A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!! 10k words
Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”
“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.
Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.
“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.
Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”
Has this strong and scary presence around him but he’s actually an angel doesn’t like doing the dirty work himself and instead relies on his other gang members to clean up the mess
Even though he himself and his gang is well known around the city he prefers to stay in the shadows
Has a reputation of one of the fiercest mafia leaders
And the rumors are true because no one who got on his bad side, got to live to see another day
Meeting you was a complete coincidence as you happened to work in the warehouses where his gang would make deals. You were always told finish up before 9 o’clock in the evening because you might lose your job otherwise and you always obeyed this rule until that day. It took you longer to sort things out than usual and when you were about to leave it was almost 10. You went out through the front exit and were caught up in the middle of two gangs.
“Who the fuck is she?” one man asked.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything, I’m not even supposed to be here, I will never tell anyone, so please-”
“Shut up! You talk to much.” Jaebum ordered. You looked at him frightened.
“It would be better if we just kill her.” the other man spoke again.
“No.” Jaebum said approaching you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “She’s with me.”
He’s not in the gang to do business but rather for the many opportunities to steal, especially cars
If he sets his eye on something, there is 110% guarantee that he will get in 24 hours
He thinks Jackson is shady and that he’s probably going to try to steal from him so he avoids him like the plague which almost never works
Because of people like him, he doesn’t go anywhere (not even to sleep) without his trusted revolver
He’s one of the richest among the gang members and likes to show off his precious cars but there will be no hesitation to kill if you as much as touch them
You made the stupid decision of trying to steal from him. You saw his obviously expensive car parked outside one of the clubs and thought that that’s a good catch. However when you drove away with it, expecting to sell it into the black market, Mark himself showed up to buy it from you.
“That’s not very nice.” he said pointing his gun at you. “I really like this one.”
You were surprised the owner of the car found you so fast and just wanted in anticipation to see what will happen.
“But I also find your courage and skills very impressive, not many people dare steal from me, so how about you give me back my car and then I will think what to do with you.”
No one knows why he’s in the gang and how he got here
He just started hanging around and before everyone knew it he was already going on missions and making deals
Was very quick to gain everyones trust and respect
He doesn’t have a specific job at the gang as he’s pretty much good at anything
And he also annoys a lot people so they don’t want to take him with them but he shows up anywhere, anytime at the right moment
He met you when he broke into your house in the middle of the night to interrogate you. He woke you up and put his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.
“We need to discuss some things, if you behave I won’t hurt you.”
Pretending to fear for your life you just nodded but if he really thought you were afraid, that was a big mistake on his part. You knew this was going to happen someday sooner or later, so you were ready and as soon as he let go of you, you took the scissors from your night stand and stabbed him in the leg. You took off immediately after that and you have no idea how (with that kind of injury) but he managed to catch up and tackle you outside. He dragged you to the back of your apartment building and slammed you into the wall.
“Naughty girl, what did I just say about behaving? I really don’t want to hurt you but if you don’t tell me everything you know right now, I might have to take you with me.”
Doesn’t always look like it but will do anything for the gang
He’s one of the top and most respected assassins in the industry
Prefers to take out his targets silently, that’s why he’s more skilled with hand held weapons like knifes, daggers, axes and so on
Most of the time he’s very collected and calm until you make him angry or his emotions take over, then he uses anything he can find as a weapon and not a single person leaves the room alive
He has been in the business for so long that he already forgot the number of people he killed
Unfortunately it was your mission to kill him, as you were probably the only person crazy enough to try it. He noticed you even before you approached him but didn’t say anything yet. This situation was very amusing to him as there has been a long time since somebody tried to kill him. You were waiting all night to get the right opportunity when you lost track of him. You were about to go look for him when he appeared next to you.
“Looking for someone?” he asked handing you a drink. “Why do you look so shocked? Did you see a ghost or am I that sexy?”
You were still frozen in your tracks when he got closer and closer to you only to pull your gun from under your dress.
“What were you about to do with this?” he smirked pushing you down on the couch. “I think you should sit down because me and you are about to have a very serious talk.”
