Faint, slightly irritating rumbling sounds rang in my ears, slowly pulling me out of my otherwise heavy sleep and forced my sore eyes to blink a few times, before being able to open them fully. At first, everything seemed blurry and the noises surrounding me seemed rather unfamiliar.
Slowly, waking up fully, I found myself laying in Shawn’s lap with my feet across the empty seat, I should have been sitting in.
Summary: Jimin knew he loved you, he loved everything about you. He also knew that he wasn’t ready for a relationship, so he forced himself to hate you and it worked. It left the both of you broken hearted, and you ignoring him. Will he confess to you? Or will you leave him for good?
Best Of Me - 5/7
Word Count: 6777
The way you tilt your head back when you laugh. The way you scrunch your nose when you’re playing a video game against Jungkook and you’re losing. The way you wrap yourself up into blanket before sitting down, no matter the temperature. The way your hair comes untuck from behind your ears and falls into your face. The way you always talk, with light in your voice, always intrigued at what the others are saying.
Jimin hated it. He hated your laugh, he hated how loud and obnoxious it was. He loved watching you lose against Jungkook, but hated hearing you whine about it. He never understood the blanket concept, even when it’s scorching out, you somehow manage to be covered up. He hates how you never do anything with your hair, how it’s always down and a mess, like you just rolled out of bed. And your voice, it cuts him like glass.
Right now, he’s cringing at just how loud your voice is as you’re complaining to Hoseok about your day at work. Still dressed in your work clothes, you just had to come over and rant to someone. He can hear you plain as day from the living room, interrupting his TV show that he so badly wanted to watch.
“I just don’t understand what went through her mind to do something like that! She completely messed up twenty-five files Hoseok! I would have understand if it was like five, but twenty-five!” You let out a groan and placed your elbows on the countertop as you watched Hoseok grab items from the refrigerator to make a quick dinner.
“I mean, it’s only her what, fifth week, cut her some slack Y/N, she’ll learn.” Hoseok was too forgiving sometimes, you on the other hand didn’t have the patience to be dealing with 25 files being recorded incorrectly. It leaves you to redo them, at home, on your own time.
“Yeah, her fifth week.” You rolled your eyes and massaged your temples with your index fingers. “Hoseok she should know better.”
“Well maybe,” he placed some salad ingredients on the countertop next to you with knife as well, “she was just stressed or got too caught up in her thoughts, I don’t know. Just ask her tomorrow, it’s not like she did it on purpose. Oh can you also cut that tomato?”
You grabbed the knife with your hand and started cutting up the tomato, taking small pieces from it and plopping it into your mouth. “I guess you’re right, I’ll talk to her tomorrow. It’s just,” you set the knife down as Hoseok reached above you for 2 bowls, “now I have to redo all those files.”
Hoseok started making the two of you salads as you grabbed some water from the fridge. You sat at the table as he brought over the 2 bowls. “How about, you stay here and I can help you.” He let out a cheeky grin.
“How about no.” The both of you looked up to be greeted with Jimin leaning against the wall. “How about you go home and get that done.”
“Good afternoon to you too Jimin.” You grinned at him, and Jimin scoffed. “I mean Jimin is right Hobi, I should go home and get this done.”
“No it’s alright, do it here and I can maybe help you. I don’t know with what, but I can try.” Hoseok was trying his best to help take the workload off of you, he hated seeing you stressed out like this. Jimin on the other hand, didn’t mind watching you suffer. As long as you leave at the end of the night or anytime soon, it was just fine for him.
“Are you sure I won’t be intruding?”
“When are you ever intruding? You seriously just barged in here twenty minutes ago!” Hoseok and you both let out a laugh. You nodded your head at him, indicating that he was right. You didn’t need to knock anymore, you were always here, and it helped that you were Taehyung’s childhood friend growing up.
“You have a point, let me just go to my car quickly then and grab everything.” You bustled out of their apartment and Jimin let out a groan.
“Why are you inviting her to stay?” Annoyance laced his voice.
“Uhm I don’t know because she’s our friend?” Hoseok grabbed your bowl along with his and placed them in the dishwasher. “What’s so bad about her being here?”
Jimin ran his hands down his face. “She’s just so annoying hyung! I wanted to watch my TV show but I couldn’t because of her being too loud like always!” Hoseok just laughed.
“Jimin, stop being childish. She’s a friend and we treat with her respect around here.”
“Well she’s your guy's’ friend but she isn’t mine. I can’t stand her.” With that, Jimin left the kitchen and sat back down on the couch, turning the volume up on the TV.
You walked through the door again, with folders in your hand and your laptop case thrown around your shoulder. Hoseoks’ eyes went wide, looking at each folder you had to do. “I told you it was a lot yet you told me to it’s gonna be alright!” You strode past him, heading into the living room. You sat down on the other end of the couch from Jimin, and he glared at you. “What?” You questioned him as you sat everything down, and watched what was on the TV.
“I think you should leave.” He said it darkly, his eyes squinting at you, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you it’s just my normal spot to go and…”
“Bye.” He waved at you, and turned the volume up even more to silence you. You and Hoseok walked back out into the kitchen, and he helped you place your items neatly on the table.
