This was requested by @jonnyarcher! I hope you guys enjoy this! Happy Thanksgiving friends! :)
(gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns)
You were helping Pride with things before everyone else arrived. This was your first time helping Pride prepare for Thanksgiving dinner. He wouldn’t let you cook, but you were allowed to taste the food and prepare the table. He was aware of your track record with cooking food.
“Hey Dwayne,” you said, briefly catching his gaze. “What are you thankful for this year?”
Pride paused for a few seconds, seemingly surprised by your question. He continued to stir the potatoes as he thought about an answer. “That’s a loaded question [Y/N],” Pride said, huffing out small laugh. “There’s a lot to be thankful for this year. Ah put Hamilton behind bars, which ah think everyone can be thankful for.”
You approached the agent, rubbing his arm. “Well, I’m thankful that we’re together for thanksgiving,” you spoke softly. “I’m also thankful that I have someone like you at the end of every day. Okay, you’re right, there is a lot to be thankful for this year.”
Pride turned down the heat and moved to face you. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, offering you a warm smile. “Ah think between the both of us, that list would be a mile long,” Pride joked, a chuckle escaping his lips.
You had to agree with Pride on that. So much had happened this year. You were both lucky to have such a forgiving year. With only a little over a month left in the year, you hoped the next year wouldn’t be so rough.
Steve: I-I mean i-it dependsh on what you mean. L-Like love ash in intimate? O-Or love l-like family?
Reginald hash been my besht friend shince highshchool. W-We have gone through alot together and helped eachother through all of it! I-I am thankful for all the help he hash given me… he really ish like a big brother to me, i-in a way…
um… Sh-Sho to answer your question… Y-Yesh, I-I do love him.
Just saw, read trough and fell in love with with your writing skills. Thank you for writing and sharing with us. *hugs and kisses* Hopefully it's not too cold where you are, you deserve all the nice and warm sunny days.
Ignore me. I’ll just sit here quietly squealing into my pillow because you. are. so. damn. sweet. and. your. ask. absolutely. made. my. day.!!!! I’m just so incredibly happy that you’re enjoying my writing!!! :) It’s fairly cold where I am unfortunately (though I’m the person you see walking around with their winter jacket in early September so maybe that’s just me) but lately the sun’s done a good job of making it bearable. I hope you’re warm too and wish you many fluffy socks, purring kittens and cuddly unicorns!
Hi 👋 I'm such a huge fan!! I was wondering if you could help me out with something... I am extremely motivated to write a novel. I have everything planned, but I am having a problem with my opening scene. Could you help me with something that doesn't sound too cliche but something that would grab a readers attention?? Thanks so much 😊😊
Sure thing! Since I don’t know the plot of your story I can’t really give you any prompts (but feel free to send more info in if you want prompts!) but here’s some general advice
1. Open with a bang. Grab your readers by the ear and drag them into the story. Jump into the action as quickly as you can. Introduce the villain or conflict or problem as soon as possible
2. Don’t start with a daily routine, it’s over used and doesn’t really provide a lot of information
3. Introduce your character but not too much, you don’t need to give all the information at once, readers don’t need to hear “my name is ____ i live in ____ I have ____ hair and ____ eyes.” Make sure your readers know your protagonist but only give them the information they need
4. Think about how you want to end your novel. Are there parallels to the start and end? Does everything come full circle? Is there a question that wasn’t answered? Think about how the novel ends and make sure your beginning fits that
I appreciate you answering all these random anons' asks. Their questions- usually askin for advice, or just rants, etc- are helpful since ppl relate to each other and by answering these asks youre likely helping not one anon but those who have the same problems too. Ive been an anon in your askbox a couple of times i think or maybe even more than that and i can say youre an angel ❣️ We love u dear thanks for being patient with anons 🌷🌷🌷✨🌷💖🌼
i lov u so so much oh my gosh!! thank u SO much for this wonderful message and for ur love and support it honestly means a lot to me 💗💓💕💓💗💗💓💕💓💗 i adore u and i hope u have a wonderful day/night!!!! u deserve only good things!!
hello! sorry to bother but i was browsing your fic recs and found the fic Overture, which is no longer on ao3, do you happen to have it dowloaded? i would love to read it, thanks!!
Hi & im so sorry it took me so long to reply but I’m winding down from honcon🙈 and unfortunately I didn’t download the fic & im really sad it’s not up anymore😥 I’m hoping one of my mutuals or followers will be able to help u out tho🙏🏻🙏🏻
Hi! I saw your post about helping with Korean grammar, would you mind explaining conjugation of present tense honorifics? I find myself confused trying to figure out when to use which 어/아/여 to add to the stem Thank you so much for offering your help! ♡
aah that sounds great! i’ll definitely do a post on that 🌟 thanks for your interest!
