Summary: You’re retired, living
a quiet and secure life when your ex turns up on your doorstep with his best
friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)
Okay I know I already wroteNight Walks
with these prompts but I really wasn’t
happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarosita request: 93 and 94… but Reader being
upset rather than Bucky?
telling you. I’m haunted.” 94.
“I had a bad dream again.” Plus
anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: light talk of injuries and treating them, nightmares, probably swearing, I think that’s it!
Word Count: 3210
Author’s Note: I
started this in fucking January when my brother and I were belting Whitney and
it got me thinking about how much I love The Bodyguard and how I’d kill for
that lake house and this idea hit, except I’m not about that damsel in distress
life so this is a lil different. And iiiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiii will always LOVE YOUUUUU
The morning after a snowstorm was always your
favorite here. The already quiet forest around your cabin rendered utterly
silent, tree branches heavy and yielding to the new snow. You loved the pale
blue light and how the morning sun made every surface glitter with the day’s
new ice crystals. You could practically feel the static electricity in the air,
dancing across your skin snapping little sparks when you rubbed your hands over
your arms for warmth. Past time to light a fire.
A quick glance at your phone told you they
weren’t here. Not yet. You tried not to be annoyed, knowing that if he called you
he must really need help and safety. Naturally a night owl, the 4:30am call was
a harsh awakening but when you saw “Steve” on the caller ID everything shifted.
It always did for him. He carried a sense of urgency everywhere he went and
your history made it impossible to ignore.
My little brother just asked, ‘Why are people so nice to the people who are about to die?’ And I told him that we want to make their last few moments on earth happy, and he told me, 'Everyone dies a little everyday and sometimes we don’t know when a person is gonna die, so why isn’t everyone always nice, because we never know what’s gonna happen to someone.’
Warnings: fluffy fluff, smutty smut, a bit of angst if you squint
A/N: Anon Requested: “Can you write one about Sam x
reader. Reader is shy quiet bookworm who is in love with Sam. She knows he
would never feel the same way. So she fantasizes about him seducing her. Then
it really happens. Thank you” Hope this is OK!
You couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. The
bunker was quiet enough, the light warm enough, your legs comfortably resting
over the arm of the armchair you were laid in, but you just couldn’t stop
thinking about him. It was an uncharacteristically quiet day, and it was
supposed to be the day you finished this book you’d been trying to finish for
weeks. But every time the main character was mentioned, your mind wandered and
you thought back to the tall, long haired, broad shouldered man you knew in real
life. You weren’t even halfway through this thing, but you wouldn’t give up on
it. You’d never given up halfway through a book and you didn’t plan on starting
Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus.
You felt your eyes growing heavy and before you knew it
you were drifting off to sleep, your head resting on the other arm of the chair,
the book still open and perched against your thighs. You felt yourself smile as
you saw Sam move towards you, his hand coming up to hold your face before he crashed
his lips to yours. You were suddenly against a wall, his hands on your waist
holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt
as he let his hands wander down, his lips moving to suck a mark under your ear.
A moan rumbled past your lips as you felt his fingers
slip under the top of your jeans and you suddenly started awake.
You jumped up, sitting up in the chair, realising you’d
fallen asleep and were having one of your not-so-infrequent fantasies about the
younger Winchester. It had been a long couple of weeks and sleep had been
severely lacking for all of you as you worked the case.
“Dude you were out,” you heard Dean’s voice and laughed.
“And making some serious happy noises,” he winked, and you instantly cringed,
your cheeks flushing pink.
An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader
Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff POV: Reader’s/First Person
A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!
“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.
“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.
“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.
“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.
“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.
“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.
“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.
“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.
We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.
“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.
“Yeah,” Derek nodded, and after a moment, they moved to erase the foot of space that had still been between them.
Stiles rested his forehead against Derek’s, and he shivered when Derek rubbed his nose against his in a gesture that felt close to an eskimo kiss, but not quite.
Stiles let out a shaky breath. “My heart is beating out of my chest.”
“I can hear it,” Derek smiled, and Stiles let out a shaky laugh, his hands coming up to rest on Derek’s shoulders as Derek wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist. “Mine’s beating crazily too.”
Stiles huffed, a big smile on his face as he whispered, “can I kiss you?”