“I’m sorry if I made him upset.” Apologizing to Hoseok wasn’t going to anything.
“Nah don’t worry about, he’s been in a mood all day.” Opening your laptop bag and retrieving your laptop, you set it out on the table so you and Hoseok could look at the spreadsheets you needed to do. “Well how about,” Hoseok started and he opened one of the folders you had, “you start with this folder, and I’ll organize each folder and hand them to you, and then place the done folders on the other side of us.”
“God you’re a life savior Hobi.” You snatched the folder from his hand as he let out a chuckle. “But if you don’t mind,” his eyes peeled away from the sheets of paper to look at you, “can you get me a blanket please?”
Your eyes were dry, your fingers hurt, your head was pounding, but the 25th file was done and inputted into your laptop. Shutting your laptop, you stared at Hoseok and let out a sigh. “How long was that?” Hoseok peered down at his watch and his eyes went wide. “What?”
“Five hours Y/N, oh my god.” He rubbed his eyes intensely as he drug out the last word in his sentence.
“I think it was only five hours because Tae and Namjoon came back.” You grabbed your laptop case and placed it on the table while sliding your laptop into it.
“Tae acted like he hadn’t seen you in years when he saw you yesterday morning.” Hoseok rolled his eyes at the younger boy, as he stood up and pushed in his chair. The only light that was on was a small one above the table, otherwise the whole house was dark and quiet.
“Oh be nice, that’s my best friend ya know?” A half smile came across your lips as you stood as well, stretching. “Thanks again for the help, and I’m sorry for keeping you up.”
Hoseok waved his hands at you with a little ‘psh’ coming out of his mouth. “It was no problem Y/N, I’m glad you got it done though and can go home and sleep.” You grabbed the neatly stacked files as you adjusted the laptop on your shoulder.
“Ugh sleep sounds amazing right about now.” The blanket you were wrapped up in was now in your hands. You walked to the living room quickly to place it on the couch, but saw Jimin fast asleep and shivering. With the one hand that was available you tossed the blanket over Jimin and fixed it as neatly as you could so it covered him up all the way.
Jimin’s eyes opened faintly to see the image of you adjusting a blanket on him. He didn’t know he was that cold until you woke him up momentarily. “Thanks.” He mumbled out, before turning to his side and dozing off again, or so you thought.
You walked back out into the kitchen to be greeted with Hoseok by the door, waiting for you. “Jimin looked cold so I put the blanket on him.” You sheepishly grin as you slid on your shoes.
“I bet he appreciates that.” Hoseok opened the door for you while saying good-bye and gently shut it. He walked over to the table and turned of the light, and as he was yawning, heading to the bathroom he bumped into Jimin.
“Tell her to not put a blanket on me again.” He shoved the blanket into Hoseok’s chest and walked past him.
“Jimin she only did it because you were cold.” Hoseok threw the blanket onto the couch as the younger got to the bathroom before him.
“Well tell her thanks for waking me up.” He slammed the door on Hoseok, and Hoseok let out a little growl.
“Well maybe you should thank her because every time you sleep on the couch your neck ends up hurting.” Hoseok waited for a reply from Jimin, but nothing came out his mouth. Hoseok stood there contently, knowing that he was right. The door finally opened and Jimin walked out.
okay but can you imagine the hoods spending the day at the beach and baby hood is super excited bc she likes the beach and just saw moana and the movie had the ocean and so many pretty colours and she’s just super happy to be near the water
so you and calum get to the beach and baby hood is struggling to go to the water and doesn’t like having to wait while mama hood puts on sunscreen and baby hood is just chillin in her pink bathing suit and her tush is big and fat bc of her swim diaper and calum puts on her bucket hat to keep the sun off her face but it hides all her curls that she got from him
but FINALLY she’s able to go to the water and she’s waddling her way down the sand (making pit stops to play in it bc the walk is far from where their towels are to the water) and calum is slowly following her and is playing in the sand trying to make a sand castle only for baby hood to get up and continue her walk to the water and when she gets there she just stands at the edge and giggles when the water reaches her toes because it’s cold
it takes her a little bit but when she starts to walk into the water calum scoops her up and walks in himself stopping when he’s knees deep and dipping baby hood in, her squeals of joy echoing down the beach, and he swings her around and plops her in the water only to spring her back up again but once baby hood seems to be okay with the cold water he puts half of her body in and it’s only okay bc daddy is holding onto her and nothing bad happens around daddy
soon you follow and baby hood is squealing to be in your arms so when she’s transferred over calum dips into the water, his curls dripping wet and glistening in the summer sun, and he’s making bubbles under water to try and make baby hood laugh and she’s trying to grab them
But the day eventually comes to an end and you, calum and baby hood walked up to the pier and had a quick dinner at the local fish and chips stop and by the end baby hoods eyes are fluttering closed but she’s trying to stay awake because if she does maybe daddy will take her back to the water but eventually she passes out on calums chest and he’s looking like he couldn’t be better even thought he has a one year old drooling on his chest and there’s sand in his hair and there is about a hour and a half ride home but he’s here with his two favourite girls and life can’t seem to get any better for him
he softly deposits baby hood into her stroller and stands up, throwing his arms in the air and stretching his muscles, a loud yawn escaping from him “maybe it’s time for you to take a nap too?” you mumble, softly pulling baby hoods blanket up to her chest as she snoozes away and a soft chuckle comes from calum as he leans down and places a sweet kiss on your lips “nah I still got a few more hours with my two favourite girls”
After having a quick dinner, you set the table with Jimin’s food and made your way to your room. You immediately started packing all that you could and all the while made a mental list of all the things you wanted to get at the store tomorrow before your in-laws would be home.
