached the booth and slid into it across from her.
“Hey,” he greeted. She
“Hey, Jug,” she responded.
Neither of them said anything else, both of them caught up in their own
whirlwind of thoughts. This is how it
should be. This is how they should be.
“This was a mistake,” Jughead finally said, breaking the
tension. He stood up and began to exit.
“What are you doing?” (Y/N) called out after him. He stopped and spun on his heel, but he didn’t
come back to the table.
“Leaving, (Y/N), I’m leaving,” he answered, his voice sharp. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“I know that, dumbass, I mean why?”
“Because I can’t do this,” he threw his hands up in the air in
frustration. “I can’t sit across from
you and watch you be happy with someone else.”
Neither (Y/N) or Jughead noticed that Betty and Archie had just entered
“Why? You can’t be happy
for me?” (Y/N) demanded, stepping a tiny bit closer to Jughead. He shook his head.
“No, I can’t,” he replied. “Not
when you’re happy with someone else.”
“Then who do you want me to be happy with?”
“With me, goddammit!” he shouted.
“With you?” she repeated, quieter.
Jughead buried his face in his hands.
“Jesus,” he mumbled into his skin, “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Well since you did,” (Y/N) took a couple more steps closer to
Jughead, “why don’t you explain yourself?”
“I’m in love with you, okay?” he shouted, throwing arms up. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I have been in love with you since the third
grade, and then you fucking left. So I
started dating Betty because I thought she made me happy, and dammit she does
make me happy. But then you came back,
you just had to come back. Now Betty, poor Betty, she doesn’t have a
clue. I still love you, (Y/N), but now
you’re dating Archie and this is just a big pile of shit.” (Y/N) stood there motionless, unable to move.
“Since the third grade?” she asked, her voice barely above a
whisper. Jughead nodded.
“Jughead,” Betty finally gained the courage to speak. Her voice caught the attention of both
Jughead and (Y/N), causing their focus to snap over to the blonde and the
ginger standing in the entrance.
“How much of that did you hear?” Jughead groaned. Betty smiled sadly.
“All of it.”
“You must hate me,” he said, and Betty shook her head.
“No, Juggie, I don’t hate you.
But I do think you should’ve told me how you felt.” She walked up to him, kissed him on the
cheek, and then slowly walked backwards.
“I’m not going to keep you from the girl you love.” She sent him one more sad smile before
exiting the diner, leaving Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N).
“Jughead,” Archie started, but Jughead held up his hand to stop
“No, Archie, this isn’t about me,” Jughead said. “It’s about (Y/N).” Both of the boys turned to face (Y/N), and she
couldn’t help but recall that time when she scraped her knee. That time where both of the boys showed
concern for her, but she only appreciated it from one of them.
“(Y/N)?” Archie questioned.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to… you know.” She looked at him sadly.
“Archie,” she began, “I love you.
I truly, truly do.” Jughead
deflated at this, and he was about to exit the diner when (Y/N) continued. “But I can’t lead you on like this. You’ve been one of my best friends since we
were little, and I don’t want anything to ruin that.” She didn’t have to say anything else, because
Archie nodded in understanding. He
hugged (Y/N) tight, and they stood embracing each other in the diner, Jughead
watching. They pulled apart and Archie
nodded at Jughead before he, too, left the diner.
Jughead and (Y/N) stood facing each other in the oddly vacant
“So…” (Y/N) drawled. “You
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered
underneath my breath
heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
Neither of them had any idea of what to say, so they agreed to go
home and meet up again tomorrow. Both (Y/N)
and Jughead stayed awake the whole night, wondering what they were going to say
to the other the next day.
That fateful day arrived, and (Y/N) walked into Pop’s, immediately
spotting Jughead sitting in a booth. She
approached the booth, and as she neared it, Jughead looked up at the sound of
her footsteps. He smiled.
“Sorry, I’m kind of a mess today,” she laughed, gesturing to her disheveled
state. She was wearing a baggy
sweatshirt and a pair of leggings with a small hole in them, and her hair
was falling out of its ponytail.
“You look perfect,” he whispered, not intending for her to hear
it. However, he realized he said it too
loud when he saw her smile. She sat down
across from him.
“So you love me,” she repeated what he had said yesterday, and
“I do,” he replied. (Y/N)
pursed her lips for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed.
“I love you, too,” she finally said, barely above a whisper.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll
share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my
Hey look, a thing I promised @alona-aeducan / @katie-altman about six months ago. :’) I feel super bad for being this super late and I hope you will still like it. I felt so bad for taking so long to draw you this as appreciation for your support. ANYHOW. I really hope you like it!
You are such a wonderful person, and have so many good things to say! Your fics are amazing!! It’s really great having gotten to know you at least a little better this past year, and I hope this next year is awesome for you c:
(I had a lot of fun with all the little flowers UuU)
i hope this was helpful! i’m really sorry i couldn’t give you more, i don’t exactly know what the course is like :/ anyhow, i hope you do awesome in that class because you totally deserve it! have an amazing day!!
Oooooh, anon, that is a difficult question, because I listen to so many, and would also recommend different ones if you like different genres.
Oh, but first, I’m not gonna rec Welcome to Night Vale (or anything from Night Vale Presents), mostly because it’s on virtually every podcast rec list, and if you’re asking for more podcasts, you’re probably already in the process of listening to it, or have already done so.
(The recs are under the cut, bc I love podcasts too much and went a little crazy with the descriptions and why I recommend them)
Summary: Despite everything, kings were still human.
Genre: Romance, Fluff
a/n: HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED THIS SONOFABITCH AFTER SIX MONTHS;;; legit i had so much damn drafts for this chapter and i hated them all lmao. i thought i was never gonna finish this, and tbh, i was tempted to discontinue this fic because i could not think of what to write….but thanks to you guys for encouraging me :’’)))) I anyhow, I hope you all like this chapter!
Through his wet bangs, he could survey
the pandemonium he caused.
The whole party was in complete
disarray with the crowd directing their full, unadulterated attention at his
display. From his peripheral vision, he could see the auction managers in the
corner of the room, not even disguising their shock at his boldness. In front
of him, the socialite was seething. Her nostrils were flared, and her fists
were clenched so tightly that he thought her hands would bleed from the
sharpness of her manicured nails.
unfortunately for them, none of that mattered right now. All he could see was
Someone hurt ____. Someone hurt her
because of him. If he wasn’t completely
concerned with social protocol, blood would have spilled—and it definitely
wouldn’t be his.