“Of course,” Derek whispered, and then Stiles bridged the space between them and kissed him softly on the lips, and the kiss was as comfortably familiar as it was shockingly surprising. Stiles knew the touch and taste and texture of Derek’s lips, but the zing in his blood always shocked him and made him inhale sharply, his already rapid heartbeat speeding up as Derek deepened the kiss.
Their bodies plastered together, arms around each other, they got lost in their kisses, in each other.
They had been together almost a year, but they hadn’t said “I love you” to each other until then, and it had been a long time coming, truly. Stiles knew he had been in love with Derek before they had even gotten together, but he had waited to confess because it had felt a little too soon to declare his everlasting love after a week of dating.
He had also been scared of Derek not returning his love, and just the thought alone of Derek saying “thank you” in response or “I don’t love you” to his declaration of love had been enough to make Stiles to hold back the words whenever he had been on the verge of saying them and take things slow with him.
Derek was so incredibly important to him that he didn’t want to mess it up, and so he had held back so they could just enjoy the experience of dating each other.
But there Derek had been, smiling softly as he tried not to dance to the music he had on as he cleaned the living room, but then failed and ended up dancing silly, singing a little off key to the song, and Stiles had just felt so enamored by his boyfriend that when Derek finished and turned off the music, Stiles had pushed off the wall he had been leaning on and walked toward Derek, who had looked surprised when he saw Stiles, and then smiled widely.
And then Stiles had just blurted it out.
And here they were, having to break apart to get some much needed oxygen into their lungs.
“I had a whole scenario in my head where I said it first,” Derek murmured, resting his forehead against Stiles’ once more, and Stiles grinned.
“Hi! Can i request a tvd imagine? All smutty with damon being dominant and rough and everything? Thank you :))” “Hi! I was wondering if you could write a damon salvatore imagine (smut ofc!!) Where you two are not together but kind of have a crush on each other. so eventually you end up having rlly rough kinky sex? Pls! ^-^”
A/N: i guess you can say i changed the plot a bit?? SORRY IF ITS NOT KINKY !! WHOOPS ?? (I can’t write kinky smut for shits ????)
You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring on how well you did on your outfit choice for Girls Night. You twirled yourself so your back was facing the mirror. Shifting your head to look at the mirror, to see the back if the lovely dress Caroline helped you picked out. It wasn’t too short nor too long, hugged your curves perfectly. You felt good. You did your final touches on your hair and makeup before heading out the door. Once your bag and keys were in your hand, you swung your door open, out to have the time of your life with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena.
However, there was a certain someone blocking your way out. “Ah! Y/N I know I’d find you here! Cute little dress.” The raven man cheerfully said, a smirk appearing onto his lips. “Obviously you would, it’s my house.” You laughed. “What do you want Damon? I need to get going somewhere.” As you motioned towards your outfit. You knew the reason why he was here, and you tried every single thing possible to avoid him, not try and make much eye contact as possible. “Well you see Y/N, the thing is, you’re constantly avoiding me.” You were about to protest but he beated you to it. “No, don’t give me ‘I’ve been busy.’ crap, that’s such an overused excuse, sweetheart.” His voice was stern, serious for his answer. “Tell me the truth Y/N please, I’m your fucking friend for christ’s sake!” He nearly shouted, eyes wide, inching closer to you. You didn’t want to tell him why. You knew he would taunt, tease, laugh at your response. You knew he wouldn’t feel the same feelings towards you. “I don’t have to tell you everything Damon, you’re not my dad, or my boyfriend. So please, move out of the way.” You spat at him. Pushing yourself through, though you knew it was no use. You were still just a mortal, where as he was a hundred and something year old vampire; with much experience with his inhuman strength. “No.” Damon simply spoke. He pushed his way into your home, closing the door behind. He pushed you against the closest wall.
REQUEST - Can you do an harry styles imagine where the reader is shy and just so innocent and always wants to be around harry because she feels protected and harry does everything he can do to protect and make her happy and she doesn’t talk much but he doesn’t mind then some of Harry’s friends mention how cute they are? Love your work! - @baileyhizzle
I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. But it was only because my main focus was on The Divorce Series AU.
