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Close Future - Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Summary: You’re becoming more and more a part of the Avengers, you feel as if you’ve found your place, but it’s possible that the mistakes of your pass is coming back to haunt you.

Warnings: None.

Words: 3 357

A/N: And so it continues… There are 100% typos in here somewhere cause I did not read through it :)))) Anyway, hope you enjoy! Please tell me your thoughts!

Also this chapter is a bit longer but I wouldn’t mind making it even longer. Is that cool?


Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

She woke up in the room she had already come to love. The sun had just begun to rise, meaning it was earlier than usual for her, but she couldn’t mind less as orange and peach rays of light streamed through the tall windows. She crawled out of her bed towards the glass wall, looking out over Manhattan in the breathtaking dusk. In the far distance she could spot Brooklyn and Queens, and she was almost sure the next thing was Bronx. Much nearer she could see the outlines of Central Park’s greenness break the concrete and brick that covered the island.

She looked down her bare body stripped down to her underwear, seeing the healed tissue of her scars glisten in the sun. Some were barely visible but others were so badly sown it seemed as though the stitches were still left in her flesh. She knew the villagers who saved her life said a few pieces of the missile entered her body and settled too deep to remove. She wondered how many, and if she could find out in the Stark Tower.

Her stomach growled, and she would not disobey its command. She walked to the wardrobe and was surprised to find it had been restocked with clothes suited for her. The day before, there had been both male and female clothes of various sizes. Tony must have had that arranged during their dinner somehow.

She found a pair of yoga pants with looked far more tactical than anything she had seen on the market. She put them on and grabbed a black, slim fit tank top. She made the bed afterwards before heading out of her room.

The building was completely silent, which was relaxing. Everyone was still asleep as it was only six in the morning, but she hoped no one would mind that she came early to the breakfast table and helped herself out. Since the evening prior, she felt as if she had already became more part of the team. Even if it wasn’t official, it seemed as if it eventually would be as long as she still wanted it.

She descended down the gentle slope from the floor of everyone’s rooms to the lounge and kitchen area, almost smiling at the beautiful sunrise casting long streaks of golden light through the walls of windows.

She made her way up to the kitchen and began to seek through it for everything she needed. She found a pan eventually and some oil, turning on the stove before heading to the fridge where she found some eggs. She began to make an omelet in the comfortable solitude.

“Good morning?” She jumped by unfamiliar voice and turned around towards the elevator where a man stood, a duffel bag in his hands and black attire, a glistening arm made of metal at his side which captivated her eyes. She tried to not look at the bionic limb but maintained the manors she had learned to value highly in the military.

She moved the frying pan off the stove and went up to the man. “You must be Bucky.” She held her hand out to shake his to his surprise.

“And you must be Y/N. Steve told me you’d be around.” He explained. “Said you know Sam.”

“That, I do.” She headed back to the stove and got out another plate, splitting the omelet in half with the spatula and making it into two servings. “We served in the military together.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows, impressed and surprised.

“Five years.” She assured as she brought the plates to the table. She hurried back to the fridge where she grabbed the pitcher of orange juice she had seen when getting the eggs and got two glasses along the way. “Please, have a seat.” She motioned for the two plates she had sat down in front of one another.

Bucky was hesitant but listened, taking a seat and watching her pour up a glass of juice for him and place it down by his plate kindly. “Thank you.”

“I’m no true chef, but I’ve never found it that difficult to mix up some eggs, salt and pepper.” She chuckled, grabbing a bite.

“I don’t mean to come off as rude, but Steve told me some extraordinary things about you…” Bucky suggested and she nodded, realizing what he was getting at.

“I was in an accident in Afghanistan. Barely survived a missile explosion. After that, I somehow posses the power to see the close future. Although I’m afraid I’ll have to demonstrate later. I’m very drained in the mornings and let’s just say that yesterday, I got to experience what happens if I defy that fact.”

He was astonished. “How far ahead can you see?”

“Thirty minutes is my best.” She smiled, taking a sip of her drink and continuing her breakfast which Bucky had seemed to have forgotten in the moment.

“Still, thirty seconds is so useful. You can see your enemies attacks before they even know them themselves. That’s absolutely brilliant.”

Her smile widened, an airy and short laugh leaving her parted lips as Bucky had been the only one to point that fact out. When she first got her powers, she felt as if there was something wrong considering how short ahead she could see. In movies and books, people who could see the future could see decades ahead. But over time, she learned that she didn’t want to be able to see that much. Thirty minutes was more than enough for her.