Specializes in making drug, weapons and other kind of deals
Deal making with him is very quick, as he doesn’t like talking with his business partners about anything else but the deal, so that if anything happens it wouldn’t be traced back to him
Even though he’s well known in the industry not many people know his real name
He’s also the best at smuggling anything in and out of the country
If the money is given to him in cash, he counts every single note as he doesn’t trust people that easily
You tried to cheat your way out of the deal by not giving him a couple of grands, thinking he wouldn’t notice but as you turned around to leave he grabbed you by the arm.
“No so fast sweetie.” he said. “Do you know what this is?” he asked you and you could feel the coldness of the metal press at your waist.
“It’s a gun.”
“Correct! And I would really hate to use it on you.” he stated snatching your bag out of your hand.
“I will take this.” he smiled taking out a bundle of banknotes out of it. “But as you tried to trick me, I can’t let you go that easily, so I think I will need something more than that.”
Any kind of location, a person, any piece of information - he has it
Is considered very valuable in this business and many gangs try to bribe him to work for them
He has no interest in helping them though and prefers to stick to one group at a time but he’s been in this gang for so long that nowadays he doesn’t even plan on leaving
Has many different methods to get the info he needs, the most infamous one of them being torture
Needless to say if he gets to use that method, you won’t be experiencing anything again. Ever.
You had no idea how it got to that. Seemingly one minute you were fighting alongside your members and now you were strapped to a chair in an unknown building. Someone pulled you up by the chin.
“I told you to look at me when I’m talking to you.” BamBam said. “Ahh such a pretty face!”
“Don’t touch me!” you told trying to smack his hand from your face.
“I think you don’t understand the situation you’re now in. You see, you don’t have many options. Or rather there is only two: you tell me everything you know and I kill you quickly or I torture the information out of you and kill you anyways.”
“How about neither, you fuck.”
“Ouch! You’re just making it worse for yourself but I admire your courage, how about, just for you, I come up with a third option.”
Was very young when he was thrown into this whole mafia world, still in some sort of training to be a pro
But unexpectedly he’s crazy good with guns, his aim is great and his precision is no joke
Because of that all the members trust him with their lives and he’s taken on missions more often than anyone else
Favourite weapons of choice - long range sniper rifles
Often trains other even older than him gang members and can often be seen practicing till dusk
He was surprised to see he missed and only shot you in the leg. As you disappeared behind a building he decided to come finish you off. When he turned the corner you were nowhere to be seen.
“What the heck, she couldn’t have gone that far off, at this point she should have lost a lot of blood.” he wondered when unexpectedly you attacked him from behind. You took your knife out trying to stab him when he rolled you over and now he was the one on top.
“Oh! I see we have a fighter. How were you even able to stand up?” he questioned you.
“Stop struggling, will you?” he told you pressing his fingers into the open leg wound. You screamed in pain and passed out. He checked your pulse.
“Good. She’s still alive. If we can get her to behave, she will make a strong ally.” he thought picking you up.
A/N: Next up is BTS!! But I still have to finish it 😂 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
When my roommate was Taken and Replaced, there were a lot of things I was prepared for (things like sleeping with iron on, keeping salt under my pillow, constantly being on guard, and never taking food from her), but explaining memes to her was not one.
I was in our room studying, just trying to cram for one of the classes we have an excess of tests in, when Not Vex looked right at me and asked, “Why are so many people talking about the friends we made along the way? It doesn’t even make any sense. Today at lunch, Binks said ‘maybe the real final exam was the friends we made along the way’ while we were studying. It just-it makes no sense.”
It took me longer than was probably polite to answer, because how the hell are you supposed to answer when one of Them asks why a meme exists? I did have to answer eventually, though.
“It’s called a meme. It’s things that start on the internet that people find funny, and they usually don’t make sense, and they start getting used in different ways. The one you were talking about started to make fun of something that’s in a lot of movies, where they search for treasure or a prize or something and don’t find it, and someone says something about the real prize being the friends they made along the way. People love making fun of overdone tropes, so it got really big and now people use it in a lot of ways and some of them make no sense, like the one Binks used,” I told Not Vex, hoping my explanation was enough and I could get back to my studying.
She seemed satisfied, and I thought that was the end of it.
If only I could be so lucky.