Summary: In which you’re tired (literally and figuratively) of Bucky waking you up every night with his nightmares so you take matters into your own hands.
Bucky X Reader
Warning: Smut and Fluff
A/N: First reader insert fic that I decided to do for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. I had prompt 18 “God, I am too tired for this.”- I’m addicted to reader insert fics now. Expect more in the future.
The first time you slept in Bucky’s bed you had gone three days without much sleep. Your bedroom was right next to his so every noise he made woke you up. It just so happened his consistent nightmares caused him to yell and moan in his sleep which in turn woke you up.
You groaned, head pounding as rest was stolen from you and rolled over. Your eyes found the bright red glow of the alarm clock. You allowed for your eyes to adjust before reading the numbers and groaned once more. 2:36am
You sat up, head aching with the motion, limbs protesting as the desire to remain in bed was overwhelming. You stared longly at your pillow contemplating if you should just give in and go back to sleep and deal with Bucky tomorrow when another cry tore through the air.
“Oh for fucks sakes,” you muttered standing up.
You left your room and found yourself in front of Bucky’s doorway. You knocked, three short raps, before opening it.
“Bucky it’s me.”
He didn’t hear you though, oblivious to the world as he thrashed around the bed. His eyes were screwed up tight, his expression the pinnacle of pain. His hands were clutched in his sheets, twist and tearing the fabric with the strength of his grip.
You cautiously walked over to him, aware he was the Winter Soldier and he might lash out in a moment of disarray. You grabbed his shoulders and shook.
“Bucky wake up.” He didn’t seem to hear you, his whimpering echoing in the room.
You shook him harder and spoke louder. “Bucky wake up!”
He gasped his eyes flying open, the gray hues flying wildly around the room until they stopped on your face. It was like he couldn’t see you and was staring through you. His eyes focused and with it came a ripple of confusion followed by the dawn of realization.
“Y/N s-sorry. Did I wake you?” You never heard him speak with such dubiety before, as if he was uncertain of himself. You breathed in heavily, your ire of interrupted sleep fading. This was not the Bucky you saw during the daytime. That Bucky was somebody who carried himself with a sense of pridefulness and attitude.
This Bucky was a broken and scared man. This was the man who had been tortured by Hydra into becoming a shell. An empty shell for them to forge and utilization. Even tho his form was huge; laying in bed coated in perspiration, his eyes wide and afraid, his limbs trembling, he looked like a small and feeble child.
You let out a breath and motioned at him with your hands. “Scoot over.”
“I’m getting in bed with you,” You said simply. His eyes widened almost comically and he started sputtering. Definitely not the Bucky you knew during the daytime. He made no movement though, so you huffed impatiently, eyes traveling to the ceiling as if in a silent appeal, “God, I am too tired for this.”
You climbed into his bed and begin nudging him over. Eventually, he got the hint and scooted, allowing you enough room to lay down beside him and throw your arms over his chest.
“What are you-”
You cut him off, shushing him as your fingers found his temple and began a slight massage, “My Ma used to do this for me when I had nightmares. Just relax and go back to sleep.”
It took awhile for his tense body to start to slacken under you and before long his snores are echoing around the room. You let your hands fall and began to stand up from the bed when his body jerked and he let out a sharp hiss. Already the nightmares are starting up once more for him.
You sank back down on the bed and threw your arms around him. In turn, His arms unconsciously came around you too, gripping you tight as if you’re the anchor to the real world that he desperately needed. The whimpering and shivering ceased again and you realized he’s not going to last long unless he’s holding onto something.
Too tired to care you shifted your position to a more comfortable one and closed your eyes. Sleep cane quick and easy to you laying in Bucky’s arms and if you weren’t so exhausted you might have wondered why. But instead, you drifted and slept well into the next day, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms. ____
The second time you sleep in Bucky’s bed it was the next night. You were up late in your room, filling out paperwork that you had been neglecting for Fury and his nagging was reaching the annoying stage so you sat down in your room at 3pm and kept working well past sunset.
It was nearly midnight when you heard the first strained cry coming from the room next to you. You froze, cocking your head to the side to hear better almost convinced that maybe you just imagined it.
But no; he cried out again and you sighed. You stood, cracking your back in the process, and make your way to his room.
Bucky thrashed around violently this time, a stark contrast from last night. You hesitated, unsure on how exactly to approach him without getting hit or kicked from his flailing limbs. After a few seconds of trying to figure it out, you threw caution to the wind and advanced forward.
“Bucky,” you called out but he didn’t hear. His face contorted in agony and a scream made his way up from his throat; muffled only by his clenched teeth. You stepped forward and called out to him louder this time but just like the night before he didn’t hear you.