“Exactly. It’s saved my life more times than I can possibly count.”

“I can only imagine.” Bucky pressed his lips together in a smile. He thought the breakfast would have been awkward and cold considering how they were strangers, but perhaps it came easier to them considering their military past and abnormal abilities and appearances? “Is that from the accident?”

A couple of scars were seen on her arms, the least brutal ones thankfully. “Yes. Villagers from a nearby settlement of the accident stitched me up. Their sowing is a little rough, but I didn’t get some strange disease and the wounds all healed properly, so I don’t have anything to complain about.”

She was tempted to ask about his arm, but she would not risk stepping on any toes or pick at any wounds. If he wanted to speak of it, she was sure he would.

“I was told yesterday that you were on a mission. I take it went well considering that no one spoke about you returning so soon?” She changed the subject to avoid any tension.

“It did indeed. I was only retrieving some files lost in an explosion in Wakanda when we were there over a year ago, helping out a friend of ours.”

“The king, right?” She wondered. “The king of Wakanda?”

“Yes, T'Challa. He works with us whenever he can but doesn’t stick around here like the rest of the lot. After all, he has an entire country to take care of.”

“Seems reasonable.” She smiled, the conversations flowing on easily all the way up until she glimpsed that Steve would show up within a few seconds.

“Steve’s coming down.” She stated, glancing towards the landslide from the bedroom floor.

“What?” Bucky had already forgotten what her abilities were and stared at Steve in surprise as he appeared.

Bucky?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at the friend he hadn’t expected to find. “What are you doing here so soon?”

“Mission was a success. The lost files have been returned to Wakandan authorities… Also, T'Challa says hi.” Bucky embraced himself as Steve went for a quick and harsh hug, surely not as brutal for the two elites as it would have been for her for example.

“Well, I see you’ve met Y/N already, Sam’s friend I told you about a week ago.”

“Yes, she had the kindness to serve me breakfast actually.” Bucky smiled towards the girl who had been so much nicer than what he had thought of a stranger.

“How are you feeling today?” Steve said, evidently hinting the small accident the day before. She hadn’t given it any thought, which was a good sign in her book.

“I feel like my normal self. In an hour I’ll be in top shape, I’m sure.” She gave him a firm nod to reassure the man who took it upon himself that everyone on the team were always well.

“Good, I believe Tony wants us to move to the new base up north. If you’re alright with that, of course.” Steve had to ask if she was alright with anything, which was a strange contrast compared to the military where she was ordered to do things whether she liked them or not.

“New base?” She hadn’t heard any plans of moving at the dinner the night before. Had Tony truly made them before seven in the morning a Saturday after a night drowned with wine? She didn’t find it very likely, even after knowing Tony for merely a day.

“It’s this dislocated place here in New York but further up north. It’s off the grid, spacious, and a lot more secluded. So if you ever want to do some extraordinary training, you don’t have to care about the public eye.”

She did like the sound of that, even if she had just started to fall for the Stark Tower. “We’re moving today?” She wanted to know the details.

“Well, it’s not so much moving as it is traveling. We just pack up our most personal things and then everything else exists in the new facility already.” Steve explained with a confirming nod from Bucky beside him. “If you’re not in on this whole thing yet and don’t want to move I understand but-”

“No, it’s good. This is good. I’m devoted to this whole being-a-hero thing now so moving location is no concern of mine.” She smiled. “The sooner the better? Or when are we leaving?”

“If you had a ride of your own you could get on the road in a minute, but I believe me and Sam said around nine. I’ll be merrily surprised if Stark as much as gets out of bed before eleven.” Steve sighed and Bucky huffed, a subtle way of laughing, knowing how well Steve’s words fit into Tony’s character.

“I’ll leave with you then. I already have my bag packed from when I got here.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twisted up slightly. “Old military habit? Not packing your bag up since you don’t know when you’ll have to leave?”

She nodded, looking down at the floor as it was all too true, still smiling. “Ha, yeah I guess it is. Old habits die hard, isn’t that what they say?”

“I believe so.” Steve placed his hand on her shoulder briefly as he passed her by, a way of him to express what he couldn’t put in words when it came to him relating to Y/N’s military background.