“How dare you, Eisuke Ichinomiya!” she
screamed. “Don’t think that I’ll ever do business with you again in this
don’t need connections with a bitch who doesn’t know her place. Now get out of
my sight before I call security.”
The eye is much better (was concerned it was pink eye, but hallelujah! I dodged that bullet) and finished this…I borrowed one of my favourite lines from The Black Moon, pg 512, Kindle Edition because…well, I suppose I’m choosing to think it was what they were trying to convey in the adaptation. Yes it is, dammit. Anyhow, I hope you like it, my friends!
The second boot slid from his hands, hitting the floor with a thud. He sensed the urgency in Demelza’s voice, the silken touch of her finger that raised the hair at his nape and down his arms. The arousal that had retreated surged back with an intensity bordering upon pain. He turned, licking his lips in response to the heat blazing in her eyes. He leant close, taking her mouth with his, hungrily, roughly. The button on his left cuff pinged its way across the floor as he broke free from her for an instant, whipping his shirt overhead. Her nails scored his chest, threading through the swirling hair to find his nipples. “Judas,” his breath hissed from between his lips at her light pinch. “Need you so.”
“As I do you.” She kissed him again, her teeth nipping his bottom lip. Ross’s fingers scrabbled for the buttons of his breeches, shoving them down his thighs as he stood, twisting to burrow under the bedclothes. Her hand closed over his cock, making him groan aloud. “Ross,” she breathed, her lips finding his nipple while she stroked him.
“Can’t, love, please,” he moaned, his hands reaching for her night rail. “Let me see you.” She released him, nodding apprehensively he knew for she could never understand why he found her so desirable when she was with child. He drank in her beauty as the fabric inched its way up her long, shapely legs, the dark russet fleece at the apex of her thighs, the scent of her arousal strong, igniting his need for her ten fold. He slipped his hand along her hip to her waist as she drew the garment the rest of the way over her body until it joined his shirt at the foot of their bed. “Oh, my God.”
He wanted to run his tongue along the blue veins tracing their way along her full breasts. Her nipples made him mad with desire, had done from the first time he’d seen them, tasted and teased them when she’d come to him in that blue gown. There was something about how they felt and tasted now, as they had each time she’d carried their child, deep rose and so sensitive, as they were now. Her fingers slid through his hair as she drew him down into the feather ticking, and he closed his eyes. I want her, not any other, not the most beautiful eighteen-year-old damsel born out of a sea-shell, not the most seductive houri of any sultan’s harem; I want her with her familiar gestures and her shining smile and her scarred knees, and I know she wants me in just that same way, and if there’s any happiness more complete than this I don’t know it and am not sure I even want it. So you’ve been away and risked your life, you damned fool, and this is your undeserved reward.
“Demelza,” he murmured against her flesh. He lifted his head, meeting eyes that blazed with heat at the mere utterance of the word. “Please.” She nodded frantically, shifting onto her side, reaching behind to pull him close. He slid inside her wet heat, the friction causing them both of groan, she into the pillow and he into the curve of her neck, matching him stroke for stroke. His hand caressed the swell of her belly, his index finger circling her distended navel before slipping between her legs to her bud, slick and turgid against his touch. She growled low in her throat, words of love and desire all but sung as she trembled against him.
“I l-love you,” she stuttered, turning her head, seeking his mouth as her climax seized her, showering his cock with her dew as he groaned her name against her lips as he followed her in ecstasy.
Several moments had passed before she shifted, breaking the tenuous connection they’d held. “I must,” she sighed when Ross protested and reached for her night rail. “Just in case Jeremy should come in.”
Ross opened one eye, grinning as his wife settled against the pillows once more. “If he does, the mongrel will have to go.”
He wrapped her in his embrace, his hand resting on the mound of their child atop the bedclothes, pressing nuzzling kisses along her neck and jaw. “No doubt you were plagued by French beauties.”
Ross looked at her in surprise. She smiled, earthy temptress that she was, this woman who could stop his heart with a glance. “No doubt I was,” he drawled, nibbling her skin, tasting the salt from their lovemaking.
“And no doubt you availed yourself,” she challenged, lifting her chin to bring her lips just out of his reach.
“No doubt I did,” he said, chuckling, his mind a whirl over this new, teasing banter she’d adopted. So much change, so much healing over the past few months. He arched a brow, leaning closer. “For I have no beauty at home to compare.” He laughed once again, kissing her. “Have I?”
His mouth claimed hers as her arms drew him down once more. If there’s any happiness more complete than this, I don’t know it and am not sure I even want it.
Whew! First request done! I wanted to try drawing chibi’s and animal crossing characters are perfect for that! I also tried to incorporate some flowers into my drawing to practice for a comic I want to work on. Anyhow, hope you like it, @beckycrossing!
You hadn’t thought that life could get any more difficult,
then of course Charlotte had to go and announce to a full blown mob that she
was the one who had killed Wells. Bellamy had acted quickly and grabbed
Charlotte pushing her forwards into the tent you’d previously all been in. Finn
had stayed outside to keep the mob away from the doors and you and Clarke had
followed Bellamy into the tent.
“Why, Charlotte?” Bellamy begged running his hands through
his hair as he paced the full length of the not huge tent. “Why would you kill
“I was just trying to help” she sobbed “his dad locked us
all up, sent us down here to die. I couldn’t sleep at night for dreaming about
Your heart hurt for the little girl, she was just a child
and had made a somewhat fatal mistake. You understood what that felt like.
“Charlotte?” you asked gently “How did you even know where
to stab him like that?”
She wiped her eyes looking at you “I copied what you did to
“What?” the air had rushed from your lungs “I sent you to
get Clarke from camp”
“I stayed. I wanted to see, to be brave”
“Fuck” you were the one who was rubbing at your neck this
time as guilt hit you. She had copied how you had killed Atom. She had watched
you push a knife into Atom’s artery and then done the same thing to Wells.
“BELLAMY, BRING THE GIRL OUT NOW!”
Murphy’s voice had apparently come back quickly enough as he
yelled out for Charlotte. She had started crying again reaching out to grab at
“Please don’t let them hurt me. Please”
Bellamy looked torn, not knowing what to do. He obviously
didn’t want to hand Charlotte over to a crowd who only moments before had been
ready to watch Murphy hang.