Jimin came to the kitchen a little while later and he was expecting you to be sitting at the table, eating dinner. But instead, he found some dirty dishes in the sink and his food set on the table. He hated eating alone, but he got used to it at night. Sometimes you would eat with him for breakfast, but you only ever sat in silence. You had one friendly conversation after all these months, so nothing was supposed to change in your dynamic… right? He sighed as he pulled his chair out and sat down.
The next morning, Jimin woke up to the sound of the vacuum. He turned to look at the clock and was surprised that it was already 9:30. Usually, he would have been at work by this time, but he had taken the day off in order to prepare for his parent’s arrival. He quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower in order to prepare for the long day ahead. He entered the living room a few moments later only to find it more clean than usual. You had always made it a deal to have the house clean, but everything was in tip top shape today. The magazines were all organized neatly on the coffee table and that vacuum patterns on the carpet were left to be admired. He looked up to your side of the house and found a few boxes outside. You exited your room a few minutes later, wiping off some sweat from your forehead.
You hadn’t heard Jimin wake up and you figured you would just let him sleep in on his day off. You weren’t really sure how much help he would be anyways.
“So…I guess I’ll move these boxes into my room then?” he asked, walking towards the first box.
“Oh. Uh, good morning. And yeah, that would be great, thank you” you said, thankful for the help.
Pretty soon, all the boxes were moved into his room and you were almost done cleaning the house. You had been up since 6am, cleaning and packing and rearranging the guest room. You still had so much left to do though and you were tired just thinking about it.
“How about you go unpack the boxes? I cleared out some space for you in the closet and in the bathroom” Jimin said. He could notice how tired you looked already, but the job had to be done. The act had to be perfect.
word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)
author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.
Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.
Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.
But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.
“i really love Spider-Man. I feel like I shouldn’t, but i do.”
“Jen, I have a Spider-Man shower curtain. If you’re looking for someone to shame you for loving Peter Parker, it’s certainly not gonna come from me.”
-me to my best friend about our mutual love for Spidey.
Here’s my first time posting a Peter Parker reader insert on tumblr. I’m supposed to be working on requests for DeviantArt but ssssh, I’ll get to it later. I just wanna indulge in Peter Parker for a little while longer 💕
Today had been awful for you, and you needed your daily dose of Peter cuddles in order to make it to the weekend.
“Ugh, fuck Tuesdays, honestly.”
Because 99% of the teachers in Midtown High were out to get you, you had to deal with pop quizzes for half of your classes and you had been called on numerous times to answer questions you didn’t even know the answers to.
It felt like you had been made into a complete laughingstock throughout the day, and you were honestly exhausted.
There was no way you were going home after this shitty day.
Earlier, you had texted your parents, letting them know that you planned to stay the night at Peter’s place, and you were super grateful that they let you go without a single complaint.
You knew that they would let you spend the night at his house because he was basically your best friend in the whole world. Ignoring the fact that you had feelings for him, you were okay with being his best friend and did your best to support him when he DID have crushes. (Damn you Liz Allan for winning Peter’s affections just from existing!)
Letting out a sigh of relief when you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex, you walk up the creaky steps and greeted the neighbors that passed by with a smile on your face.
Arriving at Peter’s apartment, you knock on the door and wait a few beats, hoping that Aunt May wouldn’t mind you spending the night. After waiting a few minutes, you hear the lock unlatch before revealing a cheerful woman as she greeted you with a wide smile. “[Name], it’s good to see you! Unfortunately, Peter will be working a bit late and won’t be home until much later.”
“That’s fine! I’m used to his crazy schedule, anyways.” You step into the apartment and detect the scent of cinnamon and apples in the air, “Ohh, are you making something Aunt May?”
“I am. I wanted to treat Peter with his favorite apple pie since he’s been so good. Has he told you about the internship he got with Mr. Stark?”
You nod, “He has. But again, it comes as no surprise to me since he’s so smart. Do you mind if I help you?” You ask with a beaming smile on your face.
"Are you kidding me? I was counting on your help!”
You spend the next couple of hours baking with Aunt May. During that time, both of you shared embarrassing stories pertaining to Peter as you each got bits of sugar and flour in your hair from how much you were giggling.
It was nearing 10 in the evening when you and May finished baking the pie and had a quick dinner of meatballs and spaghetti. She saves a plate for Peter and places it in the fridge when you excused yourself.
"I think I’m gonna wait for Peter in his room.”
"That’s fine dear, but remember-”
”Yes, I’ll keep the door open. Jeez, I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about since Peter only sees me as like, his sister. Goodnight May!”
The older woman laughs and responds with her own “Goodnight.” When she sees that you have disappeared into Peter’s room, she shakes her head, practically in disbelief at how oblivious you were when it came to her beloved nephew’s feelings for you.