“Thank you for breakfast, by the way.” Bucky said as Steve opened up the fridge in the kitchen and reminded him of the omelet he had eaten. “It was very good.”

“What can I say? Three-ingredient-dishes are my speciality.”

As they came to New Jersey and the island of Manhattan became smaller and smaller in the reflection of the rear view mirror, she felt as if she could finally relax, but that lasted only for a second.

“Right, so I was thinking about how to physically explain your abilities. My best theory is that it’s something related to wormholes…” Peter spoke excitingly and pointed at the many doodles and numbers in the notebook in his lap which he had been focused on all morning.

“That’s an interesting theory.” She said, glancing down as the hasty handwriting she could scarcely read.

She sat in the middle backseat of the car which Sam drove, Steve in the passenger seat and Bucky to he left with Peter to her right. They were literally squeezed together and at first she almost submitted and went with the later departure with Tony, Bruce, Natasha and Scott who would be taking an aircraft of some sorts, which sounded a lot more spacious than the car she was sat in.

“In some way, you must have access to a wormhole which has its other end in the near future-”

“How do you explain the drainage of her power then?” Sam asked, half seriously, half mockingly that he was completely nerding down in Y/N’s gift.

“Well… Her ability could be that she can access wormholes. You know, like naturally gifted? Like Clint with his incredible aim?”

“He practiced that.” Sam stated as his eyes remained on the road.

“He told me he was born with his amazing aim.”

“He’s bragging.” Steve glanced to the backseat, smiling hopelessly at Clint’s persona which still took presence even when he wasn’t around himself.

“Well, there are others who have gifts. Maybe Y/N is one of them?”

“I got my powers after a missile went off?” She attempted to get answers from the young boy who had only begun to explain his theories, not actually diagnose.

“Maybe the ability you already had was somehow triggered by the explosion? Wormholes are usually created after a large and powerful eruption which shifts the matter around or within it, causing a hole in the matter around it and breaking the space-time-continuum-”

“Okay, pause… I feel like I’m a three year old talking with Einstein, and I’m older than you and we’re talking about my abilities.”

“I have a headache.” Bucky confessed to her left, glancing across her lap to Peter’s notebook.

“It’s not that complicated. I’m sure Bruce can explain it even further.” Peter tried but he had already lost the rest of the passengers with his scientific explanation of Y/N being able to see the future.

“Get into the left lane. There’s a car blocking the right one further up.” She stated from out of nowhere. Without questioning, Sam flicked on the blinkers and went to the other side. Within a few seconds they could see the truck which seemed to have run out of gas, blocking the lane like she had promised.

“You just accessed a wormhole which was just a few seconds ahead, making you see the future-”

“That’s enough science-talk, spidey.” Sam glanced back in the rear view mirror for a second. He was also beginning to feel a headache begin to surge and would rather avoid it if he could.

“We can talk about it with Banner later, alright?” Y/N had seen the embarrassment in Peter upon having his excitement shut down. She couldn’t let him feel so bad about simply wanting to explain her powers to her.

He nodded, smiling.

The car went silent for the first time since they had left the Tower. She sat looking out the front window further ahead, watching the distant suburbs of New Jersey spread out. As time went by, the houses progressively began to appear with more distance between one another and the suburbs faded to countryside to forest. After an hour of driving they were surrounded by miles upon miles of thick forests which had a calm to it the city could never match.

“Wasn’t that the car that was behind us before?” Peter suddenly broke the silent which had lasted for half an hour almost. Y/N looked at the teen who had his upper body twisted around, eyes staring through the back window intensely. She followed his gaze to the black car which drove behind them, its windows suspiciously tinted and Peter’s notice of seeing it earlier was alarming.

“We’re being followed.” She stated, sinking back to her seat with fear in her features.

“Shit…” Sam said calmly as he too caught a glance of the vehicle through the rear view mirror. “Are we?” He didn’t want to believe it.

“I’m one hundred percent certain it’s the same car as fifteen minutes ago, and there’s an identical car riding behind it.”

“That’s a tail.” Steve confirmed, looking through the side mirrors. “What the hell is this? Anyone in here feel like they have a reason to be followed?”

The three in the backseat looked amongst each other, looking forward to Steve and Sam afterwards with clueless looks.

“I just came back from a mission where T'Challa and I pretty much put an entire organization to the ground. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t like that…”

“Still seems unlikely that they would have been able to track you after all of our security protocols and then hunt you on U.S soil.” Steve said whilst continuing to watch the vehicles behind them.