“If you guys have any bright ideas speak up?” he scowled
when Clarke remained silent “Great, now you stay quiet”
“Those are your boys out there Bellamy” Clarke insisted.
“Get rid of them”
“This is not his fault” you didn’t know when you had
suddenly turned into Bellamy’s cheerleader. It was the truth though. “If you
had listened to us in the first place those idiots out there would still be
building a wall”
“Y/N, we had to tell the truth, you know why I had to give
them a chance”
“YOU WANT TO BUILD A SOCIETY PRINCESS? LET’S BUILD A
SOCIETY. BRING HER OUT”
“The truth?” you snorted “yeah they seem real concerned with
the truth Griffin”
“Look” Bellamy interrupted cutting off your and Clarke’s
brewing argument. “Just stay here, watch her. I’ll talk to them”
With a sigh Bellamy set his shoulders and marched out of the
tent leaving you with Clarke and Charlotte. Finn came back in as well staring
at the three of you.
“It’s time to leave”
“We have to get Charlotte out of here. Now” he insisted as
he took the girls hand pulling her to the back of the tent. Clarke following
instantly, both of them stopping to look at you who hadn’t moved. “Y/N please,
we need your help”
“Fine” you ducked under the tent canvas along with the other
Finn took hold of Charlotte with you in the lead and Clarke
behind. You moved quickly through the trees ducking under low hanging branches
and moving around ditches filled with putrid water. You moved easily however
the others behind you were struggling to keep up.
Gasping Clarke came to a stop. “It’s going to be night soon.
Where are we going? At least tell me you have a plan and we’re not just
wandering aimlessly through the woods”
“I have a plan” Finn agreed pointing off to another
direction this time you all walking until her stopped once more.
“CHARLOTTE! CLARKE, FINN AND Y/N CANT SAVE YOU”
Murphy’s voice was loud and far to close for you to feel
“We should run” Clarke said eyes nervously flicking around
the trees. Waiting for Murphy to jump out and force you all to hand over
“Yeah that’s one way to go. I like my plan better” he
reached into seeming grass and pulled on something, opening a type of hatch.
“Get in. Get in” He helped Charlotte down into the hole then Clarke.
“I’m not getting in there”
“What? Y/N come on”
“No” you could feel panic starting to build in your chest at
the idea of being in a hole once more, locked in a cell. “I can’t”
Finn must have heard the panic because his eyes softened
slightly. “Y/N it’s bigger down there than it looks. It isn’t a cell. I
Your head snapped to the left Murphy was about to come
“I can’t Finn” you shook your head “I’m sorry I just can’t.
Get in and I’ll lead them away from here”
Finn hesitated but you were running out of time, the sounds
of footsteps so close now that any second Murphy would appear.
“Run fast Y/N”
Finn dropped into the hatch as well pulling it closed.
Disgusted at yourself for the panic that still welled up in your chest at the
thought of being trapped within 4 walls once more you took a deep breath trying
to clear out the panic there, waiting until Murphy had just come through the
trees to run. You knew he’d caught sight of you from the sudden shouts of
success. You weren’t worried about them catching you though as you flew through
the forest, bypassing trees and jumping over obstacles on the floor.
When you could run no longer you found the sturdiest tree
near and scaled it, settling into the branches.
Strange, you could hang above the ground on nothing but a
small branch but the idea of being put in a hole with 4 walls made you
hyperventilate to the point of uselessness.
Underneath a group of delinquents passed by with Murphy in
the lead still hollering for Charlotte. He was moving remarkably quickly for a
man who had just been beaten and hung. Apparently vengeance and malic highly
motivating emotions. You let them pass content in the knowledge that they were
going in the opposite direction to where Finn and Clarke had Charlotte hidden.
Smirking to yourself you watched the next man come into
view. You couldn’t help having a little bit of fun with him pulling a chunk of
bark off the branch and throwing it down at his head.
The bark hit Bellamy square in the back of his head as he
spun knife out as he looked desperately for what had attacked him.
Bellamy jumped finally looking up eyes meeting your own in
the soft dark of the light. “Fuck Y/N. What the hell are you doing up there?”
“Well there happens to be a mob running around looking for
blood. I’m avoiding them”
“Where are they?”
Bellamy let out a relieved sigh at that still frowning at
you though. “Will you please come down from there?”
“Sure” taking a step out of the tree you dropped to the
ground in a crouch, looking up from your new position into Bellamy’s face. “I’m
“I can see that” he rubbed at his face. “What exactly are we
going to do?”
“I honestly have no idea. I don’t have a plan here Bellamy.
Finn and Clarke have her safe but they can’t stay there forever” you paused
thoughts bubbling in your brain. “It’s one or the other I believe. Murphy won’t
let it go and Charlotte would never be safe. So either we keep Murphy or we
“We can’t hurt a 13 year old girl”
“Murphy will be more useful to the group”
“Y/N” Bellamy snapped a horrified tinge coming to his face. “You
cannot mean that you want to give her to Murphy”
“I’m not saying that” you insisted “I’m just… thinking out
loud. We have very few options here Blake and none of them are particularly
appealing” From the tree’s the sounds of shouting became loud once more as
Murphy’s group turned around heading back towards you and Bellamy. “We can’t
stay here Bellamy”
Obviously he agreed because without thought Bellamy grabbed
your hand linking his fingers with your own and pulling as the two of you took
off back into the forest away from the sounds of shouting.
I can't remember if you have written any with jumin and mc having children, but that would be super adorable if you wrote something like mc being pregnant, of them holding their child for the first time, or even when they have a couple children and they are about 6 or 8! It would just be super cute~
Of course, I’d be happy to! I’ve written one thing involving children/pregnancy but that was a long while back. If you’d like to the link I’d be happy to send it! I typically won’t do pregnancy/children fics though unless requested just due to personal experiences? Not that they’re traumatic or anything I just personally am eh to it ig. Anyhow, I hope you like the request! Have a lovely day!
You had found out nine months ago you were pregnant.
It hadn’t exactly been expected, to say the least, your jaws practically dropping in shock as you found out.
Yet soon those hanging jaws shifted into bright beaming smiles, tears springing to your gaze, letting out delighted laughter, embracing each other as if you may disappear with the next breeze.
And so the wait began.
You had decided to keep silent on what the baby would be, the anticipation practically bursting from you each and every second.
And Jumin never left your side.
Not that he particularly did beforehand.