Now, This is a fan-fiction, I have no idea how Harry is in real life. I’ve tad bit changed the storyline. This is just a part of my imagination. ENJOY! :) xx
ERIC: He loves his dog. He plays the flute really well and that’s hard to do. Really gentle and sweet. When he found Ariel on the beach he took her home and took care of her. Great smile. Is a chill guy but will also not hesitate to stab and kill an evil sea witch with his boat.
PHILIP: Hears a pretty sound and follows it. Great singing voice. Never realizes that the girl he fell in love with is the princess he’s supposed to marry. Falls so in love that the first thing he does is go to his father and tell him. Has that goofy little hat with a feather. Fought a motherfucking dragon on a cliff.
NAVEEN: Immediately takes off his royal suit into a civilians outfit and disappears playing ukulele. Even though he’s turned into a frog he’s still oozing confidence. Can only mince food, doesn’t know how to do anything else. Made a ring out of scrap even though they’re frogs. Is willing to give everything up as long as Tiana gets her restaurant. Has that nice curl that falls onto his forehead. Unplaceable yet charming accent.
HERCULES: His strength too big for his goddamn body. Goes from zero to a hundred real quick. Even though he can deck a monster in a minute flat he has no idea how to talk to girls. Socially awkward. Good with kids. Can do a push-up on one finger. When told to use his head he took it literally. Punched his uncle, the god of the underworld, in the face.
FLYNN RIDER: Sarcasm galore. The Smolder. Drop dead gorgeous looks. Doesn’t mind that he’s on a wanted poster but does mind that they can’t get his nose right. Is the only one who sees it’s weird to randomly start singing. Can’t fight for shit, barley manages to make do with a frying pan. Has the most ridiculous birth name in Disney history. Got stabbed in the gut but cut Rapunzel’s hair to save her, not at all caring about himself. First words after not dying aren’t “I love you” but “I have a thing for brunettes” because of corse they are.
ADAM: Swooshes his cape around in the shadows like some kind of wannabe batman. Is extra as fuck. Still acts like a child sometimes. Has had no social interaction for years but is trying his best. Gets easily confused. Doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he has feelings for people. Is too shy to tell Belle he loves her. Feels bad the second after he scares Belle away. Would literally rather die then live without the girl he loves. Has the most extra transformation back into a human while everyone else doesn’t.
MAUI: Gets scared easily. Amazing hair. That little face he makes when he can’t use his hook right. Was building a statue of himself in his cave like a dork. Magic tattoos. Can’t fish to save his life. Gave humans fire and wind and coconuts. That smirk he does, you know the one. Great sense of humor. Did everything he could think of to make humans happy so they would like him. Was a total puppy when he got his hook back and fixed.
FERDINAND: So fucking sweet and gentle. Has a name that tells us he doesn’t even need Snow White for animals to follow him around. Sings to Snow White when she’s on her balcony like a modern day Romeo. Knows when Snow White went missing because he kept visiting and goes to look for her right away. Is literally heartbroken when he finds her, thinking she’s dead and is overjoyed when she wakes up. A good boy, a soft boy. Literally has done zero things wrong in his entire life.
ALADDIN: Tricked the genie right off the bat. Jumped right in to help Jasmine with the guards. Steals food but ends up giving it to orphan children living in the street. Is the most selfless person in Agrabah. Quick thinker and can outsmart anyone. Is one of the only Disney princes who actually know how to sword fight. Has matching hats with his pet monkey.
LI SHANG: Sexuality crisis. “You fight good”. Turns a bunch of losers into warriors. Rarely ever wears a shirt for some reason. Tries out his new title of captain alone in his tent all exited like a little kid. Doesn’t give up, not once, on anything. Would literally die for Mulan. Fine as hell.
CHARMING: Gets bored at his own ball. Is a hopeless romantic. Doesn’t care for people who gush over him because he’s the prince, and in fact took interest in Cinderella because she was the only one not doing that. Jumped out a window for Cinderella. Is a super supportive husband. Went door to door looking for Cinderella, determined to find her no matter what. Good dancer.
FELIX: Doesn’t know how to be mean. Considers totally harmless words bad language. Ridiculously short. That video game sound when he jumps. Thinks that by saying Ralph’s catchphrase it will give him Ralph’s power to wreck stuff as well. Can speak qbertese. Dripping with southern farm boy charm. Is a shit dancer but that’s what makes it fun to watch. After accidentally triggering Calhoun he respects her making him leave and never uses the phrase again. Pulls Vanellope back from danger on the rainbow bridge and then makes sure she stays behind him. “Do you think they’ll stop there?” “YES!”