Y/N sat still, eyes lost into space and time where only she could see. Peter was the one who noticed.

“Guys…” He called out, watching the color flow around in her eyes like a blurry movie. She seemed unreachable, or at least she did not make an effort to speak in the moment.

Bucky looked at her in amazement as he had never seen her powers visually before. Steve turned around in his seat and Sam glimpsed back whenever he felt he could. Y/N remained still, eyes glued forward.

“Update, Y/N. What’s going on?” Steve needed to know.

“I’m pushing a little further ahead, trying to see what’s going to happ- oh god…” She gasped, eyes snapping back to reality. “They’re going to open fire in about one minute, just as we pass the next road sign.”

“Shit!” Sam repeated himself, gripping the steering wheel tightly and accelerating.

“No! The reason they’ll open fire is cause we’ve noticed them. Just drive like we’ve done all along.” Her eyes were faded with colorful lights again but only for a short moment. “We’ve bought some time, I can’t see them shooting at us within the next five minutes.”

“Okay, that’s good. I’ll contact Tony and the others, see what they think we should do.” Steve brought out his phone which he handled like an old man, his fingers clumsy and pressing harshly on the touchscreen.

She tried to think of any reason why she should be the one to have someone tailing her. She liked to think it was someone else from within the car, but the likeliness of her past catching up with her was too plausible for her to ignore. She didn’t want to be the target. She was a newcomer to the team which she wasn’t even officially on yet. She didn’t need her past to bring unnecessary complications like men chasing after her in tinted cars with machine guns.

“…Tony, shut up…” Steve snapped, surprising everyone, even Y/N who didn’t know the man. “This is no time for your jokes and your sarcasm, we’re being followed… Yes… No I- hold up… Y/N? What are you seeing?”

Steve tore away from the phone call with agony and looked back at her. She didn’t say anything at first but looked ahead in time, the color in her eyes enough to let Steve know she was looking for an update of what was to come.

“One of the cars is going to drive past us to be ahead, putting us in between them. No guns yet.” She said as she came back from the film which had metaphorically played inside of her head.

“They’re going to lock us in. A minute ago she saw them opening fire but we’ve avoided it… Yes, you see, that’s the beauty of having the future revealed to you. You can change it…” Steve sounded more than tired of Tony on the other end. “Where are you guys?… Alright. We’ll wait for air support then.”

He hung up.

“What’s the plan?” Bucky asked, not liking the staring headlights from the car behind them.

“We wait for Tony and the others to arrive. They’re a few miles away but the Quinjet will make it in five I’m sure-”

“We might not have that long…” Y/N stated, no one noticing her glowing eyes until she spoke. “We have a few seconds before bullets come flying.”


Nate Maloley AU: You make up

Since there was more response than I thought on ‘You’re sick of his lifestyle / He cheats’, and a lot of you wanted a part two;
here it is! 💁💕

I’m sorry if I’m taking a bit longer with the other requested AUs, it’s just that I’m a perfectionist sometimes, and it takes me quite some time until I’m satisfied with the result - plus I’m a Nate girl and it’s easier for me to make those kind of requests. My next post will be about somebody else so hopefully everyone’s happy :D

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW! please give me some time to make the ones requested. You can have a look at the things that are going to come up and the stuff I made so far HERE😊

This took me a lot longer than I thought it would but hey-ho, we got there in the end. Love a bit of fluffy Loki from time to time and this one was fun to write as a result. Little bit of a sassy reader this time, not taking no shit. Plus Pietro comes craaaawling back. ;) Requested by nerd-kat–hell-yes. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt:  Will there be a part two to the loki one??? Please i need it!

“No Apology Necessary” (Part 2)

Part 1

It had been a few weeks since your break up with Pietro. Every day since then, Loki had taken care of you, walking you from your room to the lab, in the morning, and back again at night. Though you could’ve thought it suffocating, you quickly realised how much you needed someone by your side, something constant, and you were happier than you could express that it was Loki. The act of consoling somebody seemed to be doing him some good too – he was becoming more compassionate and kinder, if not necessarily towards Pietro. Today however, Loki hadn’t come to call for you at the lab. He’d left earlier in the day to “do something” and hadn’t returned. The stars were beginning to break up the darkening sky and the moon peeked out above the horizon.