Yet now, he constantly found himself researching the best methods of raising a child, the time spent not studying with you in his arms, he was practicing these methods, humming gently to the unborn child, telling stories of your experiences.
“Rest a moment honey,” You assured him, your fingertips curling tenderly through his hair, a soft sigh slipping from your lips. “You’ve been working nonstop. I’m sure the baby knows everything it needs to come out with a degree by this point.”
He chuckled, his head resting on your shoulder, his shoulders dropping as he spoke. “I’m sure I seem a bit obsessive but…” He let out a deep breath, confessing.
“I don’t want to give our child the same experience as I had. While with my father not purposeful, he and my mother were neglectful and constantly fighting. While I know the latter isn’t our future, I never want this child to think I think less of the world of them.”
“I’m sure they won’t think that.”
“My family never thought I would either…” His words drifted up, a hint of sorrow flickering onto his expression.
You folded your lips, twisting your head to press a kiss on his temple, grinning fondly. “Well, your family thinks the world of you now. We always have.”
And that had spelled out the days ahead.
They were full of devotion and excitement, the other members of the RFA drowning themselves in every second they could.
“Hey! If you’re going to name the baby anything you should name it Honey Budha! That’d be the greatest honor!”
“Don’t curse the child that way. You should name them after something intelligent! Maybe it’ll be a blessing and help them with the horrors of school…”
You hadn’t quite taken any of their advice.
But in the final days, you had taken to the hospital, drenched in gifts and greetings from the RFA, even V dropping by as a sort of surprise.
And unsurprisingly enough, a bet had turned up.
“If the baby isn’t coming by tomorrow you owe my fifty bucks!”
“Well if the baby comes today you owe me a hundred!”
Yet despite everything, the timing couldn’t have been worse.
You had both been asleep, Jumin resting on the side of the bed, his hand entwined in your own, his breathing light alongside your own.
And then your water broke.
From then on it was the very definition of hectic.
You had woken Jumin with horror painting your face, his groggy features disappearing the moment you told him.
“The baby’s coming.”
He shot up, his chair snapping back against the wall.
“U-Um-I’ll uh…I’ll go get a doctor o-or something. Press your nurse call button.” His voice was rough, shaking with surprise, contorting as he raced through the door, his shoes clacking against the tile floors.
You had never pressed a button quicker, or with more urgency.
The doctors and nurses flooded in, noises coming from every corner.
As well did pain.
Throughout the time you kept hearing the familiar words to push, a blast of anguish as you attempted to do so, nearly breaking Jumin’s hand in your hold.
Despite this, he kept calm, simply assuring you, running a gentle thumb over your knuckles sweetly.
And eventually, the final push came.
You had let out a final cry, an exhausted breath heaving from your chest.
Yet it all felt as if it dissipated the moment you heard a crying.
And you saw it.
The doctors wrapped it in a blanket, curving about to you, your eyes glossy as you stared in awe, sitting up to take them in your arms.
“It’s a girl,” The doctor whispered, smiling. “I’ll let you have some time alone.”
You couldn’t care less, your husband’s arms cradling around you, his breath hitching at the sight.
And as you saw him, you saw tears slipping down his cheeks.
“It’s a girl…” He choked back, hiding his face behind you, an unspeakable joy covering every inch of him. “We have a daughter!”
“We do!” You exclaimed, peppering his face in kisses, before looking back to your new child.
And as she opened them you noticed the most wonderful thing.
She had Jumin’s eyes.
They were bright and delicate, staring up at you absent-mindedly, raising a handout, wrapping its tiny fingers about your own.
“She’s beautiful…” You muttered, watching as something like a smile lifted her lips.
“What?” You glanced at him confusedly.
“It means treasure, truth, and love. I think we should name her that.”
“Jin Ae…” You thought for a moment. “I love it.”
He tipped his forehead against your own, unable to withstand his own quiet laughter.
“You wanted to know what gave me the idea?”
He looked to you with an adoring gaze, Jin Ae letting out a small giggle.
And his words were the very epitome of love-laced.
“I wanted to find a name that reminded me of the most precious person in my life. You.”
A/N:Okay! So close. One more chapter after this, then a bonus chapter! We are closing up this series. But I have a feeling I might write a sequel to this series. I don’t know. What do you guys think? Would you like me to? Let me know! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The longest in the series! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Sweet, angst and smooch (huehue still) Word count: 5,540 Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?
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lay in bed while staring up at the ceiling. I am so exhausted.
sun peeks out from between the curtains of my window. I turn on my phone to see
the time. I see messages from my co-workers on my screen popping up, asking me
where I was. I sigh out. I have three days off, man. I just came back from a
must have brought in new files then if they are that desperate for me. I weakly
get up from the bed feeling my head spinning painfully. I sniff in. My nose is
blocked. Great. It was a fever after all. I felt it coming last night.
must’ve caught them over the trip. It was probably caused by the exhaustion. I
barely got any sleep last night because of what happened too.
mind plays back the memory when Bucky and I kissed. It was so passionate and
slow. I never felt anything like it before. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I
enjoyed every second of it. But it was wrong. So wrong.
brush my fingers weakly over my lips, still remembering the way his lips moved
on mine. How gentle it was. How quick it was. How passionate it was. It is as
though Bucky had left a print of his lips against mine.
hear the buzzing of my apartment doorbell. My head throbs at the noise. I
didn’t want to get up, but it buzz once again after 30 seconds. I rub my
temples before forcing myself out of the bed. The doorbell continues to buzz
again. I’m going to punch the face of whoever it was.
coming! Geez.” I say while approaching the door and coughing out. I open the
door, keeping the sliding on my door intact. Bucky’s figure stands outside of
the door. My heart drops. Why didn’t I check the peephole first just now?
close the door back, but his metal arm got in the way. I bite my lower lip,
leaning myself against the door. I don’t want to face him right now. Not when
my head is throbbing like crazy.
open the door, please.” He pleads to me. I close my eyes, trying so hard not to
think about the kiss.
do you want?” I ask him.
want to see you.” He says quietly. “Please.”
sigh out. I can’t argue with him even if I wanted to. My head is spinning. He
can even just bust the door down without hesitating if he wanted to.
your arm.” I say. When he did, I close the door back and remove the slider.