Now, anytime there’s a new one, she’ll make it a point to tap me on the shoulder and ask “Is that one of those meme things you told me about?”
Vex was never very quiet, and Not Vex isn’t either. Now everyone knows I am on good enough terms with Them to talk to my Gentry roommate about memes and I have no idea what to do with that kind of power.
I was supposed to get this done by the time round 2 ended, but this took so much longer than I thought XD I like making these comics when the hero I support loses; it’s fun. Dedicated to my waifu and my best friend for passing on to round 2 but both sadly got beaten (one brutally murdered) by the royal wyvern riders.
Congratulations to both Team Camilla and Team Minerva for winning! \(^o^)/ Now time to join Minerva’s team and try to get some ranks for feathers.
After a month long wait IT’S FINALLY DONE. Man, this took WAY longer
than I thought it would. This is what I get for wanting to try new
things, I suppose. I’d love to do this again in the future (with much
better quality, of course) but maybe not in the near future? Idk haha
And to those who may be wondering, yes, this fanart is actually an update to a previous one I made ago for the same occasion. The fanart prompt for a domestic Hannigram scene immediately reminded me of this, so I though why not make this fanart less one-sided? :)
Many thanks to the one who gave this prompt as well. I forgot who it was but I hope the two parts and this video made up for that (and my absence during the Hanniversary OTL).
Because it’s all I’ve been able to talk and think about today…
Up. Down. A little twist to the side. Now a large ‘O’. And a small pinch.
If you were being honest, you had no idea what he was saying. Not because of his strong accent that you loved, or the fact that he spoke lowly and slowly, which would drive you absolutely insane if it were any other person. No, you had no idea what he was saying because his lips were moving and once more you were in a trance.
It was fascinating to look at, his mouth. How you could even put your headphones on and block out the sound and still see his accent. His lips were… Something else entirely.
It’s a bit embarrassing, you had to admit. If he were to direct the word straight to you, you would need him to repeat himself over and over before properly being able to answer him. You were glad he was speaking to the group of people gathered in your living room, and not just to you. In fact, you didn’t know how you had managed to become and stay friends with him when all you could do was get hypnotised by his lips every time he talked.
The way he said his ‘Buh-’ sounds. The fact that he never pronounced the ‘tt’s in ‘better’. The pout he pulled when he got stuck in his ‘uhmmm’s. The little bites when he was paying attention to someone else speak. No wonder they are such a vibrant shade of pink. They were soft, you knew that. The cheeky British charm he carried seemed to come with a proper kiss to your cheek when he greeted you, and nothing like the semi awkward cheek-touching-cheek-hello ‘you americans’ - as Harry put it - would do.
There goes another pinch at them. You remind yourself to nod and look around the room to try and hide your pointed looks, but you weren’t being as sly as you thought you were. Not knowing whatever was your friends kept babbling on about, your eyes soon found their way back to the thing they love to look at the most.
“You’re doing that again” the words knocked you out of the trance you were in. Your friend had leaned over and whispered to you as discreetly as possible, which you were thankful for, as she pushed an empty bowl of chips to your chest. Right, time to act like the host you were. She got up and followed you to the kitchen continuing the hushed conversation. “Doing what?” you ask legitimately confused. “Staring at Harry’s face” Ah, so it was that obvious. Whoops. You made a mental note to stop that and try to join the conversation when you eventually went back to the living room, in hopes to avoid the absentminded stare. “I’m not looking at his face” you started but decided to cut yourself. The only thing worse than your friend thinking you stared at Harry’s face cause you liked him, was for her to know that you didn’t stare at his face, but just at his lips cause they piqued your interest in ways you couldn’t comprehend yourself. Pouring whatever was left of the chips into the bowl, you quickly returned to the relaxing get together in your living room. At least your best friend knew to stay quiet in front of the others, and wouldn’t bombard you with more thoughts in the matter while the rest of the gang was around.