It had been a few weeks since your break up with Pietro. It was now or never. Loki had left earlier, during your lunch break, to “do something” and it was the first time he’d left your side save for the nights in several weeks. It had taken him much longer than he’d initially planned to run his errands (the streets of New York were much harder to navigate on his own) but he’d finally done it.

With each step that brought him closer to the lab, Loki’s heart got a little faster, for every step that brought him closer to the lab would bring him closer to the confession of his feelings for you. In his left hand was a large bouquet of carnations - he remembered a conversation many a night ago when you’d expressed your dislike of roses as a result of the thorns – and in his other hand was a paper bag that contained a blueberry muffin. All in all, Loki was feeling pretty impressed with himself.

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Hello my lovelies ❤ I hope that you are all doing well 😚 I want to first off apologize for the inactivity. It seems like lately I have only been posting theses kinds of apology posts. I am really really sorry. I have been super stressed out lately. As some of you may know I love in America. I am an immigrant, I am Muslim and I am brown so things aren’t looking too swell for me here and it’s been really hard. It’s hard when people judge you and hate you without really knowing you. So I am really sorry for that 😩 I’ve been going to protests and rallies to gain support and writing letters when I have the time so I haven’t been able to really work on mystic messenger stuff 😞

Another thing is, the unknown child fic is taking longer than I thought. I have finished everyone’s except Jumins, Sevens and Saerans which are the most popular and most requested sequel. I just have an idea for the stories and I have not been able to put it into words. So I am going to be working on requests for a little while and then work on the remaining fics when life settles down a bit.

It seems that I have lost quite a few followers due to the inactivity which is definitely understandable. And again, life has just been a bit rough for me but to everyone who messages me and talks to me on here thank you. It definitely makes my day. Those of you who continue to support me, thank you so much it really means a lot to me. I seriously love you guys 😭 So thanks again and I’m sorry ❤😔

Happy birthday, Gokudera!!

(September 9th)

hey guys! i’m off to jesus camp for the next week (i’m very exited and don’t worry it’s a very liberal and lgbt-friendly jesus camp) and there is NO data, wifi, or reception. like, they take our phones away the moment we show up. i think i have a few posts queued up?? but not many so rip. 

please please please fill my inbox with asks and messages for when i come back!


anonymous asked:

Do you take requests~?

Well, more like I take “suggestions” like for example someone leaves a really cute or cool idea/headcanon in my inbox or whatever and sometimes I’m like “HEY. I really wanna draw that!” so yeah feel free to leave something. 

But…. I can’t always guarantee it’ll be done…. ^^;;;; (cause I’m slow.) sometimes I will just likely respond with my thoughts on it.  also… I already kinda have quite a bit of asks sitting in my inbox for that kind of stuff. TwT some ended up getting longer than I intended cause I liked the idea too much. ahh….

I’m planning on opening commissions soon tho. ❤  If you’re interested in that perhaps? 

Forget?(JB Angst)

~Okay this one was a really long request. It was pretty nice too, I thought it would have been better as a series but whatevs its cool. It took a while because of the distractions around me,,,, but here it is~

Originally posted by youremyplayground

It was a special day, but it wasn’t yours; it was your son’s third birthday. The child that you and your best friend and lover, Jaebum, had created together. You received a message from him at 3:17 that afternoon. You unlocked your phone and read his words. 

“I’m really sorry, y/n. I am stuck at work for a bit longer than expected. Can you take him to eat and I will meet you there?” 

You type back the word “sure” and get into the car with your newly turned three year old. To you it wasn’t that big of a deal, it was life. Jaebum was busy; he would come home later than expected to the point where you expected it. It was normal and withstand able to you. When he was late, it wasn’t too late; He would come back within an hour of the time he was let off. However, to your son, it meant the world to him that his father was there on his birthday. He would be on the verge of tears before Jae came into the door and picked him up. 

On your way to the restaurant, you got another text from him. You picked up your phone thread the text, but before you could you heard the honk of a car’s horn behind you. You looked up to see an eighteen- wheeler coming towards your car. You had ran the red light that old you to stop. As if on instinct, you lurched towards the back seat and grabbed your son to put him away from the place that the truck would impact the most. You slammed on the brakes and when you set your sweet boy down, away from harm, it went dark.

When you woke up, you were surrounded by nurses in a cold, white room. It smelled like a familiar scent, but you couldn’t remember it. You thought about it a while longer only to realize that not only could you not remember the scent, you couldn’t remember anything. A nurse noticed that you were awake and called the doctor that was assigned to your case.