After Bucky enters, I lean against the door to support myself as I lock the
door. He looks over at me with concern in his eyes.
you okay?” He asks. I wave him off while wobbling my way to the kitchen.
a little fever.” I say. My vision blurs a little. I lean on the counter to
catch my breath. I suddenly feel hands wrapping around my arm.
have a high fever, Y/N. Let’s get you to bed.” He says, feeling the temperature
of my body. I shake my head.
no. I’m fi—” I let out a cough from the itch in my throat. He sighs and without
a word, swoops me up in one motion. I gasp. He carries me towards my bedroom.
Bucky put me down!” I try to yell out, but my coughs kept getting in the way.
He lays me down in my bed gently before putting the covers over me. He places
his flesh hand over my forehead.
103. That is quite high, Y/N.” He says before disappearing out the door. I hear
him opening several cabinets in the bathroom followed by running water. He
comes back with a small damp towel. He places it over my forehead, pressing his
wet hands against my neck.
didn’t you tell me you have a fever?” He asks worriedly.
showed up unannounced after kissing me last night and you expect me to tell you
that I have a damn fever the next morning, thinking that I have no guilt
whatsoever? How are you here and not with your wife? Then I’m still pissed at
you for keeping me in the dark for over a month. Suddenly, when I try to talk
to you, you tell me to go home. After that you…
rant inside my own mind, but my voice isn’t anywhere to be found.
be back. Get some rest.” He says.
know what to make of this. He doesn’t act like anything had happened last night
between us. Did he forget about the kiss? As he disappears out the door, I close
my eyes. There’s a little hint of lavender scent in the room.
• • •
hear his voice calling out for me. I flutter my eyes open to find Bucky back. What
time is it? I can smell something that is quite nice too.
supports my back to help me sit up. I rest myself against the headboard of my
bed with a pillow on my back. Oh the splitting headache. Is this what Bucky
felt during those times he gets them?
then drink this medicine.” I look at the bowl of porridge on a tray. Bucky
places it on my lap carefully. I raise an eyebrow before looking at him.
you make this?” I ask him.
blushes a little before running his finger through his hair. There were little
stains on his shirt. I manage a weak smile. That’s very sweet of him to cook
for me. But, I can only imagine what kind of mess he left in that kitchen.
tried. I looked it up.” He says. I take the first sip of the porridge. A little
too salty, but good nonetheless. I nod, liking the taste. He breathes out a
sigh of relief. I take another spoon of the porridge, forcing the food down my itching
throat. I wasn’t in the mood to eat, but Bucky didn’t leave until I was done.
yeah…” I say to him. He looks up at me.
did you need to see me for?” I ask, looking at him. He gives me a warm smile. I
was surprised to see it.
Right now you aren’t well. You should get all the rest you need.” He says
lovingly while running his hand down my hair.
nod slowly agreeing him. Whatever he does need to discuss might give me another
splitting headache anyways. But that tone. That tone was too sweet for me to
process. It did made my heart flutter, but, why is he being so sweet to me?
he gives me the medicine, he lays me back down on the bed. Before I knew it, I
dozed off once again.
• • •
had a rather odd dream.
don’t know what time it was, but it felt as though it was getting dark. My arm
is hanging off the bed. No, not hanging. Someone was holding it. Holding my
hand in theirs. I feel something rough brushing over the palm of my hands. My
thumb twitches a little at the sensation. Then I feel something warm and soft
against my palm. It feels so familiar.
don’t know what that was, but it made me feel so peaceful, so loved.
• • •
woke up to the sound of a yell. It sounded like it came from the living room. I
look at the time on my phone: Half past 2 in the morning. Damn. How long was I
asleep? My strength had returned a little from the meal Bucky gave earlier. I
force myself from the bed when I hear the yell again. It was a yell I’m all too
body shivers as soon as I step outside of my room. It is freezing cold in this
house. I walk into the dark living room. Bucky is sleeping on my couch. No
pillow, no blanket. How is he not cold? I look closer. I can see sweat dripping
from his forehead. His shirt was practically soaked from all the sweat.
groans and tosses on the couch again. His sweat soaking into the cushions. He
grips onto the fabric of the couch before letting out another painful yell. I
lean down quickly and shake him awake.
wake up!” I call out weakly.
eyelids flew open and his eyes were dilated again. He grabs my hand quickly
before pinning me down tightly onto the couch. Ow. My head spins and I felt the
contents of my stomach threatening to spill out.
He yells out letting me go. I take a deep breath, calming myself down. That knocked
the wind out of me since I was still a little sick. He leans over the couch a
little, placing a hand on his forehead.
dream was it?” I ask looking at him, still lying down on the couch. My eyeballs
feel like they are spinning around so much. I take another deep breath and feel
a little better. His gaze finds mine, but he says nothing.
so sorry…” Out of nowhere, he picks me up, holding me against his chest with my
head resting on his shoulder. My heart races. I can feel his cheek pressing
against the top of my head. I froze. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
so sorry.” He repeats as he takes me back to my room. I didn’t even answer. I
just closed my eyes and leaned into him. It feels nice to be close to him like
this again. He lays me back down before wetting the towel in the bowl of water.
sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says, still feeling guilty. I shake my
head. He wrings the towel and fold it wide enough to cover my forehead.
ok, Bucky.” I say weakly.
some sleep.” He says, brushing the wet strands of hair away from my forehead
with his metal hand before putting the towel on it. Despite the nature of it,
it felt gentle and warm against my skin. As he is about to leave, I grab onto
his hand. He looks at me surprised.
here.” I say simply with my eyes closed.
don’t know what made me say that, but all I know is I don’t want him to sleep
alone out there. Nor do I want to sleep alone in here. I can feel his eyes on
me as his hand wraps around mine in return. He moves to sit down on the floor,
still holding my hand.
pat to the space next to me. There’s more than enough space on my bed for him
to sleep on. Even though my eyes were closed, I can feel the intensity of his
stare towards me.
you sure?” He asks with a gentle voice. His flesh hand gently brushes over my
hair. I nod slowly, feeling myself drifting off a little. The bed shifts under
his weight as he lays down next to me. His hand never losing that grip it had
on my own hand.
don’t know what happened after that. All I know is that I woke up the next
morning to Bucky’s bare chest right in front of me. His arms are coiled around
me while my arms were around him. He had nuzzled his face into the crown of my
head. My heart beats fast at the sight before I quickly pull myself away from
him. I sit on my bed to watch him still sleeping. His sweat soaked shirt thrown
onto the floor.
feel a lot better than yesterday. The headache is gone, but the sniffs and
itchy throat are still there. I watch him shift around in the bed, sleeping
rather peacefully. I cover my face in my hands as I press my back into the
Y/N? With another woman’s husband? Are you serious?” I whisper to myself.