(( If I missed any that you want to see, just let me know & I’ll make a part 2! ))
Requested.@thinkingoverloves Who: KJ Apa Quote:
I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
[Y/N] playfully rolled her eyes as she walked past KJ and Cole repeatedly singing her name. Jumping over the back of the couch of the school lounge room set, she nestled next to Lili and Camila.
Lili looked over her shoulder, smirking as KJ pouted that [Y/N] ignored him. Turning back around, she bumped into her shoulder. “Girl, he’s hooked.”
Scoffing, [Y/N] shook her head. “I think you’re delirious.”
Camila spoke up, snorting. “No, you’re delirious if you can’t see it.”
“KJ doesn’t like me,” [Y/N] said sternly, cocking a brow at the two girls she would consider her best friends. It had been a complete and total whirlwind since she joined the Riverdale cast and she appreciated everyone who welcomed her into warm arms. “He’s just being KJ.”
Camila leaned back onto the couch, smirking. “I mean normally yes we’d agree but come on, [Y/N]. KJ has been up your butt since day one. Borderline obsessed, borderline a mess.”
Lili agreed, “KJ’s friendly but not that friendly.” Scrolling through his Instagram she pulled up a picture that he had posted a few days ago of himself and [Y/N] at a cute little cafe the group of them had gone to for lunch. “I’m quoting this word for word since you’re a grandma and haven’t made an Instagram yet.” She rolled her eyes but it was clear by her laugh that it was not meant to be taken any other way but playfully. Clearing her throat, she started to read, “’Friends are great to have, especially ones that are this pretty’” Looking at [Y/N], she quirked a brow with that famous Lili smirk across her lips, “And I should mention the amount of heart shaped eyes emoji’s he put after that is a little excessive but I’m not judging.”
[Y/N] squinted her eyes, gently taking Lili’s phone from her hands, she needed to see it for herself. Chewing on her lip, she looked up at Lili and Camila’s smug faces. “KJ thinks all of us are pretty, you know that.”
Camila groaned while she too rolled her eyes. “Okay, give me a second.” Quickly searching through KJ’s twitter, she pulled up a boomerang video of KJ videoing [Y/N] up close with the flash on while she rolled her eyes and smiled. “I do believe this caption states, ‘Those eyes and smile though’ and look, another excessive amount of heart shaped eye emoji.”
Standing up, [Y/N] gave them a slightly stern look. “I promise you, he doesn’t like me.”
“And we promise you, he does.” Camila countered. “Big time, too. We’ve been with KJ long enough to know that he’s got the love bug bad.”
“Real bad.” Lili chimed in, smirking.
Camila crossed her legs, blinking a million times. “You also can’t argue with the fans either. They ship you two a lot. I’ve seen some really cute tribute videos.”
Lili nodded, looking over at Camila she pointed randomly. “Oh yeah! I really like the one where they used that super cute James Arthur song-”
“-you two are mental.” [Y/N] shook her head and walked away. Walking over towards the table where they had coffee and snacks set up for everyone. She poured herself a coffee and about had a heart attack when she heard KJ say her name from behind her. “Jesus!”
“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to scare you!” KJ placed a warm hand on her shoulder, his face completely apologetic.
Chuckling, she took a deep breath and shrugged. “It’s okay, but damn, you need some bells or something.”
Taking his hand off of her shoulder, he ran it through his hair. “Yeah, ha, I’ll get on that.” KJ bit his lip, “So, uh, want to go grab lunch or something?”
“Sure,” empty a few sugar packets into her cup, she looked at him sideways, “are they coming too?”
“Oh, uh, well, uh.” KJ stumbled over his words, something he usually never did.
Raising a brow, [Y/N] looked at him with a confused look. “You okay, KJ? You’re acting a bit strange.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually….” KJ closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had rehearsed this ten times better in his head. Taking a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes and went for it. “Okay, listen. So, uh, I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned and I’ve been trying really hard to ignore these feelings but you make it so damn hard. I love our friendship and it’s something that I will cherish forever but I have to know if you feel the same or at least somewhat because I can work with the somewhat and if you don’t, I just hope I didn’t ruin us being friends-”
“-KJ,” [Y/N] interrupted, shaking her head while smiling. “Slow down.” Using her free hand, she grabbed his arm gently. “I like you too.”