After a long conversation, you were informed that you had been in an accident that has caused you to lose most of your memories. You had post- traumatic amnesia and they didn’t know when you would gain your memory or if you would gain your memory at all. You were told your name, your family’s names, and that you almost died to save your child. You spent three weeks in the hospital before you were sent back home with your parents; they wanted to see to it that you remembered your past. When you were able to move back out, you did. You took most of the photo albums with you. You would spend hours looking at old photo albums, desperately looking for a doorway to your memory. Over the next year, you came to remember the way you were raised, your friends, and most of your life, but two things were left uncovered - your husband and son. 

While you were searching for your past, Jaebum was searching for you. For a year, from after you disappeared from the hospital to the present, he spent his free time and even his work looking for you. He contacted hospitals, they all said the same thing, you weren’t there. He called your parents daily, but they just said that you moved out and that they had no idea where you went. At times, he wanted to give up. But, then he saw his phone. His lock screen was the last picture of your family together, the morning of they he lost you. Your smile in that photo was real, your love in that photo was real, your body was not, your voice was not there. He wanted to be with you again, if not for him, for your son. He didn’t want to, but whenever your son asked about you, he would go off. That made him feel worse than you could imagine. He thought you were ignoring him; He thought you remembered.

Back in your life, things were going well, you had a new job, a new life, and a new boyfriend. You knew that he wasn’t the one, but you couldn’t do that to him. That day, you were to go back to Seoul for a follow up visit at your psychiatrist’s office. You decided to bring a small photo album with you to show your progress in memory. It was an album unfamiliar to you, but you wanted to show that you could remember the people in the photos.

You arrived in Seoul and shoved the small album into your bag as you walked through a plaza hand in hand with your boyfriend. That was where you saw them, Jaebum and your little boy who was eating an ice cream cone. He had gotten bigger, but not by much; He also had a scar on his jaw- it was from the accident. However, you did not recognize them. When your kid saw you he ran towards you, you smiled at him. He nearly tripped,but you caught him. The ice cream on the other hand was on the pavement beneath your feet. At that point, he started crying. You looked at your boyfriend to ask for permission to get him ice cream.

“Be quick, we have to be there in 35 minutes,” he smiled.

You got the seemingly unfamiliar child a new ice cream cone with sprinkles, kneeled down, handed it to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Jae saw you and ran towards you, but when he saw the hand you’re holding he assumed the worst. Jaebum thought that you had run away with this “beanstalk” that was before him. Almost in tears, he ran over and snatched the kid away yelling “No, he’s mine, not yours…. anymore.” You got freaked out and your boyfriend escorted you away from the heartbroken Jaebum. Jaebum had other plans, he followed you into the office you went into to confront you and more importantly ask why.

When you sat down and wanted to demonstrate your improvement, you opened the album to see a picture of you in a bridal gown. You saw the lilies and daffodils of the bouquet, but more importantly, you saw Jaebum. Your husband? 

In a flood of emotions, your memories came back. He was your friend, lover. He was very accepting of your shortcomings, as you have very many as a human being. He supported you, loved you, talked to you, appreciated you, treated you right, grew with you, and…… had a child with you. You turned the page to see your newborn baby boy in Jaebum’s arms. It was a lovely sight. You knew what you had to do so you got up and walked to the waiting room. You walked to your boyfriend and told him what happened an that you can’t do it anymore. He understood. 

You felt a gust of wind from the door and turned. Jae was standing in the doorway while tears were streaming down his face. 

“Jae, you’re  crying. Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

 He glared at you. “Suddenly, after all these years, I’m important.  Why did you leave, y/n?  Why didn’t you want me…back then? I could have helped you with recovery, why did you leave? Why didn’t you see then that I could have made you happy again ?” he paused, but you couldn’t think of an answer  “Why didn’t you?” He yelled this time.

“I…I don’t know what to say.  Life was good until that day. I don’t remember a lot of it. I just now remembered you and our child for god’s sakes You don’t know what it’s like. You couldn’t.  It was awful, and…and then…then, I remembered  of you.  I asked myself, how could I not remember this man?  Believe me,” I pleaded.  "But now, we’re together.  The past is gone, literally and figuratively.  We have the present and the future.“

"Yes, y/n, the past is gone, and what we had, if we ever had anything, ­is gone, too.  What you and I hoped for this evening didn’t happen.  I’m sorry…for both of us.” she said quietly, wiped her eyes, and sat.