Cursing at the fact that I am taking advantage of Bucky’s kindness.
run my fingers through my greasy hair. I must look like a mess. I look back at
his topless body. I blush at the sight of his chest. My eyes trail down to his
pecs then back up to his metal arm. He’s so beautiful…
breath caught in my throat. Wait, w…we didn’t do anything did we? Why was his
shirt on the floor? I was still fully dressed, so that must mean we did nothing,
right? But why was he half naked when it is snowing outside? Is he not cold? I
am and I’m fully dressed.
glance up to his face. His eyes are open and staring right into me.
I say nervously and embarrassed. I hope he didn’t catch my wandering eyes just
now. Bucky brushes through his hair with his fingers as he yawns.
are you feeling?” He asks, reaching over and holding his fingers against my
neck to feel the warmth of it. My heart beats rapidly against my chest at the
sensation of his skin against mine.
two nights ago, he had kissed that very same spot.
lot better. Thank you.” I answer.
sorry to trouble you.” He sits up while keeping his eyes on me.
time tell me when you get sick.” He says seriously as he sits up on the bed in
front of me. I blink confused. Seriously, I got it overnight, how was I
supposed to tell you if you showed up first thing in the morning? Besides, how
can you think I’m able to even face you after kissing you when I know you’re
can manage on my own. I’ll be fine.” I say. A brief hit of dejavu. Didn’t Bucky
say what I just said that night as well? His eyes shift around in mine before
he sighs out, irritated.
tilts my face up with his metal hand before pressing his lips against mine. I
widen my eyes and pull myself away, banging my head against the wall. Ach, back
to the head spinning. What on Earth is he doing? I couldn’t even properly
process what just happened.
sounded painful.” He says while rubbing the sore spot where I hit my head. I
push him away from me, nearly knocking him off the bed.
are you doing this?” I ask straightforward, looking at him. Tears clouding my
eyes. I don’t want this. I don’t want him ruling over my emotions again. His
expression doesn’t change; still that same concerned but caring face.
have a wife of your own. You can’t do this.” I say to him, reminding him of his
feelings are mixed. Angry at him for kissing me. Happy that he finally did.
Confused that he even did it. Angry at him because of what he said to me
before. Happy that he is here with me. Angry at him for cheating on his wife.
Confused if he even cares about his marriage. Hate that I am feeling sick.
is wrong, Bucky. You can’t do this to Rosaline. I know your marriage isn’t that
well, but that doesn’t mean you need to find someone else. You can still make
it work.” I say, hurt at the fact that I may just be used by Bucky because of
his loneliness. Bucky keeps his eyes fixed on me. Not saying anything.
want you to be happy. I know you love Rosaline and it could still work. She is
very beautiful and kind and just the perfect one for you. Okay?” I say. I wait
for him to say something, but he only responds by brushing the back of his
fingers against my cheek. My heart flutters at the sensation of his skin
take my pillow and press it against his bare chest to keep him away from me.
He’s playing around with my emotions again. This is only hurting me more. He’s
making it difficult for me to help him out with his marriage.
you hear me, Bucky?? Don’t you want that happiness that you’ve always talked about?”
I ask him. Nothing but silence from him. I couldn’t read the emotion on his
face. A few moments of silence pass us.
you done?” He asks. I blink several times, surprised at the response. He lets
out a small sigh before lifting his metal hand up. The machine within his arm
whirs as he spreads his fingers open. I look at it; there is no ring on his
finger. I gasp.
me explain this time.” He says. I bite my lower lip, concern written all over
my face. He takes my hand in his, rubbing his thumb over it. What kind of
explanation he has for that missing ring, I’ll listen.
and I have divorced.” My heart drops. My face must have too but he put his
metal hand up to keep me quiet.
have been talking about it. We were emotional and lost in memories of the past.
We rushed into marriage without thinking. Unfortunately, her return also triggered
new nightmares from when she was around. It was too much for me. For us.” He
continues, looking down at my hand. Okay, that explains the worsening sleep
that night I came over here, Rosaline decided to properly give me the help I
need. But she also asked that we go through with divorce.” He says looking up
at me. So, he does remember that night after all. I watch his eyes, trying to
find any hint of sorrow in them.
agreed.” He adds. I open my mouth to protest but he cuts me off.
a psychologist after all. She knows that my heart doesn’t belong to her. And
she also realizes that hers doesn’t belong to me either.”
Bucky. Why? I thought you were really in love.” I say sadly. I was sad that
Bucky’s one chance at happiness had slipped through his fingers.
wasn’t. We weren’t. We were desperate. You know that.” He says, eyes lingering
around in mine. I look down, feeling a little sad that this was the aftermath
of their marriage.
I’m so sorry.” I say genuinely. He shakes his head.
as we went through the divorce, she helped me out to seek the help of a
specialist. The specialist put me through a treatment. It did helped me a lot.
My memories improved. I started remembering more of other people that were in
my life. My actual life. Not the life of Winter Soldier before. Though, his
does still appear in my dreams.”
watch him. I can see the joy in his expression. But I was still upset that they
have divorced. Bucky had a chance to build a family with her, but it’s gone
now. Though, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. By the fact that he just
lost that chance of having his own family. What didn’t he fight for her? Fight
to keep their marriage going?
the problem was, my memories of you were still hazy. Remember that time in the
park?” He asks while continuing to hold my hand. That pulled me out of my own
thoughts. I nod slowly.
memories of you were confused with memories of Rosaline. I mixed them up myself
and thought that it was Rosaline. So I asked her about it those dreams. She
said, with a smile, that it was you, not her. She hears me call your name out
in my sleep.” My heart races again in my chest.
calls out your name in his sleep. I hear them.”
said the exact same thing the other night. Bucky gives me his smile. The sweet
smile I had seen him give Rosaline during their wedding. How am I supposed to
feel right now after hearing that? Really, what am I supposed to feel right
now?? I’m so confused. I’ll just listen to his explanation first.
that, I focused more in getting the treatment for my mind. The specialist
brought me over to Canada for about a month to continue with my treatment. I
had only returned last week.” My eyes widen. The anger I caged within me
finally bursting free again. I pull the pillow away from him, raising it before
hitting him with it as hard as I could.