Joining the chat was easy, staying in it was a different feat. The lads varied from topic to topic, dominating the direction the small reunion took, mostly with jokes and football talk. It wasn’t your fault the topic was so boring to you that you had to busy yourself with studying Harry’s lips from across the room once again. It wasn’t your fault he was the only British guy in the group which made his accent interesting and amusing, specially when he called soccer football or footie, and defended his position whenever the other guys would transition to american football “Noo. ‘Mean ‘soccer’. Real football tha’ is. Played wif’ actual balls and feet, innit?” it was something no one in the group would let him live down. Same with the word trousers which made you giggle, and the way he introduced himself something more like “ ‘M ‘arry.” instead of “I’m Harry”.
In all honesty, it made you even more captivated by his lips. And today specially, for some unknown reason, you were very very fixated on them. More than usual. And you swore that one day you would grow used to them with him being your close friend and all, but that day didn’t seem to be today. So you just resigned to stare silently and hope no one noticed.
Having little get togethers at home meant you had to do the cleaning after, but luckily your best friend had stuck around, and so had Harry with whom you fell into a nice ‘you rinse, I dry’ system while your best friend attended a seemingly very important phone call out in your backyard. Your attention was fully set into drying and stacking plates and utensils. Harry’s attention was halfway set on washing, halfway set on trying to stop a telling smirk from forming on his face
You didn’t know but Harry knew.
He had known for a while now. At first he noticed only slightly that you weren’t fully there when he spoke to the whole group. He noticed how you would sometimes fidget and ask him to repeat somethings when he spoke to you alone, pinning it on his accent and the way he annoyingly slurred words. And slowly he found himself glancing at you only to see you were already looking in his direction. He never mentioned anything, slowly coming to the conclusion that for some reason you were looking at his lips.
And for some reason he liked that.
After the last plate Harry leaned over the counter peeking through the small window in your kitchen at your friend pacing and chatting away on her phone. “Wha’ do yeh reckon ‘s so important?” he puckered his lips in her direction, as if he was pointing to her without his hands, and you were gone. His bottom lip jutted out only a tad more than his upper lip. You hadn’t noticed that before.
Harry looked at you from the corner of his eye, only to catch you once again. Ok this was beyond his control. Today had been the day. You weren’t doing a nice job at being sly about it and he wondered if maybe you meant for him to notice. He doubted it, knowing you he was sure that you would be completely terrified about him knowing you look at his lips because… Because what? He didn’t know why you did that. He licked his lips self consciously, just to get whatever it is you could be staring at off his lips, if that was even the reason you stared. But you pressed on for a second longer before turning to look out the window as well. “Yeh know…” Harry started, turning around and resting on the counter smugly. Arms crossed over his chest as he pouted, bit and licked his lips over and over, like a person who’s thinking hard about what to say next. Your attention was on him, his eyes this time. You knew better than to just straight up glare at his lips when it was only you and him. “Yeh do tha’ an awful lot” “What?” your eyebrow raised in confusion. “Look at m’lips” the smirk that accompanies the sentence is not lost to you, and you find yourself getting warm cheeks and taking a small step back at the mention.
“What?” this time your what was more of an incredulous, surprised ‘what.’ As if you couldn’t believe what he was saying, or better yet that he noticed. Harry only nodded slightly, turning to face you. “I do notice…” he bites back “s’okay… though I’d love t’know why” “There’s no why because I don’t look at your lips all the time” In Harry’s head it was futile for you to try and defend the point. He knew you did and that was final. You didn’t know why you did it – deep down maybe there was the thought of wanting to properly kiss him but you always shook it off, – so you can’t really give him an explanation. In the midst of your thoughts he had somehow gotten closer. “I mean, if yeh want to kiss me” there’s suddenly no space between his chest and yours, and at this distance all you can do is stare at his lips, because who wouldn’t “all yeh hafta’ do is say the word” “H-harry, get off y-your high horse” you’re able to spew out with a whispery thread of a voice. The chuckle that leaves his pinker than life, softer than a cloud lips throws you off. This is the cockiest you’ve seen Harry act, and right now you can’t decide if you’re okay with it or want him to back off. “C’mon now” “Harry…” his hands, which also fascinate you - he can’t keep them still, and seems to always have more rings than it would be socially acceptable if it wasn’t cause his boyish charm just seems to go perfectly with 7 rings and helps him get away with mostly everything- come to thumb at your lower lip.