"Jaebum…please, don’t leave me. I just found you.”  you were crying by this point. 

It then occurred to him what the doctors said, it was unclear to hm at the time. But, he realized that you couldn’t remember anything after the accident. You didn’t want to find him, you didn’t want to start a new life. You just didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t. He moved to hold you. 

“Y/n, I won’t ever leave you again. We can get through this together. I know it’s a lot right now, but you are okay now.”

Jingle Bells

Requested. Jin smut.

You and Jin never really got along, even though you’re friends with all the Bangtan boys. You’re invited to their dorm to decorate one day and you finally find out why Jin treats you differently…

(a little bit of swearing)

It was early December, and the first snow was falling outside. You were walking to the boys’ dorm, at the request of Jungkook, to help your friends decorate for Christmas. Even though you were good friends with the boys, and the maknae line in particular, but you knew that Jin would be there today. He had always been quite polite to you, but the two of you had never really clicked, and you always felt a little awkward when he was around.

You hoped you would eventually get closer, but for now you still got nervous at the thought of hanging out with him.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out.


You smile to yourself.

‘Calm down, I’m on my way.’

You get no message in reply, suspecting that Taehyung had done his usual thing of sending a hundred messages to people and then forgetting he had a phone for the next hour.

You run up the stairs, shaking snow out of you hair, and knock on the front door. You hear a huge amount of screaming from inside the house before the door flies open, and Taehyung grabs your wrist and yanks you inside.

“It took you soooo long!” He whines, pulling your jacket off and chaotically hanging it by the door. From inside, you hear Taeyang’s ‘Ringa Linga’ starting to play. You sigh heavily, already knowing what you’re in for before you see it.

You walk into the living room. Jungkook is on the couch, concentrating very hard on playing on his phone. Jimin is dancing in the middle of the room, nailing the choreography as usual. The only actual sign of decorating in the house is Jin, his broad back turned away from you, hanging baubles on their tree. He turns slightly and nods to you with a smile, then continues his hanging. Taehyung rushes in and starts dancing with Jimin.

“Did you bring cookie dough?” Jimin asked, shouting over the song.

“No,” you look at him in confusion. “Was I meant to?”

“Didn’t Tae text you?” Jimin asked, stopping and looking at Taehyung.

“I thought it did!” Taehyung said, blinking innocently.

“Maybe you thought you did but never actually sent the text,” Jin said, laughing lightly. “It’s okay, we can go buy some.”

“Cookies!” Jimin smiled widely.

“I want to go,” Jungkook said, not looking up from his phone.

“Me too!” Jimin agreed.

“I’ll go too!” Taehyung said.

“I’ll go,” Jin said, putting down the garland he was holding.

“No, someone should stay here with y/n,” Jimin said. Jin opened his mouth to protest, but Jimin waved his hand in dismissal. “We can’t all go. Besides, she can help you decorate!”

Jin glared at Jimin. You felt like maybe you should interfere, but you didn’t want to offend the members by saying you didn’t want to stay here with Jin alone.

“We’ll see you when you get back,” you say.

“Don’t cause any trouble,” Jimin says, winking at you as he passes by. Jungkook finally puts away his phone and waves to you like you just arrived.

Once the door closed and the three young ones were gone the house became very quiet.

You walk across the room and pick up one of the decorations, standing on your toes to hang it.

“Don’t put it there,” Jin says, rather harshly. You look at him questioningly, and stand normally.

“Do you like hate me or something? Why don’t you ever talk to me?”

“I-” he looks shocked. Truthfully, you feel bad, seeing how wide his eyes had gotten at your words, and how his full lips parted in shock. “I don’t hate you,” he says quietly.

You stand back up on your tippy toes, trying to hook the bauble on a high branch. You feel a hand on your back, stabilizing you. You succeed in hanging the decoration, and look up into Jin’s eyes.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he says, stepping away from you and blushing.

What is this? Why is he being so weird?

“I won’t get hurt. I live on my own you know. I have to do all this stuff by myself.”

“Yeah and I live with plenty of stubborn boys. No matter what I say they hurt themselves.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about me, I’m not one of your members, you don’t have to look after me.”

You reach for another ornament, but Jin gently grabs your wrist and keeps you facing him.