You were in Canada and you didn’t tell me?? You left me in the dark for over a
month without telling me that you were out for a treatment. Then come back and
telling me to ‘go home’?!” I shout at him as I hit him hard with my pillow. Nope,
I still didn’t forget the terrible things he said to me a couple of nights ago.
you tell me to go home when I see you! How could you?? If you think I was going
to forgive you so damn easily, you’re wrong! Do you know how hurt I was??” He
shields himself a moment, letting me let my anger out on him as I hit him over
and over again with the pillow. Fresh tears spilling out from my eyes.
me explain.” He grabs the pillow and pulls me towards him with it.
face inches away from his. The memory of our kiss flashes through my eyes
again. I pull myself away from him and letting my back press into the wall. I
cross my arms over my chest. I watch him, interested in listening to his
excuse. I can still feel that burning anger in my chest.
my stay in Canada, I realized how horrible I had been to you. Memories of our
fights, my jealousy and my outbursts. I was embarrassed. So embarrassed that I
prepared myself for your rejection when I get home. I saw your messages and
missed calls but I didn’t dare to pick it up. So I… pushed you away.”
raise an eyebrow. That is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard.
when I heard that you and Steve were in Canada, I had to see you. I didn’t
approach you though. I was still burdened with that guilt, but I’ve never felt
so alive when I saw you again.” He says quietly. It clicked. The man I saw once
during our visit. He was that man.
were the creepy guy??” I yell at him. He blinks before furrowing his brows.
I wasn’t being creepy.” He answers a little irritated. I clench my fist.
you were! Standing from far to watch me. Then staring me down at the lobby. You
were the one walking in that hallway that night, weren’t you??” I yell at him
again. He sighs out.
first two I can understand. That one in the hallway I was going to see Steve,
but you beat me to it. I was flying home that night and wanted to see him. I’m
sorry.” He says with a little laugh. That got me quiet.
am I supposed to feel? Angry? Sad? Why watch me from far like a stalker? If he
ignored me for a month, then why did he want to see me if he doesn’t plan on
saying anything to me? If he is pushing me away, why see me in the first place?
I stayed over at Tony’s when I got back and been thinking about what to do to
make it up to you, but didn’t know how. I felt ashamed. When I came over
yesterday, I was yet ready to face you. That’s why I reacted the way I did. I
let my ego take over this time, clouding my memories of you.”
instead of talking to me about it, you decided that it is best that you just continue
to push me away and not deal with it at all?” I say a little angry. He ignores
that anger in my tone.
you remind me of our memories together, I was overwhelmed with them. Memories
after memories. Feelings come flooding through my chest. It was so much and so
sudden that I lost it. I couldn’t let you slip through my fingers again.” I
blink. His eyes shift up to mine as his fingers laced around mine.
came and talked to me that night after you left. He whacked me on the head once
for kissing you before encouraging me to make things right with you yesterday.”
Bucky pulls my face close to his.
when I saw you got sick, I felt guilty. I decided to take care of you first
before explaining everything to you.” He brushes his metal hand through my
hair, holding on the ends of it gently. I remain quiet. What should I even say?
told me to not let things be anymore. To let it out instead of keeping
everything hidden from you.” He chuckles. It made my heart jump hearing that.
It was so gentle and sweet.
knew all along that my heart was with another. All this time the real love I’ve
been feeling was for the one right in front of me that I had turned a blind eye
to because of my unreliable memory. And he reminded me of her.” He continues.
heart skips a beat and I widen my eyes. Wait, does that mean…?
kept my feelings in before because of how she always seem to like it being on her
own. I didn’t want to lose that comfort I have with her. I was afraid that if I
tell her how I felt, I might lose her.” My heart aches.
I—” He moves his hand down to mine, making sure that my eyes were locked tight
in his gaze.
didn’t realize that’s how Bucky had seen me. Is it because I always kept my own
feelings hidden too? Kept my problems to myself and not sharing them with
anyone? Have those traits of me the cause for Bucky to push his own feelings
away just so he won’t lose me? I feel like such an idiot.
now, after all these time, I can’t keep it in anymore. I saw with my own eyes
of what true love can do. And I don’t plan on losing her ever again.” His eyes
locked in tight with mine. His hand runs through my hair once before he pulls
me into for another kiss. Soft and quick. I freeze against his lips.
reminded me the things she had done for me. He reminded me of our conversations
we would have about her in secret. The nights when I would always come to her
instead of him for comfort. The times when I get jealous just watching her talk
with other men than myself. The moments I would have with her that shows how
much I really love her only to be taken away by her respect for my marriage.”
love had brought life back into my heart when I thought the ice had frozen it
over. The love that caressed me when I wake up panting. The love’s gentle voice
that soothed out my troubled heart. The warm glass of honey milk love would
give to put me into a blissful sleep. The sincerity of love to keep me happy.
The open heart love have to listen to my dreadful past…”
head feels heavy.
my hand up to kiss the palm of it down to my wrist. My voice is stuck in my
throat. My chest tightens. My stomach flutters.
love’s hands that caringly held mine when I needed the comfort of knowing I was
no longer alone.” I look at him.
can feel my lips quivering at his words. My heart racing in my chest at the way
his lips move against my skin.
love that has never stopped even after I betrayed her. The love that is still
willing to accept me even after I had been blind towards her. The love that I
continue to rip apart without realizing, but still remains standing strong. The
unconditional love that still wants my happiness instead of her own.”
stop, I…” I choke on my voice, but he silences me by kissing my lips tenderly.
I hesitate for a moment, but return the kiss nonetheless. The other night’s
kiss was passionate, but this one was filled with love. So warm, soft and kind.
He pulls away from the kiss, eyes staring deep into mine.
are ‘her’, Y/N. The one who I truly love…” He says against my lips. Tears spill
from my eyes as I pull back to look at him.
love you, Y/N.” He says it again.
breath caught in my throat. I instantly feel the world coming to a stop. My
voice is nowhere to be found and my mind is completely blank. I can feel myself
melting down into the sheets. I couldn’t feel my heart beating anymore. Am I
hearing that right?
smiles at me, watching my blank reaction to his statement. I really didn’t know
how to react. The pain, anger and sadness I felt before completely disappeared
from within me.
sorry. I know it is all so sudden for you, but, I need to make that clear with
you.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead. I lean myself against him, suddenly
feeling tired from it all. My mind remains empty.
holds me tightly against him, burying his face in my hair. I take a deep
breath, trying to get my thoughts back so I can respond to him. But what kind of
response is appropriate at this time? After he said all of those? Should I
apologize for being angry at him all these time? Should I stay angry at him for
not being straightforward? Should I—
love you too, Bucky…” I answer without finishing my own thought.
was what I was feeling. The love beating inside of my chest was real. The one I
had tried so hard to forget. All those time I had fought to keep our friendship
alive weren’t in vain after all. I never expected him to return my feelings.