His eyes were fixated on them since the moment he got this close, but there was no way you could realise that because your eyes were already trained on his cupid’s bow and light stubbly shadow of a moustache. He also liked how plump they were and if you didn’t greet him with the cheek-touching-cheek bullshit, he would know just how soft they were too, except now he could tell because he was touching them. This close, you can definitely see a freckle on his lips and quite frankly you didn’t know his mouth could get anymore hypnotising… But here we are. And his lips move but you do catch the sounds as he opens and closes his mouth in the most endearing of ways. “S’okay. I stare at yours an awful lot too…”
I do NOT know what this was. It certainly turned out longer than I expected (I didn’t even expect to write anything) and took another direction than I imagined (it was just supposed to be you thinking about his lips, none of his perspective type of thing. But here we are) So… Yeah… Here’s something. IDk. It’s not a blurb and it’s not a fic either. Just a group of words.
VLD Headcanons because everyone else is sharing theirs
-Lance has like long ass fingers. The ones that look like boney spider legs and are beautiful. He also has big feet and long toes with the second and third being longer than the big toe. He also has toe rings he once got a renaissance fair and never took off
-Keith has tiny little baby feet and hands(much like my own) and he used to paint all his nails black
-Hunk has giant square manly hands, the kind that one could go around your entire neck
-SHIRO HAS GIRL HANDS! Long, thin well taken care of hands (or hand i suppose). With clean well trimmed nails
-Shiro moisturizes like crazy
-“I don’t want wrinkly old man skin, Keith, like you’re gonna get if you don’t start.”
-Allura’s hands are callosed and a mix of Shiro and Lance’s
-Pidge also has baby hands, and her nails are always dirty or chewed to the roots
-No one has seen Coran without his gloves. Ever. It’s like Kakashi’s mask and the paladins keep trying to get him to take them off
-Keith loves the size difference between his and Lance’s hands and how his can easily dissapear into Lance’s
-Lance is still growing, like he’s gonna end up 6'4 I swear. Lance also likes to make fun of others for being tiny
-His older siblings used to make fun of him cuz he used to be pequeñito so when he comes back to earth he’s taller than most of them and he just cackles wickedly
-Keith’s a 2nd gen american. His grandparents are from Korea and moved to Texas and had his dad. So he has a lot of weird tastes in food like kimchi with pork and beans.
-the others discover this and are like ew what stop no. Why do you eat like that Keith plz
-then they discover how Keith’s dad married Shiro’s mom who is an immigrant from Japan anD SHIRO AND KEITH BOTH HAVE THE GROSSEST TASTE IN FOODS AND I CANT EVEN
- “SHIRO NOT YOU TOO!!”
-Hunk has the best tattoos that are of course a cutural thing, and some are stick and poke. So basically Hunk has a high ass pain tolerance and he woukd hold out the longest against torture just saying
-Lance has an entire back piece of beautiful sea serpent and he was a big ol baby about it, hunk held his hand the entire time
-he also got it without permission and when his mamá first saw it she fucking destroyed him (omg don’t mess with hispanic mothers trust me. Mine is terrifying)
-when Keith first saw his tattoo it was only a glimpse at his lower back and Keith thougHT LANCE HAD A TRAMP STAMP FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND IT BOTH DISGUSTED AND TURNED HIM ON
-Alteans have more than just their face marks and have stuff on their entire bodies(think atla air monk tattoos)
-Keith and Shiro have tight bubble butts I swear
-allura and lance love to squeeze them
-allura can lift shiro and hunk
-everyone can lift Lance even Pidge, he is a literal twig. Doesnt matter how tall he gets he’s still like 120 wet
-he takes advantage of this and makes everyone carry him
-Matt is so manly everyone thinks he’s this little baby nerd cuz he wears glasses but he is the most sporty little shit. He used to run marathons on earth
-he’s also a chicken shit and has the bravery of a nugget.