‘He’s going to hurt himself,’ you thought and stepped up to the edge of his bed. You leaned forward, bracing yourself on one knee and grabbed his shoulder
“Bucky wake up,” you said, your voice louder than normal as you shook him.
Unlike last night he doesn’t wake up gently. This time he sprung forward, grabbed you, and threw you onto the bed; trapping you beneath him. One hand found itself wrapped around your neck squeezing but not too tightly that you couldn’t breathe. The other hand is pinning both of your wrists above your head.
You let out a shaky breath, “Bucky it’s Y/N.”
You were calm on the outside but on the inside, your heart hammered against your rib cage at a mile a minute. Your brain was a tornado of thoughts, mapping out ways for you to get out of this should the need arise.
He stared at you, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. His eyes didn’t register your existence again just like the night before. He’s still trapped in his nightmare and his brain hasn’t caught up with his consciousness yet. Slowly though the dullness around his pupils ceases and awareness trickles forth as reality settles in.
“Y/N?” He questioned, his grip slacked on your neck and wrist.
“Good morning sunshine,” you grinned, hiding the fact that you were unnerved by his aggression. You slipped your hands from under his and cupped them together, rubbing where he held them in an effort to return the feeling to your extremities.
He jumped off of you, almost like a violent flinch. “Oh God Y/N I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean-”
You cut him off with a wave of your hand and sat up. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t hurt me.”
He stared at you in disbelief, raking his eyes over your body as if he didn’t trust you and you were hiding some debilitating injury he caused.
You ignored him instead and moved over on the bed to give him enough room to lay down. You patted the bed and grinned at him. He gave you a dubious look and you patted again, firmer this time, encouraging him to join you. Still looking uncertain and a bit confused, he slid under the covers next to you.
You laid down next to him and repeated what you did last night. It took him a little longer than the previous time for your ministrations to relax him and put him to sleep. No doubt he was unnerved by his attack on you.
But soon his frame relaxes and his breath deepens as sleep overcomes him. This time you don’t bother to get out of the bed, instead opting to roll over and fall asleep next to him. _____
The third time you slept in Bucky’s bed he invited you to.
You raised a delicate eyebrow as he corned you the next night, moving you away from the ears and eyes of everyone else.
His face was flushed a bright red extending down his neck judging by the hue you saw when he pulled at his collar. He wrung his hands together and looked everywhere but you.
“You uh… the past few nights… in my bed,” He tripped over his words, awkwardness filling the every being in his body, which amused you because he reminds you of a pubescent boy attempting to talk to a girl for the first time and not the super soldier trained assassin.
You wondered if he was going to ask you why. Did he think you were in love with him? Was he in love with you and the bed-sharing was sending him mixed signals? Was he not and it was upsetting?
He was still stumbling over his words- God he sounded like Steve- and you were growing impatient wanting him to get to the point.
“Barnes,” you said firmly and he finally stopped long enough to look at you.
“Can you sleep with me again tonight,” he blurted out, his face turning a deeper shade of red, “Because when you’re sleeping next to me for some reason I don’t have any nightmares. It’s just that I swear, I’m not trying to get into your pants. I just feel it would mutually beneficial because neither of us is getting any sleep since my nightmares wake you up and this seems to help. Nothing sexual, I promise. Not that you aren’t attractive enough because you are an incredibly gorgeous-”
“Okay,” you calmly cut off his rambling.
“-Woman… what?” He looked shocked as if he wasn’t expecting that answer.
“Okay,” you repeated.
He breathes out a breath of air and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay. Alright good. Thank you. For this. I’ll make it up to you somehow. Maybe I can get you some food? What do you like? Pizza? Ice cream? Or would you prefer something more practical like clothes or gun or-”
“Barnes.” You cut him off again.
He chuckles awkwardly, “Right going now.”
He walked past you and joined Steve and Sam at the other side of the room. You followed his every movement, pondering on why you’ve seen a different side of Bucky three times now. This fills your head with unanswered questions.
Maybe he is in love with you. Maybe you just saw him at his most vulnerable and he is not used to that so you tripped him up. Maybe the Bucky you see daily is a mask to hide the fragile mess Hydra left him in. Maybe it’s all of the above or not at all.
You’re burning with questions but the answers don’t matter.
And so that night you crawled into Bucky’s bed before the nightmares have even begun and position yourself next to his body letting sleep wash over you. _____
It’s been several weeks since you started sleeping in Bucky’s bed, so on the 27th night, you find yourself walking into his room after a mission automatically. Your joints are aching and you’re pretty sure your body is one big massive bruise.
You’re dead on your feet and all you want to do is sleep. You peel off your clothes, shedding all but your shirt and panties before climbing into his bed.