You sigh and throw your schoolbag against the corner of Peter’s room. Scratching the back of your head, you quickly rummage through the drawers and found the sweater and pair of sweatpants you always wore when you spent the night. Holding his clothes close to your chest, you snuggle them for a few seconds before putting them on.
Of course the clothes were a little long on you, but you were too busy acknowledging the fact that you were surrounded with Peter’s comforting scent.
You really didn’t care how much his clothes dwarfed your form.
You breathe in deeply, smelling the faint scent of his cologne. With a dreamy smile on your face, you fall into Peter’s twin sized bed and curled up against his pillow, nuzzling its softness before shutting your eyes.
It was close to midnight when Peter finished his nightly patrol around the city. When he came home, he was greeted with the mouth watering scent of apple pie and spaghetti. Going into the kitchen, he sees the note that Aunt May left him:
Dinner is in the fridge, your favorite pie is on the counter ♡ ps- [name] is spending the night so please be quiet when you come home!
His appetite was long forgotten when he realized that –you– were here. With his heart hammering in anticipation, Peter tiptoes to his room and sees you curled up in his bed.
His heart melts at the sight of you, and he feels a strange type of possessiveness wash over him. You looked good in his clothes, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.
No other man would ever know the pleasure of you wearing their clothes.
Shrugging off his hoodie, he throws it to the side and gets on the bed with you, being careful with his movements so that you wouldn’t awaken. With an almost reverent touch, he runs the back of his hand against your cheek.
“You’re so beautiful. You’ll never know how much I want you to be mine…” his heart continued its rapid gallop, and he felt all of his hesitation disappear at the sight of your sleeping face. Taking advantage of the fact that you were unconscious, Peter leans in and presses a kiss against your lips.
"I love you.”
In your sleepy haze, you heard him and wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes just a tiny bit as a smirk adorned your features, “So you love me? I thought you had a thing for Liz.”
Peter stutters, feeling flustered at hearing your sleepy voice and looking at your features at such a close proximity. You prevent him from pulling away by kissing him again, effectively silencing his nervous rants when he kissed you back.
After a few minutes, you pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes, hearing him admit, “I only had a mild crush on Liz. You are the one I’ve always wanted.”
You giggle and kiss the bottom of his jaw. “Tell me, what made you finally admit your undying love for me? I… I honestly thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
Peter chuckles before pulling you toward him in a warm hug, making you settle against his chest when he lays back. He kisses the top of your head, “It’s me who thought I wouldn’t have a chance with you because you’re too good for me. But to answer your question…”
Peter trails off and places his hand on the sweater your were currently wearing. Your breath hitches when he gently reaches in and touches your skin from beneath the fabric, “Seeing you wearing my clothes has always been a weakness of mine, and I couldn’t stand just having you as a friend anymore.”
You giggle and nuzzle Peter’s chest before leaning up to press a kiss against the base of his throat. “Then I should wear your sweaters more often.”
Summary: You lost your vision at a young age due to an infection in your brain and you’ve coped with it well. You’re a successful professor at a local university, casually making your way down the hall when your friend and college Helen Cho introduces you to Bucky. You grow close over several months of late night coffee and the occasional stay in your apartment, but Bucky doesn’t want to tell you who he really is in fear of scaring you off. What happens when a miracle procedure might give you back your sight?
Warnings: light swearing, blind!reader (for most of it)
A/N: Okay before you read this, I am not blind, I do not know anyone who is blind and therefore this is my BEST ATTEMPT to write from the perspective of someone who is visually impaired. Please don’t be too hard on this.
It’s amazing just how much of someone you can see when you can’t actually see them.
Your day started out like it always did; with the sound of your alarm blaring in your ear. You reached out to tap at your phone screen, one, two, three times until you finally hit the correct place that disabled the alarm.
The wind whistled and you heard the patter of rain outside of your small apartment. It must be horrible weather, you thought to yourself. You pulled the covers of your bed off of your body and sat up, dangling your feet over the edge of the mattress.
You propped yourself out of your bed’s compound, feeling along the wall to find the door so you could walk out of your bedroom. Once you’d managed to exit your room, you traced your hand along the walls of the hallways until your fingers caught on a doorway, you turned right.
Your life had been like this for as long as you could remember. You’d lost your sight when you about three years old due to a rare brain infection that the doctors caught a few days too late. It wasn’t all too troubling to you now, you were in your late twenties and had a wonderful job working as an assistant professor at a local university.
You were happy, every piece of your life seemed to be falling into place… Except of course for love.
You’d been single for so long you almost forgot what it was like to feel someone’s tight and loving embrace or how attached you can get to the smell of the person you love.
So many people had set you up on blind dates - and so many people had made the blind date joke - that every time a friend brought up a ‘wonderful guy’ they knew, you’d shut it down instantly. The blatant truth about every man you’d gone out with on those set ups was this; no one wanted to date the blind girl.
You’d all but given up as you attended friends weddings and baby showers, some of them. Perhaps you weren’t cut out for that kind of life, or at least that’s what you told yourself.
As you went through the motions of making coffee that you’d all but memorized, you felt the empty space of the base of your left ring finger and sighed heavily.