“What? Really? You do? That’s great, I mean.” He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant.
[Y/N] was about to respond but she could see Lili and Camila behind him giving her their smug smirks and quirked brows. Narrowing her eyes at them, she had to fight back a laugh when they both turned on their heel and scurried in the other direction.
KJ noticing that she was looking at something behind, turned slightly just in time to see his friends running off. “What was that about?”
Returning her attention, she shook her head. “Nothing, um, did you say something about lunch?”
Smiling, he nodded. “Yeah, do you want to get some?”
“You spoke the magic words.” [Y/N] mimicked his smile and motioned for him to lead the way. “After you.”
✥ pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi ✥ genre:angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au) ✥ word count:3.327 ✥ warnings:none ✥ author’s note:Hellooo, Toombler! This is the first instaallment of the Saudade series (Whoot Whoot) I’m warning you guys now, i have no plot, idk where i’m going with this. Let me know if you guys want another part to this! xxx
Saudade; ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost
The sky was a painting tonight.
You marveled at the beautiful twilight hues. Shades of violet bled into the indigo sky, creating bridges of colours you could only describe with the paintbrush in your hand, and the canvas in front of you. You mixed and created shades of pink, purple and blue you could not name. You paid no attention to that, art did not need a language; it was the expression of what words fail to communicate.
Art is an entity of its own.
Many described you as wild – you were as wild as the winds that blew the curled red leaf in the air.
You watched the sun in front of you dip below the horizon like a candle being extinguished. You dipped your own brush into the paint and brushed it across the canvas, now adding the finishing strokes of cerise and amber.
You gave your painting a final look before setting down your paintbrush.
You huffed. In front of you was no match to what you saw a few minutes ago. You could never paint the splashes of colours you formed in the sky. The true and raw beauty of the sunset could never be captured. That is by you – a self-proclaimed artist.
It was rumoured that everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate – except all celestial objects stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected. Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.
You shivered from the chilly winds as they ran across your skin. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying. You were currently situated at the rooftop of your art institution. Every evening, you came here and tried to create a somewhat decent painting of the evening sky. And every evening, you failed.
You mastered the skill of painting fruit baskets and fields of flowers. You could recreate the face of a person you had met for the first time with deadly precision. So why could you not paint something as simple as the sunset? Children could paint it. Hell, Kindergarteners could finger-paint the sunset, yet you couldn’t. Why?
Walking to the edge, you gripped the thin metal railing. It always amazed you at how fast the night changes. Now, as you looked at the early night sky, all traces of the colours had bled into one – a magnificent shade of midnight blue. The cold winds of nightfall pierced the thin layer of your shirt. You wrapped your hands around your body as you attempted to warm yourself. In vain, you rubbed your hands up and down each other until you felt a hint of warmth spread across your body.
The night held so many mysteries.
You turned around to wipe off the wet paint on your palette and you put it, along with your brush, into your bag. Slinging the back on your shoulder, you picked up your easel and walked to the room across from you. The room was small and mainly used for storage. Sometimes, you would find couples inside it. Those encounters never ended well.
You made a silent prayer in your head as you turned the brass door knob to the room. To your surprise, the light was already on. You could’ve sworn that you turned them off when you came to get the equipment. Hesitantly stepping inside, you put down the easel at the back of the room.
Whoosh, the door closed. The sound made you jump and you heard a deep chuckle come from beside you.
You let out a shriek as you made eye contact with none other than Jeon Jungkook.
“Jungkook!” you shoved the boy in front of you, “you scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh Y/N! Y-you s-should’ve seen y-your face,” Jungkook tried to imitate your reaction before he doubled over with laughter once again. “Oh man, y-you looked s-so terrified,” he spluttered.
You felt a smile of your own forming before you crossed your arms together and bit your lip. You tried your best to stay mad at him. You never could, but you tried. Every time.
Jungkook’s amber orbs blazed with the golden light of a summer evening. His eyes reminded you of a sunset – no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t manage to look away.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and shifted your gaze from his face to the ground.