-Pidge has a fear of puppets/muppets
- Keith is literally fearless it’s stupid. He’ll walk straight into the line of fire and not blink. No one can sneak up on him and scare him (no matter how much Lance tries) however he is TERRIFIED of clowns. If faced with one today he’d still cry
-Shiro and Lance are scared of spiders. Only cuz i think it’s cute
-hunk isn’t scared of anything but he’s not careless like Keith. he’s really chill. However you can ALWAYS sneak up on him and scare him. He can see you or know you’re there but you make a boo noise and he still jumps
-Shiro Keith Hunk and Lance are all weebs. Kpop anime asian dramas manga all that jazz
-Pidge is disgusted that they’re surrounded by these nerds
-also Pidge is genderfluid so their gender depends on the day (boy, girl, nonbinary) so she doesnt really care what pronouns people use for her. Like they’re really chill and couldn’t care less. She also doesnt get hurt if people are ignorant or dont understand
-Lance is forever bi, Pidge is aroace, Allura and Hunk are pan, Keith is gay and demiromantic
-unlike a lot of people’s hc i think Keef is quite clean. He never forgets to shower or brush his teeth. Sometimes he brushes his teeth after each meal (habit from when our baby had braces)
-Keith had braces! His canines stuck out and were pretty prominant (hint at galra blood) and being Korean his dad was like bitch you’re getting those fixed u ugly
-Shiro made fun of him for literal years
-Last one: Shiro is a dick big brother 😂 he’s one of the ones that farts in the younger’s face. He gives Keith so much shit and then acts like a perfect angel in front of others so that no one ever believes Keith. However he slowly started not caring in front of the other paladins anD THEY WERE ALL SO CONFUSED.
-Shiro casually walks behind Keith as everyone is sitting down in the common room and gives him a wet willy. Everyone’s jaw drops as Keith screams at Shiro as he leaves the room laughing. Keith turns to the others is all “I TOLD YOU! AND YOU NEVER BELIEVED ME!”
“But yeah, I also never had the chance to use a z-crystal. But I heard that Z-conversion is super crazy! And Porygon who did use it said it doubled their potential giving it a 10/10, would definitely try again!” ^v^
Summary: Bucky calls you after being gone for two weeks on a mission to break up with you. Devastated from the abrupt break up, you sit alone in the kitchen of the Avengers’ tower when an unexpected speedster comes to mend your broken heart.
A/N: I was thinking if I should make this into a mini-series? Should I? (your replies are more than appreciated.
Warning: Fluff!! Heart break. Crying.
You look at your phone to see nothing. No messages, no
missed calls. Well what were you expecting? That he’ll call you after your
break up? That was never going to happen. The next time you see him around the
hall ways of avenger’s tower, you’d be back to how the two of you were at the
very beginning. Strangers. But now was
very different. You’re strangers who shared memories of a past relationship.
The two of you were inseparable since the day he asked you
to be his girl two years ago. The moment you met him you knew you’d fall for
him badly. You just didn’t expect him to fall for you. But that was it. You
just fell for each other and it stayed like that. Your relationship with him
was very shallow to begin with. It was only until you noticed him acting different
that you knew he had fallen out of love. You knew for the past five months and
you just wished you had done the same. He finally had enough of trying to fall
back in love with you. It was hopeless. He just didn’t feel the same way
You just sit in the kitchen looking at your phone, waiting
for something. He was supposed to be back from his latest mission two weeks
ago. You were worried sick until last night when he called you to end things.
It wasn’t what you were expecting his call would be. You thought he’d just
check in on you, tell you that he was fine and that he was on his way back,
that the mission took longer than expected, but no. He called you tell you that
he doesn’t feel the same way anymore. It was then you realized that you’re feelings
for him was deeper than you thought.
You tried calling him back but he wasn’t answering any of
your calls. You weren’t about to give up on him just yet, until you saw he
changed his relationship status to “in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff”.
You didn’t realize that they were happening under your nose this whole time.
You knew that there was still tension between them from their past relationship
but you didn’t expect them getting back together all of a sudden. It hurts. You
didn’t really mind that he was dating Natasha. You just wanted a break up that
wasn’t dumping you on the phone and finding out he’s back with his ex on social
media. You knew everything anyway, you just wanted him to tell you. But you
knew that he was never the type to explain himself. Sergeant Barnes would have
given an explanation, but that Bucky was long gone. Your Bucky, was the Winter
Soldier Bucky and you loved him nevertheless. But now it’s over.