You drank your coffee in silence, your mind drifting off to the possible face of whoever Mr. Right might be, not that you’d ever see it for yourself.
When you made it back to your closet in your room, you peeled off your sleep shirt, feeling the hangers that hung in your closet for the braille lettering that told you what was hung there.
‘mom’s favourite dress’
That one you remembered the texture of, it was soft and lightweight but felt beautiful on. You decided that this would be perfect.
You put it on, walking back to your front door and feeling inside the drawers to grab for a pair of flats, which you found instantly by their feel.
You slipped them on and took your keys from the hook that you felt on your right, waiting for the familiar honk of a horn signifying your ride was here. When you heard the sound, you reached forward and grasped the cool metal of the door knob, twisting it and pulling it open, making sure to grab your long cane before you walked out.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice, which you recognized as your co-professor, Helen Cho said.
“Hey!” You said as you felt the padlock for the keyhole, locking it and turning to walk down your porch towards the sound of the idling car.
You felt your cane hit the car lightly, so you felt along the smooth metal surface until you found the handle, opening it and getting inside.
The smell of the mint car air freshener hit your noise rather violently when you entered, but you got used to it after a while.
“Big day today.” Helen said as you began moving.
“Why’s that?” You asked.
“I managed to convince Banner to come and give a lecture on gamma rays.”
“Are you serious?” You gasped. You knew Helen worked for some high end clientele from time to time and only really took up the co prof job because she needed to be busy, but you didn’t know she had that much pull.
“Uh huh.” She said.
“Holy hell.” You mustered, “So we don’t even have to lecture today?”
“Nope, we push everything back for tomorrow.”
“It’s like a day off.” You laughed.
“And so, gamma radiation acts as an invasive form of…”
You had been zoning back in and out of Banner’s lecture, not that it really mattered anyways. It had been about a half hour so you excused yourself, taking your cane and making your way back out into the hallway to take a small walk to stretch your legs.
You’d made it about halfway down the familiar hallway when you heard a very unfamiliar voice accompanying that of Helen Cho.
“I know it’s hard for you being here, but I figured it would be good for you to meet her, I mean you’re perfect for each other- Oh, hello, (Y/N). Bored of the lecture already?” Helen’s voice said.
“Not that Banner isn’t a wonderful public speaker,” You mused, “But gamma radiation isn’t new for me. Nothing to learn really.”
“I figured as much,” She laughed, “Oh, this is-”
“Bucky.” The voice said.
Bucky had extended his hand shake yours but Helen nudged him and nodded down at the white cane you held in your hand and he understood, his face flushing bright red.
“Okay everyone, I’m blind not stupid.” You laughed, sensing what he’d done based on an immeasurable amount of experience and the awkward silence.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You said, extending your own hand out, which he took.
His hands were warm and rough and calloused, large palms and long fingers, but comfortingly so.
“And you.” He replied, something along the lines of shock in his tone, but you shrugged it away.
“Well, I’ll let you to get back to it.” You said, quickly dismissing yourself and turning to walk back down the hall when Helen stopped you.
You turned back around.
“Bucky and I were going to go out for drinks later tonight, I figured you might want to join?”
You hesitated, social outings weren’t your thing, and Helen knew that.
“Or maybe just coffee?” She rephrased.
“Sure, if you want to meet at my place around 9?”
“God, you are such a nightowl.” Helen laughed.
“Yes or no, dearest, it’s not that hard.” You chided her.
“We’ll be there.”
“Alright, I’ll see you later. Nice meeting you Bucky.”
You finished your day quickly and thanked Helen when she dropped you back off at your apartment, ignoring the ‘wear something nice’ comment she made. You knew she was saying was ‘wear something nice because Bucky is going to be there’, but you didn’t say anything about it.
You didn’t know Bucky, you weren’t looking to impress him. If he turned out to be a great guy after tonight and you saw each other again, maybe you’d consider the whole ‘looking really good’ thing, but not yet. You didn’t want to put that much effort into an appearance that you couldn’t even appreciate yourself.
You made yourself a quick dinner. An aspect of your life that seemed to shock everyone around you was how well you coped independently. You were able to do almost everything by yourself based on muscle memory, hearing, scent, and a little intuition.
By the time you politely asked siri what time it was, it was around 8:30. You decided to change into a pair of jeans and a soft knit sweater, your favourite one.
You let your hair down from its fastened bun, loose curls hitting your face softly.
A sound of a car door slamming made you slowly make your way to the front door of your flat. You instantly noted that it wasn’t the same sound of slam as Helen’s car.
A buzzer went off and you pressed the button at the door.
“Who is it?” You asked.
“It’s Bucky.” The voice answered, and you remembered him by the sound.
You liked his voice a lot, it was rough and a bit patchy, but low and smooth sounding somehow.
You unlocked your door and swung it open.
“Hi.” You greeted him, stepping to the side to allow him in.
“Helen sort of bailed.” He admitted, and you noticed that his voice still came from in front of you meaning he hadn’t entered in yet.
This was another schemed date attempt on Helen’s part and you only now figured it out. You mentally cursed yourself for not being wise enough to see through it.
“I just figured I’d swing by and tell you, you probably don’t want to spend the night with a total stranger.” You heard him take a few steps back.