Being friends with him was good enough.
now that he finally returned my feelings, why should I push it away? My
conservative nature had intimidated Bucky enough to keep his feelings quiet. My
humbleness and quiet nature had been the reason why I choose not to tell him my
own feelings. We were both idiots in this case.
can feel Bucky’s body stiffens just before he buries his face into my shoulder.
I let out a laugh. Bucky pulls himself away from me to look at me. I was crying
and laughing at the same time. To think that all of these heartbreaks, all of
these fights and all of these problems would have easily been avoided if either
of us had the guts to tell the other how we feel in the first place.
you okay, Y/N?” He asks worriedly. Of course. From sweet and loving to crazy
laughing. I wipe my tears away before shoving him playfully.
took you four years, one marriage, a thousand fights and one fever to make you
realize of what true love is?” I ask teasingly, knowing well enough that it
104, for goodness sakes. I thought you’d know better.”
manages a smile, holding my hands in his again. I squeeze it gently, the same
way I would to remind him of his no longer present loneliness.
matter how long you live, it takes the right time and person to show you what
true love really means. Some never find them either. I’m just lucky enough to
live this long to see it with my own eyes. And to feel it as well.”
run my thumb above his gently.
true. You know true love with Steve as well.” He raises an eyebrow.
course. But our bond is brotherhood. Different kind of love.” I smile at him
before kissing his cheeks.
it is. But you are lucky to see true love twice.” I say smiling.
pulls me up into his embrace, holding me tightly against him. I wrap my arms
around his shoulders, feeling the love beating inside my heart. A love that had
shattered so many times yet remains within no matter what. A love that I never
thought would be returned but now that it finally did, it felt more wonderful
than what I could have ever imagined.
love that sparked over a warm glass of milk and honey.
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“Hey.” He mumbles after I slowly swing the door open. He stands in the doorway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his soft unruly hair pushed out of his face with a beanie, body clad in a simple Nike t-shirt and joggers, his lips slightly pouted as he stares at me waiting for me to respond.
“Hey.” I whisper, dropping my eyes to the floor after I signal him to come in. He quickly obliges as if I’m going to change my mind and push him out of my apartment at any given moment. I close the door behind him and take a deep breath before turning to face him, trying to rack my brain as to why he would be here.
“Why are you here?” I question a little surprised at how monotone and uninterested my voice came out.
“I needed to talk to you. You’ve been so distant with me lately and I just wanted-no needed to figure out why.” He responds making me look up at him in surprise.
“I think we both know why. You don’t have to act like you don’t know what’s going on.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’m being a hundred percent honest with you when I tell you I have no clue what you’re talking about. Can you please explain to me what’s going on?” He asks sounding exasperated.
“You know…all of those times that you told me I was good enough for you and reassured me that I was all you ever wanted…I believed you. I allowed myself to be sucked into what you were saying, and then the realization hit me. I’m not good enough for you. I never have been, and I never will be. I allowed myself to be lied to, and I think somewhere deep down I knew what was going on. I knew what you were doing…that you were just playing me. Yet, the realization hit me like a freight train. It knocked the wind out of my lungs and has left me feeling empty. Now you’re here and my body can’t make up its mind. It feels at ease while also feeling like you’re shoving my head underwater, watching me struggle…and yet I don’t mind. Because while all you’ve ever seen me as was an experiment, a joke to laugh about with your friends, I still manage to love you unconditionally. It’s ridiculous isn’t it?” I ask calmly, looking up at him as my hands ball up after tugging my sweater over them. "You can cut the act Ethan, the secret’s out.“
He stares at me with a look of confusion trying to mask the hurt that seems to be pooling in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?” He whispers, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. For a minute I think he’s embarrassed, upset that I’d caught him in the act, but then I realize that’s not what it is at all. He blinks quickly and for a split second I see the glint of tears in his eyes.
“Savannah told me everything.” I state, “She told me all about your bet with your friends that you could get me to fall for you. That you could pretend I was everything you ever wanted and then end it like it was nothing. This wasn’t a relationship Ethan. This was a bet to prove to your friends that you could get any girl you wanted. I just so happened to be the lucky victim in your little game. She told me how you kept them posted on your progress and how quick and easy it was to get me to fall in love with you, how I was the laughing stock of your friends.” I breathe looking at him as angry tears sting at the back of my eyes. “Did it ever occur to you that I’m a human being? A human being that deserves to be treated right and not as a silly little game that you can just pick up as a joke and then throw aside once you get the prize. I’ve been hurt by so many people, but this has to be one of the lowest things that anyone has ever done to me.”
“Wait, listen to me.” He breathes, lightly grabbing both of my arms lightly. “Let me explain. I know I don’t deserve it, but I need you to know something.” He waits for some sort of disagreement and then begins. “What Savannah told you was true. My motives in the beginning were terrible. They were entirely based on a bet that I was determined I wouldn’t lose. I chose you and everything was going as plan, as terrible as that is. Then I started really getting to know you. The more time we spent together and the more I learned about you, the less prominent the bet became in my mind. I started falling for you, you may not believe me, but you literally became the only thing I wanted. I dropped out of the bet months ago, before I asked you to be my girlfriend. They all laughed at me and told me I was pathetic but I honestly didn’t care. I didn’t need them. They spend their time at parties drinking and talking behind each others back. They all hang out but they don’t realize that they don’t have any friends. I didn’t want them anymore, they act like they’re on top of everyone else constantly and I was sick of it. So I stopped hanging out with them and started spending every minute I could with you. I had fallen for you and that’s all I really cared about.” He stops and looks down at me, “I don’t know why Savannah told you about the bet it’s from ages ago and isn’t even relevant anymore. All I know is that I’m in love with you and that’s all I really care about.” As soon as he finished his explanation his head dipped down and pushed his lips against mine. Maybe I should’ve been angry and hurt, and kicked him out…but I didn’t. While the fact that the only reason he approached me was because of that bet, I was kind of glad because he was mine and no one could do anything to change that.