You don’t even consider the implications of sleeping in your underwear next to a man. But Bucky does and that night he doesn’t sleep his eyes glued to your dips and curves.
Every sigh you make sends a pool of want and need to his lower abdomen. And so he spends the entire night awake fighting an internal battle within himself.
When the first signs of light protrude over the horizon he practically sprints out of bed and spends the rest of the day in the gym working off his frustrations. ____
The 28th time you sleep in Bucky’s bed he’s getting back at you for what you put him through. You had realized of course when you woke up and saw you weren’t wearing pants. You felt bad for the guy but in your defense, you barely knew how to say your name let alone the implication of sleeping in the bed with a man in nothing but your panties. (And a little part of you wonders why it was so automatic to do that)
Still, that night you make sure to wear appropriate attire but it seems Bucky is not ready to forgive you. He’s dressed in only his boxers and nothing else.
You gulp, eyes roaming all over his body. He smirked when he noticed this before patting the bed next to him. “What’s a matter, doll?”
He’s teasing you and you know it. Your breath shuddered as you carefully climbed in next to him and laid down far enough apart that he can’t touch you but close enough that you feel his body heat.
That didn’t seem to be the end of it tho because he turned onto his side and slung his arm over your body.
His fingers brushed against the exposed skin above your pant line, sending a jolt of electricity dancing across your skin. Your senses burst into overdrive and suddenly you’re aware of Bucky.
How his body molds perfectly to yours. The heat radiating off his skin. His breath on the back of your neck making your hair stand on edge.
Everything in you screamed to take him then and there, but you will your breath to even out and your heart to stop slamming in your chest.
Even still, that night you don’t get any sleep. ____
The next night you both called a truce and slept in shirts and shorts and as far away from each other as possible. Still, the sexual tension remains and it bleeds out of the bedroom and into daily life.
When you’re on missions, training, or even just relaxing the want and need is thick in the air between you two. So much so that the others have started a betting pool to see how long you’ll last. (You pretended not to notice how they conveniently leave an empty space next to him at the dinner table for you to sit that. Or how they’re all suddenly too busy to go on missions with him and volunteer you to go instead.)
It isn’t until the 76th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that anything happens. That night Tony had hosted a gala and after one too many drinks you found yourself dancing with Bucky and neither of you can keep your hands off each other. By the time you leave the gala the want and need in your lower abdomen has grown so considerably you barely make it to the elevator before you crashed your lips into him.
He gripped your thighs and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist. The elevator opened and he carried you to his room not breaking the feverish kiss between you two.
You made it to his room before he slammed you against his door and attacked your neck. Hands are roaming everywhere between you two. One of his slipped passed the slit in your dress and found itself rubbing your underwear making you moan.
“You’re fucking soak,” he growled.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” you confessed and rolled your hips against him. He growled again from the stimulation and carried you to the bed. Both of your clothes are off before you even know what’s going on and he’s trailing a path of kisses from your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, past your navel, and to your thigh.
You gasped feeling his mouth attack the bundle of nerves you desperately wanted him to touch. Your body is like fire, burning with desire. Your hands fly to his hair when he sticks in two digits and curls them.
“God- fuck,” you can’t even find the words to say. The heat grows in your lower abdomen and with a cry you’re falling over the edge.
When you come down you find him kissing you again, whispering praises to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist again and grind against him, the feeling of longing and want throbbing in your lower abdomen.
“Please Bucky,” you whisper to him and with a kiss, he enters you.
It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It’s like all your senses have been dialed to a thousand. It’s like a supernova exploding in your mind. You’ve had sex before but this is different.
A part of your brain whispers to you wondering why.
But it silences as you feel the heat growing again and you cum with a cry. Bucky follows shortly after, his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers entwined with yours too.
He rolled off and cleaned you off, before settling down next to you. This time you’re both wrapped in each other’s arms and you fall asleep, feeling his lips pressing against the top of your head. ____
The next morning your brain asks why again while you’re watching him make breakfast (and ignoring the exchanging of money between hands from the rest of the group).
It hits you like a train. You’re in love with him. It’s obvious now that you think about it and you wondered why you never saw it before.
But you keep it to yourself.
Until the 149th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed. He’s injured on a mission and in the med bay and you refused to leave his side. Instead of going back to his room, you climb into the hospital bed next to him and wrap your arms around him.
“What are you doing, the bed would be more comfortable,” he asks.
“I can’t sleep without you there,” you answer.
“Why,” he chuckles.
You hide your face into his neck. “Because I love you, you idiot.”
And then. “Look at me.”
You shake your head.
“Look at me, doll. Please, Y/N,” he pleads.