“Well, who said that?” You asked, as if your words came out faster than you could process.
There was something about this man that you liked quite a lot, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He had an aura about him that you found relaxing.
“The coffee pot is already on, I won’t be able to drink it all by myself.” You said with a smile.
“Alright.” He replied and you felt the wind brush by you as his large frame made it’s way past you.
“Make yourself at home.” You said, moving back into the kitchen once you’d closed the door, “How do you take coffee?”
“Just black would be wonderful.” He said as you waited to hear him sit down on the couch, but no such sound came, “Can I help with anything?”
“Gosh no, sit your ass down.” You laughed, and were overjoyed to hear him do the same.
“Okay, okay.” He said, his footsteps moving back to the living room where he sat on the couch.
You poured the coffee into mugs and carried them out to where Bucky was, knowing he was on the couch. You handed one to him, slightly to the side but close enough that he could reach it, then made your way over to sit beside him.
“So, since it’s now just the two of us, I suppose I should get to know you.” You said.
“Suppose so.” You felt him shift uncomfortably, which made you feel like you needed to back off ever so slightly.
“Unless of course you don’t want to.” You added.
“No, it’s alright. i just don’t usual talk much about myself.” He said.
Bucky wanted to open up to you, just like he wanted to open up to anyone, but you seemed incredibly sweet based on what he’d heard from Helen, and - more importantly - you seemed to not know his history quite yet, so he was unsure about the whole thing.
“Well, you can ask me things and I’ll answer, and if you feel alright with it, you can answer too.” You suggested, sipping your coffee.
“That’s great.” Bucky smiled at your compromise.
For nearly two hours, Bucky asked you a multitude of questions about yourself stemming from what your favourite food was all the way to how old you were when you went blind. After a while, he told you that he wanted you to ask him a few questions, so you questioned him all about his childhood and where he grew up.
Brooklyn was a great place, he explained to you, full of really great people. You loved listening to the sound of his words when you knew a smile appeared on his face, it made everything sound sweeter from his lips.
You were beginning to really like Bucky, you felt a strong bond with him that you hadn’t felt in a long while, and you were enjoying every second of time you spent with him.
“Alright, can I ask you one more thing?” You inquired as a fit of laughter bubbled back down from your chest.
“What’s your favourite colour and why?”
“Hmm,” He pondered, “Blue. It’s really calming. Plus it matches my eyes.”
You nodded your head with a laugh, “I wish I knew what colours looked like.”
What you said nearly broke Bucky’s heart, he’d answered the question so nonchalantly.
“I thought you lost sight at three.” He said.
“I did, but even before then I was completely colour blind.”
“Oh,” He said, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” You said, “I asked the question because it’s always interesting for me to hear what different people answer… I’ve always felt like I’d like blue as well.”
“Yeah?” He asked, “Why so?”
“Everyone always says it’s calming, or cool, or reminds them of the ocean. It sounds pretty.”
Bucky stared at you in amazement as a thoughtful smile played on your lips.
“Can I ask you something else?” He said.
“How do you recognize people?” He whispered.
“Most of it is by voices, or smells,” You explained, “And if I’m close with someone, I usually memorize their face.”
“Memorize their face?”
“Here, like this.” You said, setting your cup down and reaching your fingertips forward until they landed on his cheeks gently. Your one hand moved to his brow, the other down to his brush over his nose.
You noticed that he’d tensed when you’d first touched him, but seemed to relax a bit more as your moved you hands along him gingerly.
Your fingers brushed down the stubble that dotted his face, moving down to the strong jawline that lay beneath it. Your other hands moved to brush over his closed eyelids, feeling the long eyelashes under them. The thumb that rested by his jaw went to trace ever so gently along upper lip, then back along his lower. You couldn’t help but noticed the cool air pass by your thumb as he sucked in a breath at your touch.
He felt so handsome, and the conversations that you’d had over the past hour only made you more attracted to him.
“Keep your eyes closed and try to do the same to my face.” You suggested, breaking the silence.
In a moment, you felt one hand reach out and press to your cheek, a thumb tracing its way from your brow down to your nose and lips, resting on your bottom lip much like you had to him.
A sigh came from him as you pressed a small kiss to the pad of his thumb. He couldn’t quite comprehend how sweet you’d been with him, but he wasn’t going to question it, not even for a second.
“You should try two hands.” You said, but Bucky looked down at the hand he wasn’t using, the ugly metal limb, and told you he could get by on just using one.
Your index finger made a trail from his chin down his throat and along his adam’s apple, which caused him to swallow rather hard. You knew the impact that you were having on him and it was something that you were proud of.
When your finger made it’s way back up to his lips, Bucky knew he was done for. You were possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and feeling your touch like this was intoxicating.
“One more question.” He whispered.
“Okay.” You said, enjoying the way his lip felt as it moved under you thumb when he spoke.
“Can I please kiss you?”
This time, you didn’t reply with words, you simply leaned in and kissed him, your lips replacing the spot where your thumb had been. You had never kissed anyone quite like that before, so full of passion. It was as if Bucky was kissing you like he hadn’t been kissed in a long time, and like he worried he might never get the chance again.
When Bucky left that night, you pecked him on the lips again quickly, and he assured you that he’d be in touch.