You hear footsteps coming from behind you and you instantly
turn your head to see if it was him. It wasn’t, obviously. He wasn’t coming
back, well not in your arms that is. You hurriedly wiped the tears from your
eyes and weakly smiled at the silver haired speedster who just walked in.
“(Y/n)? It’s 2 in the morning, what are you doing up?” He
asked as he wiped the sleep off of his eyes.
“I-I should be asking you the
same thing?” you joked as he sat in front of you.
“I was just going to get a snack. I usually wake up in the
middle of the night to have snack. Fast metabolism means you’re hungry almost
every time.” He said as he sped to get a bowl of cereal. “How about you,
“I was just… I couldn’t sleep. It’s just that… nevermind.”
You say as you look at your phone again. There was a moment of silence between
you and the speedster. You look up at him to see him with his eyebrows
“You’re not trying to read my mind like Wanda are you?” you
both laugh at you comment.
“There’s that smile I’ve been wanting to see.” He said as he
sat down next to you.
“What do you mean?” You look up at him raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing. It’s just that you were not being yourself for the
past few days. I have a feeling it’s Barnes, no?” He stated.
“Well you caught me?” You raised your hands up as a form of
your surrender. Pietro laughs at your action and you bring your hands down to
your waist. He stops for a moment and just looks at you.
“What?” you ask him and snaps out of his thoughts.
“Nothing.” He answers with a faint tint of red on his face
“No really, Piet, what is it?” You ask raising an eyebrow.
“I just thought he was stupid for leaving you, printessa.
You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve met.” He says and blushes a bit.
“Ha! I bet you say that to all the girls, Piet!” You laugh
as you walk towards to living room.
“No, I mean it.” He speeds past you and pulls you to the
couch. You land on his lap with his face a little too close to yours.
“So I’m guessing you don’t do this to all the other girls
too, huh?” You say as you look into his eyes.
“Only when she’s you.” He tucks your hair behind your ear
and lets his hand stay on your cheek. He looks from your eyes down to your
lips. You do the same and all you could hear was your synchronized breathing.
You inch your face closer to his and he closes the gap between your lips. You
snake your arms around his neck as he pulls your waist to get you closer to
him. As things were getting heated you hear someone purposely cough loudly. You
pull away from the speedster and see Bucky standing by the elevator with his
duffel bag in hand. His eyes look darker than usual.
“Nice to see you move on that quickly.” Bucky says
sarcastically. You stand up as he walks towards you.
“Bucky, I…. It was…” You start to stutter. Your eyes start
to water again
“I think she should ask you the same thing? “ Pietro says as
he steps in between you and Bucky.
“Stay out of this Speedy. This is none of your business” He
says as he shoves Pietro to the floor. He quickly gets back on his feet and
lands a punch on Bucky’s face.
“She is my business you jerk!” Pietro says as he dodges a
punch from Bucky’s metal arm. You just stand there watching them. You try to
catch your breath as more tears fall from your eyes, blurring your vision.
“And what exactly makes you think that?” Bucky says as he
throws punches at Pietro which he avoids easily.
“You breaking things off with her.” Pietro says and Bucky
“I-it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to…” Bucky stutters.
“ Mistake? How was that a mistake when you’re back with
Natasha?!” You say as you feel your heart shattering to a million pieces again.
Pietro rushes to you and wraps his arms around you as you burry your face in
“(y/n), I’m sorry…” Bucky says as he tries to approach you.
“Pietro, let’s go.” And he speeds you into your room.
Having Kim Seokjin as your older was definitely not an easy task. There were moments where you wanted to pull your hair out, and there were moments where you just wanted to smack yourself until you were no longer conscious. This was definitely one of those moments as you ended the call with your brother, him having asked you to head to his dorm to grab something from his room that he had left there earlier that day.
His members and him had left earlier to go to practice and didn’t want to leave as the dance was very important and they needed to learn it very quickly. The building you worked at was only a block away from the apartments they lived in, so you had no choice but to agree to his will and go to the apartment building where they spent almost everyday,
It was quiet as you walked up to the building, the clouds starting to roll in and block out the sun. The darkness worried you as you didn’t have a car to drive to the studio, and the nearest bus station was twenty minutes away. You hoped as you walked into the lobby that it would hold off on raining until you finished grabbing the things your brother needed.