“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you want to hit me? You can hit me, just don’t hit my face. It’s the only thing I have going for me,” he offered you a comforting smile.
His smile alone was enough to make you feel better.
You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, “Jungkook, just… don’t scare me like that ever again.”
He nodded and moved across the room. You thought he was going to leave until he walked back to you with a brown bag in his hands. Instantly, the smell of Tteokbokki hit your nostrils and you felt your mouth water a little. You hadn’t eaten since lunch. You reached out to take the bag when it was pulled away from your grasp.
“Nuh uh,”Jungkook waggled his finger at you, “first, you have to show me your painting. You never show me your paintings of the sunset.”
“Um, no. There’s a reason why and that’s because they’re all trash. Absolute trash.”
“You’re being way too critical of yourself. Your paintings are never short of amazing.”
“But you haven’t seen these ones, that’s why you’re saying this.”
“Then show me,” Jungkook said.
You took a hold of both of his hands and looked up at him pleadingly
“Jungkook… please don’t make me.”
He huffed and looked away. You wondered what he was thinking about.
You heard the rustle of the paper bag as he handed it to you. “Thank you, kookie. I owe you one,” you said as you took a bite of the soft rice cake.
“Don’t thank me, I know you hadn’t had dinner so I brought you some food. It’s what friends are for,” he shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a rice cake.
You momentarily stopped chewing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop in disappointment every time you heard that word.
The two of you walked out of the room and sat on the cold, concrete floor.
The night sky was a sharp contrast to the once melodic array of warm colours – it was now black as ink, the only light illuminating from the stars.
“Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade?”
“The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”
You grinned and gave him a rice cake. “It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”
You couldn’t see his face but you could tell that he was smiling.
“I-I think that I’m going to tell Hyojin that I love her,” he had mentioned out of the blue.
Your chest tightened, the same way it did when Jungkook first told you about his crush on your sister. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water. You sat still, vision blurring, and in that moment, you heard your heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.
“Y/N, are you okay? You look like you’re –“
“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on the rice cake when I tried to talk at the same time,” you lied, clutching the brown paper bag resting in your lap.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”
“You should do what you feel is right.”
You couldn’t make out Jungkook’s face. You only saw the highlighted parts of his face as the moonlight shone down upon him.
“What do you think is right?”
“It doesn’t matt—“
“What do you think is right?”
You sighed, “you really love her, don’t you?”
“With all my heart.“
“Maybe”, you said gently, “you’re trying too hard to hear it. Don’t say it yet.”
Jungkook’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. You saw his body go rigid, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were slightly widened at your statement. Slowly, the shock wore off of his face and was replaced with a gaze that felt like an act of violence – a glare to stop your heart. You heard him as he scoffed, “…unbelievable.”
You felt your temper rise at Jungkook’s audacity to scoff at you, “what? You asked for my opinion and so I gave you my opinion. Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
Jungkook laughed heartlessly, looking down at you as if you were a complete stranger. “I’m going to tell her,” he said with an air of finality and a tinge of annoyance directed towards you.
Instead of lowering your head you lifted it, a stony glare carved into your dark eyes. Anger blurred your sight but you tightened your jaw and glared at him, “and what am I supposed to do? Sit by while you date other girls and fall in love with someone else and get married?” Your voice tightened, “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”
Jungkook turned, but too slowly to be normal. When he spook his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy, “Y/N, p-please, stop. Y-you’re just…jealous, just admit it,” you heard the slight hesitance in his words. “You know what, I’ll help you find someo—”
“Yes! I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with her, of every concerned expression you send her way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip her to pieces and purge her from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.” before you could register what was happening, your brain made a decision of its own.
“Y/N, please don’t—“
Words flew from your mouth that you never thought you’d even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant, your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.
“I love you,” you blurted out. “I-I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Jungkook shot up, his tall stature looming over your own. You stood up beside him, with your arms crossed and your eyes locked on him. It takes him a while to realize that you weren’t joking. You got up on your feet, standing a few inches away from him. "J-Jungkook?” you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. Jungkook shoved your hand away.
“Don’t touch me.” Just a few words, but they brought tears to your eyes. You never thought this was how it would feel to have your heart broken.
“Jungkook, please. Don’t do this.” You pleaded him as you covered your face with your hands and wiping away your tears.