He kept to his word, calling the next day and setting up another late night coffee date. It continued this way for a good few months, each other you getting together multiple times a week to talk or listen to music, drinking various kinds of coffee all the while. There were times when he’d even stay the night.
The dangerous part of it all was that Bucky knew he was falling in love with you, but he still didn’t know how to tell you who he was. It scared him so badly because he knew you couldn’t love someone like him. A girl like you, with a beautiful heart who brought smiles to the faces of everyone she met, would never fall in love with him.
It was on one night when he was over at your place that he noticed you seemed different. He tried to shrug it off, to get you to laugh, but you wouldn’t.
Fearing the worst, he asked you what was wrong.
“There’s this trial,” You said, “A doctor called me saying I was eligible to be apart of it. They think they can reboot the part of my brain that causes my blindness. They think they can get me to see, again.” You said, your eyes filling with tears of an emotion Bucky couldn’t recognize.
“That’s great, doll!” He said, rubbing your shoulders.
“I know it is, I’m just terrified of the whole thing.” You admitted, “I’ve lived almost my whole life like this.”
“I know, darlin’, but there’s so much out there that you’re missin’.”
“Can I ask you another question?” You said.
“Of course you can.”
“Can you wait during the procedure? They told me if there was someone I wanted with me, they could wait there and come in afterwards.”
Bucky was shocked that you’d want him there, but he agreed with his whole heart, promising he’d take you there himself.
“I want you to be the first face I see.” You said with a smile.
Bucky had never heard anything so beautiful in his life, so he leaned in to kiss you with everything he had, unable to reply with words.
“I love you.” He blurted out.
You, shocked as anything, pulled away from him. Bucky knew he’d messed up.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” He began but you shushed him.
“I love you too.”
“What?” He asked.
“I love you too.” You repeated.
“(Y/N).” He whispered, pressing his lips back to yours again.
As happy as he was to hear it, he knew that he needed to tell you who he was. If he was going to lose you, then he needed to put himself through it now and not when you put the pieces together yourself.
“I need to tell you something.” He said between feverish kisses.
“Alright.” You said, still keeping up with the kissing.
“I’m not who you think I am.” He said, trying to slow you down.
“What does that mean?” You said, pressing another peck to his lips.
“I’m not- I did- I’m-”
“You’re James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier?” You deadpanned and Bucky’s jaw dropped, “C’mon, did you think I didn’t know? We met through Helen - who doesn’t talk about it, but works with the Avengers, you never stand to my right which means you avoid touching me with your left side, and when you talk about your childhood, it’s painstakingly obvious that you didn’t grow up in the 90′s like most people my age.”
“I didn’t until the first night you stayed over.” You told him truthfully.
You squeezed his hand when you felt him shift uncomfortably at the memory. Bucky had a terrible nightmare when he’d slept on the couch of your flat one night, and you had to sprint out of your bed to wake him.
Managing to find him, you’d shaken his shoulder gently, pleading for him to wake up until you’d felt him jolt upright.
He called out your name questioning when he saw you next to him, and you explained to him that he’d had a nightmare. You’d instantly sensed his embarrassment as he apologized for waking you, but you were having none of it.
You knew him well enough at that point to know that he was all talk when he was trying to convince you he’d fall back asleep just fine. You told him to come sleep in your room, and he stammered out what sounded like a dismissal.
Eventually, after telling him you’d hold your breath until he agreed, he caved. You walked him back to your bed, where he laid next to you and held your hand until morning.
Bucky might never tell you, but he got the best sleep of his life that night.
“You knew?” He asked again.
“Yes, and none of it means a damn thing to me.”
You kissed him again with a burning passion, tongues dancing against one another as opened mouths melded together.
He’d never felt love like this in his life, and neither had you.
“I’m really scared.” You said as you sat in the gurney of the hospital a few weeks after yours and Bucky’s love confession.
“I know, doll, but it’s gonna go great. I’ll be right there when you wake up.” You felt Bucky’s stubble rub against your cheek as he pressed a kiss to it.
“That is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.” You mustered a small laugh.
You reached forward with both hands, silently asking him to hold them. You felt his right hand grasp your left, leaving your free hand empty.
“Buck…” You whispered, and he reluctantly held your other hand in his left.
You’d assured him that you liked the arm, it was cold and solid and you loved to press your hand to it and feel the plates rotate when he moved. You saw beauty in its mechanics.
“Is it bad that I’m nervous too?” Bucky asked.
“Not really, I will be seeing your face for the first time.”
“You’re not gonna call me ugly are you?”
You burst out laughing, “I know you’re not ugly.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“I’ve felt your face.”
“Huh, you can tell by that?” He asked.
“Oh, yes,” You replied, “You’re far from ugly.”
A small laugh passed his lips, and you felt your heart flutter. You loved his laugh so much that it had quickly become your favourite sound on the planet, right in front of the almost unnoticeable sound of the vibranium plates in his arm shifting about late at night when he moved about in his sleep, of course.
“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You heard the door open and shut closed as someone entered the room.
“Yes?” You asked.
“We’re ready for you now.”
Bucky kissed your forehead as you were wheeled into the operating room, holding your one hand tightly and whispering words of comfort until he was told that he couldn’t go any further with you.