You hesitate before lifting your head to look at him. Your heart nearly stops at the look of pure happiness and adoration on his face. It takes your breath away.
“You love me?” He whispers, stunned as if he can’t believe it.
You nod your head. “I realized it the night of Tony’s gala.”
“That was so long ago!”
You frown and feel heat creep up to your face. “I… uh didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Y/N, I love you too,” he says. You let out a breath, feeling tears of happiness spring forth before you crush your lips to his. You want to ask him how long and when did he realize but you’re interrupted by Dr. Cho coming into the room and yelling at you for making out with her patient. ____
It isn’t until the 365th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that you finally have your answer.
He wakes you up at midnight kissing your shoulders and nudging you with his nose.
“Wake up doll,” he whispers against your skin.
“Mmm Bucky what time is it,” you yawn.
“Why are you waking me up at midnight?”
He straddles your back and lays down, engulfing you in warm. “Because I couldn’t wait to wish you a Happy Anniversary.”
This catches you by surprise and causes you to laugh. “Bucky it’s not our Anniversary.”
“Yes it is, wanna know why?”
“Hmm” you ask closing your eyes again.
“Because a year ago today I was woken up from a nightmare by this girl who I thought was an angel at first. She was so beautiful. And then she crawled in bed with me and I was absolutely positive I had died right there and this was heaven. Right then and there was the moment I knew I was I love with you.” He shifts his body and brings his hand up to your face.
“At that moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”
Your eyes shoot open and in front of your face in his hand is a ring. Your eyes are wide as if hardly daring to believe. Your brain has ceased to work, too stunned to remember how to breathe.
You pivot your body and sit up, “Oh my god Bucky.”
The tears start to flow from your face as what can only be described as pure joy is bursting through you.
You manage to nod your head and choke out a small “yes” before he’s holding you and kissing you.
The ring is slipped on your finger and suddenly you picked up and spun around both of you shouting in happiness. The draws the attention of everyone else who bursts in through your door.
“What’s with all the noise,” Steve asks.
You can’t even manage the words and Bucky isn’t paying them any attention, looking at you in his arms. Instead of saying it you hold up your hand with the ring on it.
“Oh my god Y/N!” It’s Natasha that’s first to react and she’s hugging both of you. The rest of the others follow suit congratulating both of you. Champagne is brought out and you’re all celebrating your engagement.
That night nobody gets any sleep. ___
The 730th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed, it becomes your bed too. ___ The 1,647th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed is the first night you awake without him there.
Your heart clenches in agony and you sit up, your eyes burning with unshed tears. Your chest is heavy with brokenness and simultaneously you feel hollow and alone.
Your hand finds the spot on the bed where Bucky’s body is supposed to be but it’s empty and cold. He hasn’t been there in a while.
You get out of bed and make your way next door to your old room which you haven’t used in a while. When you open the door your heart stops hammering upon seeing Bucky in the far end of the room.
You moved to him promptly and when you reached him, you put your arms around his chest and laid your head on his back.
His hand came up and cupped yours. “Everything okay doll?”
“Yeah, I just had a nightmare about you,” you muttered against his back.
“I don’t remember now,” you stated, the fear of the nightmare alleviating as you took in Bucky’s scent and warmth and touch.
“What are you doing in here baby,” you ask. He shifts and turns around and kisses your forehead.
“Daydreaming.” He answers.
“About what,” returning one of his kisses. He moves down your chin and neck.
“The future,” he says kneeling in front of you and kissing your swollen belly. “With you and our baby.”
“You’re daydreaming in the nursery when you could be dreaming in bed,” you chuckled. Your hands thread through his hair and he leans into the touch, eyelids fluttering closed.
“Come back to bed baby. We won’t get a full night sleep ever again for the next 18 years. We should relish in it now,” you say and he laughs, following you back to his bedroom.
Y/n, we… we
made a bet…” he looked down not wanting to finish his sentence. Just the
thought of Jin being so heartbroken over something made your heart hurt. “we
made a bet a long time ago…. We… y/n please don’t be mad’ he looks as if he was
shaking. ‘Just spill it Jin! What’s so hard to tell me!” you angrily spat at
him, you wanted to know the truth, why have they been acting weird?
“y/n we made a
bet on you when we first met you… we at first didn’t want to be friends with
you but w-we bet on who could be friends with you and stay friends with you the
longest…” he was on the verge of tears, you could tell he felt sorry and wished
it never happened but you were too mad to notice.
eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t seem to say anything, you had no words. You
heard your name being called by all of them, each trying to hug you or console
you, telling you they were sorry, that they loved you but you couldn’t hear it.