“I don’t think you were being fair, you are just as cold toward me as I am to you.”

“I’m only like that because you are to me. You’re confusing me.”

Jin’s grip tightens a little. “I’m confusing you?”

“Yes, you are!” You pull your wrist away. “I’ve been in and out of this dorm for months, but our relationship has never improved. You won’t even talk to me and I’ll be here for hours. Aren’t you meant to be the nice one?”

Jin grabbed your wrists again, and held you firmly.

“I really didn’t think you were so dumb, y/n.” He laughed a little bit. You are shocked by the cuteness of it, given the situation.


“I’ve liked you for months now, I thought it was obvious.”

You stare up at him. This helped nothing. None of his actions made sense to you. Was he joking? Was he going to tease you for believing him when the others got back?

“Say something, y/n,” he pleaded. You looked into his eyes, genuine confusion showing on his face.

“Oh my god, you really do make me crazy.” He pulled you forward, and you had to stand a little on your toes, just like you had while putting the ornament on the tree, and his lips met yours. Even though you had known it was happening, the realization hit you with the kiss. His lips were honestly amazing, and your heart was beating like crazy. Your already confused brain was whirling with thoughts, but you couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling the desperation in his kiss. In that moment you began to believe that maybe this could be the result of months of waiting, not knowing whether he should confess or not, too nervous to speak to you and shy to pretend to be friends.

He released your hands, and you closed your eyes, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. He grabbed your waist and pulled you a little closer. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the kiss was over. He looked down at you.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said. He lifted a hand and lightly brushed your face. His hands were cold on your skin. You took the hand from your face and held it between yours.

“You’re hands are freezing.” He started slightly.

“I’m not used to you being nice to me,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” you slide your arms around his waist and hug him tightly. “I’m sorry I’ve never realized.”

His hands hesitantly wrapped around you too. Every part of you was in contact with him, it was the closest you had been to someone in a while. You felt a nervousness build in your stomach. Really? Now?

“Ah, y/n, I think-” you stopped him by pulling his head down into another kiss, this one short, your ears filled with his breathing.

“Y/n,” he pushed you away again. “Honestly, I’m trying to contain myself, but I don’t know if I’ll be able-”

You smiled. “Then don’t try.”

You saw a slight shake of Jin’s head, the he held you by the shoulders, kissing your neck  with his soft lips. You brought your hands up, one to his chest, one to his neck. You were fascinated by his breath, the quiet inhales between kisses, and the deep exhales along with the plush kiss to your skin. Occasionally he’d mutter something, sometimes your name, sometimes something inaudible.

His hand went cautiously to your side, around your ribs. You responded by lowering a hand down to his hip. You looked down to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down as you lower to your knees. You tie up your hair and give Jin a quick smile.

You pulled down his boxers, and pop his large member into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip as you pump his length. You see Jin reach back and grip the couch for support, making you feel slightly proud of yourself. You bob up and down, and you hear him breathe in sharply.

“Y/n,” he says. You slide him out of your mouth and look up. Jin cups your chin in his hand and guides you to your feet. “I want you right now, y/n,” he whispers in your ear.

You shiver as he says it, and feel excitement growing as he pushed you back onto the couch. He rolls a condom down over his length and you take the liberty of pulling off your pants and underwear.

Nothing up until that point had been fast. He had still been quiet and polite. Every move he made was a question, asking you if it was okay, if you were okay, if he should keep going. But as he lay over you, first massaging your clit with a still cold hand, and then sliding into you as your back arched and you moaned his name, the awkwardness between you vanished. He seemed to gain energy as you said his name, thrusting into you, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. His hand explored your bare skin beneath your shirt, and this time you scream in pleasure as he slams into you.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his breathing ragged.

“Seokjin!” You cry, your core tightening. You cum at the same time he does, and he falls beside you, the two of you barely fitting together on the couch.

“You’ll never get rid of me now,” you say. Jin smiles a pretty-eyed smile, and takes one of your hands, lacing your fingers together.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He says softly. You smile warmly at the man you thought you hated. “We should get dressed before the other get back,” he says. You suddenly hope that Jin will be with you for a very, very long time.

Wah it takes a while to get going, I know. And it’s a bit longer than the other ones. I kinda want this to be the general length for them…I think the Jimin one was way to quick to start. Anyway, I hope you guys like it ♡

xx Kiwi xx


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