“I love you.” You said, receiving a peck on the lips.
“I love you too.” He said back, “I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll see you after.”
“Yes, you will.”
You felt his hand slowly retreat as they wheeled you into the room and strapped you down with IVs and God knows what else. When you felt a mask go over your face and you were instructed to count downwards from ten, you enjoyed your last few seconds of darkness before you went under.
When you woke you couldn’t see a thing, which alarmed you to an extent that is completely indescribable.
“Ms. (Y/L/N), you’re up.” A woman said, “The procedure was a success.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“You have a wrap covering your eyes, we needed to shield them because they’re quiet fresh at the whole seeing thing, but you can take it off whenever you’re ready.” Her sweet voice said.
“I beg your pardon?” She asked.
“There’s a man named Bucky out there, can you send him in?”
Bucky was in the room within seconds of hearing his name being called, he knew it meant you were awake and that you were ready to see him.
He was ushered into the room and saw you sitting up in the bed, clad in a hospital gown, a white bandage wrapping around your eyes.
Upon hearing the door close, you called out to him, and he was by your side in an instant.
“Hey, doll.” He said, pressing kisses to every part of your face.
“Hi, Bucky.” You said.
You let out a loud sigh and paused for a moment before instructing him to sit down on the bed in front of you.
“May I?” He asked tentatively and you knew he must be talking about the wrap.
You nodded slowly and allowed him to unravel it until it was completely gone. Your eyes were still closed, but the light that had filtered in through your eyelids made you gasp slightly.
You weren’t ready to open your eyes, not yet. A wave of panic set in and you couldn’t help but feel tears begin to fall.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Bucky said, his fingers wiping away your crying, “This is all extremely overwhelming for you.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for this.” You cried.
Bucky bit his lip and tried his best to imagine what this could possibly feel like, but he could barely comprehend. Then he remembered the first night that he was over.
“Here.” He said, reaching for your hands and placing them on his face, “Feel for now until you want to see.”
You nodded furiously, trying to keep your hands from shaking profusely as your fingers mapped out the face that you knew so well.
You felt a flesh hand reach up and trace along your cheek. Bucky had closed his eyes and done the same thing as he had before, except this time after about a minute, he added the other hand, the cool metal of his fingers brushing along your lips.
“I love you.” You whispered, a desperate cry from your mouth.
“I love you too.”
You listened to his breathing, the sound that brought you comfort in the night when he slept next to you, and willed yourself to open your eyes.
Your eyes fluttered open and an unpleasing light filtered in, but your main focus was on the face in front of you. His eyelashes were long against his cheeks as he held them closed, his jaw strong, lips plump.
A sharp cry came your mouth, your hands pulling away from his face as his eyes shot open to see you.
The intense colour of his eyes was something that took your breath away, you’d never experienced anything like it before. You decided that no matter what, that shade of blue would always be your favourite.
You began to sob, tight choking racking your chest as the overwhelming nature of seeing the man you love for the first time - and seeing much of anything at all - hit you hard.
Bucky pulled you into an embrace, holding you like his life depended on it. His heart was so full of love and care for you that he didn’t give a damn if your tears were soaking his shoulder.
Bucky held you for what felt like forever until your cries had softened. When you left, Bucky showed you every beautiful thing he could think of; fireworks, blossom trees, sunsets. He loved to see you light up when you saw something new.
He made a pact to show you every beautiful thing that the world could offer, but you assured him that the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid eyes on was him. And he’d shrug it off, but on the nights when you’d stay awake and stare at him, absorbing every little detail, you knew that it was the absolute truth.
Bucky was amazed by you with or without your sight, because either way you loved him, either way you held him on the nights he couldn’t sleep, either way you were the one he’d run to if anything went wrong.
Either way, you were the only one who had ever taken the time to truly see him for who he was, and his heart beat for you and only you.
On a sad note, Shiro started working at the library because he wanted a more calm place to be after serving time in the army but still help the public
He was badly injured in a skirmish and lost his arm but he got a prosthetic
Some patrons are a bit weary when they see it but kids think it’s super rad and he likes to tell the kids that he’s a cyborg working here in secret and they absolutely love it
Whenever he hears a loud crash or someone yelling suddenly though he jolts immediately and has to try and recenter himself
Okay back to a happier note
Hunk is the one to typically bring in treats for the staff, like cookies or donuts or if they know they’ll all have a busy day, he’ll surprise them with a big breakfast buffet sort of thing
Coran does the closing announcements (“The library will be closing in 15 minutes…” ect..) and he’ll accidentally bump the wrong button sometimes and the phone’s hold music will start to play over the intercom instead and he spends an eternity trying to turn it off
What Pidge doesn’t wanna tell him is he just has to hang up (she like to watch the world burn, honestly)
Pairing: Reader x Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) Warnings: !SMUT! Swearing A/N: I never specify which version of Kurt this is about. For me it felt more like comic!verse Kurt, but you can just use your imagination on which ever one you prefer ~~~~ Your mutation: Healing factors
On busy days this makes for a great meal. All you have to do is saute up some chicken and then simmer in the butter chicken sauce. You can add some cream or sour cream if you want a creamier sauce. It’s delicious and as easy as cooking rice.