You didn’t feel comfortable anymore, you were holding yourself on their couch
scared to touch anything. You kept your head down you didn’t want to show them
that you were weak, that they actual hurt you. before they could explain themselves,
you ran. You ran as far as your legs could take you. out their door, onto the
streets, you could hear the members running after you but you didn’t want to
talk to them, you ran so fast that when you stopped you didn’t know where you
You sat on the
pavement by the edge of the street, you were cold, heart broken, and everything
in between. How could they? They meant so much to you. you even called them
your family but family doesn’t do that, they don’t bet on you, for what reason
to? How much were they getting paid for this bet? They bet your whole life ever
since you meant them. For once you felt like you’ve made a family, who you
could trust, who has held you when you were in tears, when you were hurt, they
were there they promised you that you could trust them that’s they’ll never
hurt you and the sad part is? That you believed them. You wanted to forget
them. Was all this a joke to them? They never cared about you huh? When they
comforted you would they just laugh when you were out of earshot? How could
they do this.
You got up and started to walk you didn’t know
where you were going but you just wanted to go…. Leave this place. The more you
thought about them and the ‘bet’, the faster you walked. The tears in your eyes
blurring your vision caused you to fall and scrape your knee, you yelped in
pain as your whole body fell to the ground, that’s when you lost it, the crying
started again but this time without an end. you tried to get up only stumbling
back down to the ground, you twisted your ankle, you reached your phone and
called (y/bff/n) she was your best friend other than the boys. “pick up….” you
mumbled between your tears. “hey y/n! what? Slow down. What happened?” you
managed to calm down enough to tell her to pick you up, you couldn’t tell her
what happened… at least not now… you sent her your location, and within 10
minutes she had raced over to you. “y/n!” she ran out to help you into her car.
when you sat down, you started crying again, how could one person cry this much
you thought to yourself but you didn’t really care, you were hurt, you didn’t know
if you could trust them again. (y/f/n) just let you cry it out she tried to
comfort you the best as she could but it didn’t seem to work you were still
crying, balling your eyes out. You were thankful she didn’t ask any questions
you weren’t ready to answer any of them, you didn’t know if you’d ever be.
When you reached your apartment, you could see Jin,
Hoseok, and Yoongi waiting there you saw their faces, Hoseok was in tears just
like you, Yoongi was hurt he turned around not facing the members with him to
cry a bit before turning back around trying to conceal his tears, Jin looked
broken… you didn’t know how to explain it any other way then broken. You squeezed
(y/f/n) signalling her to help you out. You whispered in her ear that you didn’t
want to talk to them ad she just nodded she gave you a sad look before
following your command.
. She helped you out
of the car, and you could already hear the scream your name in relief. (y/f/n)
told them to back away, they followed her instructions. You could hear them
mumble your name a few times but they stayed quiet. When you were at your
apartment you heard Yoongi yelling your name, he was running after you “y/n
talk to us! We promise we don’t mean it! We regret it!” he yelled so loud you
were pretty sure he woke up everyone in the building “please… please y/n …I
regret it so much…. Please don’t leave us… don’t leave me” he fell to his
knees in front of you, with the others running behind him trying to catch up
you. You yelped out a cry, and slammed your door. You couldn’t face them, so much
was running through your head you didn’t want to face them. You dragged
yourself down by the door and Yoongi started banging on the door “y/n! Please! Let
me in! let us in! please y/n!” with every bang your heart broke. You could hear
Hoseok and Jin as well. It broke your heart, you couldn’t face them though you
were to hurt from what happened you couldn’t. while their voices got louder
your sobs did as well. You heard Jin tell Yoongi and Hoseok to give you some
space and with one last bang you heard “Y/n we won’t give up, I won’t give up…I’m
sorry” they could hear your sobs and you knew that, you tried to cover your
mouth anything to muffle the noises but it wouldn’t work you just cried louder.
A/N: lol guys what do u think? thank you for patiently waiting for part 3! honestly i had so many thoughts for this part and I’m sorta ok with how it turned out what do y'all think? thank you all for liking this series so much it means the world to me! part 4?
It wasn’t until 5 years later when you made your return to Seoul. After packing you left to go back to your hometown to stay with family for the meantime. Being a single mother of a now, 5 year old boy, wasn’t the hardest task in the book, but it also wasn’t the easiest, even with the aide of you parents at hand. You wanted to move back to Seoul for, one, new job opportunities and two, so you could re-connect with old friends. Hoseok is the first person you called to inform of your return and he spared no time showing up to your newly bought apartment to help you unpack.
Jihae was more than excited to meet Hobi. He was technically the uncle he never had so when there was a knock at the door he was quick to beat you to it, with his little hands trying so hard to turn the knob, which, failed miserably. You helped him and opened the door, being greeted with a Hobi’s signature smile.
Your three year old was quick to wrap his small form around Hoseok’s leg making you laugh. You moved over and picked up Jihae, stepping to the side for Hoseok to enter the apartment.
You walked over to the living room area then took the moment to greet Hoseok, setting the 5 year old down..”It’s been five years since we last saw each other in person hasn’t it?”
He chuckled and nodded looking around the apartment. “It has, and it’s been a hell of a lot different after you left.”
“We can catch up about that later, All I know is I am glad to be back.” You smiled then pulled your hair back in a tight pony-tail and picking up a box. “Anyways, Who’s ready to get to work around here~?”
Jihae was quick to reply, throwing his arms into the air.
The remainder of the day was mostly spent painting and un-boxing much of the stuff, but with a lot of hard-work on most of the rooms, and by most, the living room and both yours and Jihae’s room, was set, leaving the kitchen, bathroom, and spare room left to finish.
Hoseok stepped out of one of the rooms being worked on and sat down with a sigh. “It takes that long for a couple rooms? Its been 7 hours…!” He stifled a laugh, before leaning forward. “I would ask if you want to go out with the boys just for a little together but I feel as if it is to late for that.”
You shook your head. “Actually that would be great…!” You smiled getting up from your chair.
“Are you sure..?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “It is only 6, We don’t go to bed till 9.” You smiled. “Just give me time to get washed up..”
He nodded and texted the boys as you took Jihae in your arms to get him dressed. “Momma… Were going to meet Uncle Tae and Jin…?” You smiled and nodded. “And Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon..”
“What about daddy?”
It’s as if the color drained from your face. There’s the question you always wanted to avoid but you knew that it would pop up soon. Trying to find the right words you set your son down and smiled a bit sadly. “When the time comes I will tell you but now wouldn’t be good…”
“But I wanna know…!” You started to put his shoes on him. “Trust me… I will tell you but to much things are happening right now..”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Did something happen between Mommy and Daddy…?” You sighed and nodded. “At your age, you wouldn’t be able to fully understand.” Your son pouted making you smile. It was scary how similar Jihae looked to his father. The dark brown, close to being black, hair, the chocolate brown eyes, Hell even the pout he did. You thought about why you used Yoongi’s surname for Jihae, not being able to think why. Your thoughts were interrupted when Hoseok knocked, leaning against the door frame.
You nodded, Helping Jihae down before following Hobi. “Where are we going?”
“A little corner cafe where we can all kick back and relax.. Is that fine?”
You nodded. “Perfect~
Once arriving you found all the guys there, Sitting around in the couch area chatting away. You chuckled noticing how they changed a lot after a few years.You pushed the doors open to the cafe and made your way over, Taehyung immediately noticed your arrival and jumped up to tackle you in a hug. “Oh my god you’re back?!”
You laughed and nodded, The other quickly following along and hugging you as well. “Did Hoseok not tell you I was coming?”
Jungkook smiled, shaking his head. “He only told us he had something important to talk to us about..!” You shook my head and looked over to Hobi, he only shrugged while snickering.
A screech was heard from Tae as he noticed Jihae’s presence behind you. “Is that him..?!” He crouched down, smiling while Jihae slowly came from behind you and smiled shyly. “Awe cmon, You were so excited to meet them till now.. Why become shy?” You chuckled as he stood in front of Taehyung.
“He looks just like…” He looked over to me, shutting himself up before holding his hand out to Jihae. “Im Taehyung.”
The other 5 watched, smiling before introducing themselves as well.
The time went with all of you catching up and joking around until it came for the moment you had to leave because both you and Jihae were sleepy. So you said goodbye to all of them and took your leave, As soon as you stepped out you realized the ground was wet, taking note that it had rained so you picked Jihae up and wrapped him in your jacket so he would stay warm.
It wasn’t until you heard a gasp close by that you let the curiosity get to you and turned towards it, only to find out the gasp was because of you.
“Oh my god it actually is you…”
Part of you felt weak noticing the presence of someone who fucked up the entirety of your life, the one who messed it all up and called you disgusting names. You found yourself in front of her not knowing what to do at the moment.
You knew you should have been pissed at her but you had an agreement with yourself, even then all those feelings that you had towards her were faded and gone. You noticed she was at the point of tears and couldn’t look you in the eye. Had she felt bad..? She was mumbling a lot of nonsense you couldn’t make out. You just stared.
Her eyes trailed down to where Jihae, who was fast asleep on your shoulder. You shifted feet uncomfortably and watched her cautiously.
“I’m so sorry…” She bit down on her lip and you stood in silence for a bit letting it sink in that she had actually felt guilty. You had no clue what to say so you sighed and let whatever came to your mind first.
“You took everything away from me. My boyfriend, My happiness, an much more.” She flinched, choking back a cry. “You gained absolutely jack-shit for doing this.” She staggered a bit from you words only small apologies slipping out.
You stepped towards and looked her in the eye for once. “But that was 5 years ago. I forgave you when I made the choice to let any grudge go and that’s when I sat in a hospital bed with a baby cradled in my arms.”
She seemed to relax a bit at your words.
“It was fucked up, yes, but people learn from their mistakes and even if it’s really bad, some are meant to be forgiven.”
She seemed shocked and you smiled a bit.
“Don’t get hung up on the past because of mistakes. I can see you have changed. Look to the future and forget what happened then and look at what is happening now..”
That’s when a man made his way out and over next to Jennie’s side, wrapping his arm around her waist with a confused look upon his face. She hugged him and cried into his chest so you took the chance to turn and walk off, your question about Yoongi being answered.
The encounter with Jennie left you thinking about it longer then you should have. It had been four days since you were distracted by the sudden encounter that you hadn’t been paying attention and ran right into a stranger, dropping the four bags of groceries across the pavement. The stranger was quick to help you pick the items up, and when you looked up to thank the stranger, your eyes widened, and as if realizing too he staggered back.
You were, to say in the least, wanting to cry. Sudden Encounter #2 was the one encounter you definitely were not ready for. It made you want to run, and run away far but you managed to keep an act up. You had to stay strong for the sake of yourself and your kid. So you stood up and nodded your head slighly at him.
And then luck wasn’t so much on your side when you heard the yell of your son, Hoseok close behind him.
“Mommy returned uncle Hobi…!”
You looked up to Yoongi watching his reaction as he went pale and looked like he had just seen death. You knew exactly what he was thinking.
You really wanted this to be a dream
THE NEXT PART WILL BE THE END DSKJBHFSJK im sorry if it sucks ;;
Hey guys, I don’t know how many of you live in the Manchester/Goffstown area of New Hampshire(I don’t know if anyone that follows me outside of my friends lives there) but just in case, I’d just like to ask that if any of you DO live in the area, could you keep your eyes out for a big black cat with short fur? Currently he’s wearing a white flea collar. He answers to the name Heinrich, and the nickname Heiny. He’s very affectionate, and a big sweetheart. And he’s been gone for over 24 hours now, and we’re really freaking out. We’re gonna call the nearby shelters once they open for the day, and if he’s not there then we’re gonna make posters, but just in case there’s anyone nearby that follows me, can you keep your eyes out? Thank you
genre: fucking fluff, angst, hints of smutty actions, badboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook
word count: 12.6k
Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?
It is a beautiful Saturday night, the weather is warm, the stars are shining and your apartment smells like fresh baked cookies. What else could a girl want? You are almost falling asleep on your couch when you hear your doorbell ring. Who would visit you at 8 p.m on a Saturday night without previous notice?
When you open the door, you are not surprised to see Bucky with his son, Grant, in his arms on the other side. If someone was going to show up at your house without being invited this someone would be Bucky Barnes. Not that you mind, you loved to spend time with him and his little boy.
“Where’s Shawn?” Matt and your friends asked you for what must’ve been the tenth time tonight.
You finished setting the last blanket over the couch as you claimed your favorite pillows for the night ahead of you.
“Not sure,” You answered. “I’ve tried texting him for the past 15 minutes. The boy never checks his texts,” You laugh it off as you head to the kitchen to bring the two bowls of popcorn into the living room.
Shawn, Geoff, Ian, and Matt had been in town from Shawn’s tour for the last few days, and the five of you finally found a time to hang out again. You had all missed each other and since the tour had just wrapped up, everyone found tonight as the perfect opportunity to catch up. You had met the four boys through Shawn and although you had only known them for a few years, they felt like your brothers. They looked out for you and talked to you almost every day.
Shawn on the other hand, had been your best friend since middle school. The two of you met in English class in seventh grade and quickly bonded over each other’s love for Harry Potter and music. Although neither of you were the most popular in school, you and Shawn always had each other’s back through the years. He had brought smiles on your face during your worst moments, stayed up late with you during nights you couldn’t sleep, and given you advice that has stuck with you throughout the years. In turn, you supported Shawn’s music when the other kids at school didn’t, listened to his first song that he wrote, and cheered with him when he found out that he had just gotten his first major award show nomination. Now here you guys were, one year out of high school, and still partners in crime. You couldn’t of asked for anyone better to fill in the position as your best friend.
Everyone had gathered at Ian and Geoff’s place for a traditional movie night, but your best friend had been a no-show for the past half hour. Everyone including yourself was beginning to become impatient as everyone began making a dent into the stash of snacks before the first movie even played. You didn’t want to begin the night without him, but he had showed no signs of arriving any time soon.