“Oh no! I’m not doing anything here. Itold you not to say it and yet you still said it.” Jungkook was now shouting at you.
“I’m sorry,” you sounded like you were choking on your tears. You never could keep your emotions under control; you couldn’t fight away the tears. You stepped forward, trying to reach out to him. Jungkook put his hands in front of him, halting you from taking another step.
“I said don’t touch me,” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Under the moonlight, you could see that his cheeks reflected your own tear-stained ones.
You didn’t try to get closer to him again. You sat down and tucked your knees to your chest, putting your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your hands, then started to breathe slowly.
Silence gnawed at your insides. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. You needed to fill the void with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid your conversation had become – it clung to you two like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them.
You couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore. “Jungkook,” you whispered, not daring to look at the face in front of you. “I-I love you and I can’t stop loving you. You overtake my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, you make it impossible for me to put myself together. I know you can never love me and yet I always delude myself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to love me back. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you’ve stolen. You never do. You smile, and it’s intoxicating. Your fingers brush through my hair, and it’s addicting. You laugh, and it’s contagious. You and your flirtatious self. But I know, and you know that you could never — wouldnever return the love I shared with you.”
“You love Hyojin,“ you continued for him. "I know. Y-you’re in love with…her,” the bitter taste of those words lingered on your tongue.
Your eyes met his warm brown ones. “Yes,” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. “It’s her. It’s always been her.”
Jungkook’s words fell out of his mouth like vapour but landed in your guts as shrapnel. You felt your insides tear, and the blood drain from your face. You would have laughed but he was dead serious. His eyes were cold like you’d never seen and his features immobile. He handed back the painting you gave him just yesterday and you let it fall as soon as its weight had hit your palm. There was the mute sound of paper on cement but neither of you moved to pick it up. You were trying to understand the words he told you but you couldn’t. Then he turned to go, shoulders sunken and his hands in his pockets. Before you knew what you were doing you were standing in his way and locked eyes, the perfect distance for a kiss, but he shook his head. You could see your pain mirrored in his dark eyes.
“I’m sorry that I love you, Jungkook,” you said through your tears.
“Y/N, please. Let me go.”
“I can’t – not like this. Let’s talk about this. Please.”
“There isn’t anything to talk about.”
Jungkook’s eyes were trained on some invisible specter behind you. His heavy eyelids took a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute. You moved into his line of sight, touching his cheek with the side of your thumb, your lips forming a pensive grin. Jungkook’s head tilted upward to your face, his eyes sliding into focus. Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, “can I just have one kiss?”
Jungkook made no motion to move and so, you leaned in. all of your senses were screaming at you to pull back, to step away from Jungkook – your sister’s boyfriend. And yet, you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t love him back, but you couldn’t resist. You leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, you couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through you. His very smell was flooding his senses now.
“No!” he seemed to snap out from whatever trance he was previously in. “No, I thought you were my friend,” Jungkook yelled. He pulled himself away from you as if he touched a hot coal. Jungkook turned around and made a mad dash towards the exit.
“Wait! Jungkook,” you called after him. “Please,” you closed your eyes, pleading.
As promised here is my own Captain Swan smut Masterlist! These are all rated M (with a few exceptions) and I hope you enjoy! I will for sure be adding to this as time goes on. And if you have any that are your favorites that aren’t on this list, let me know! I love reading more! Some fic’s on this list are a given, but others you may not have read before. I tried to organize it the best I could. I hope you like them and have fun reading;)
You’re Dumber Than I Thought (Barnes/Rogers x reader)
Request: Can I request a story
where Bucky, Steve, and the reader are all in a poly relationship and the
reader and Steve are always doing reckless shit and Bucky is 1000% done because
they could both get really hurt and they are doing this for stupid reasons.
Being in a relationship with Bucky Barnes was a challenge to
say the least; he had been through more than most people could survive in his
lifetime, and the nightmares and mood swings showed that often enough, but that
wasn’t what brought you the most difficulty.
It was being in a relationship together with Steve Rogers that would
give you the most upheaval in your lives together. Of any two men in the world to love at the
same time, these two may have been the craziest choices that you could make.
——————————————————————————————————— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader Request: I’m so happy requests
are open again. I would like one where Bucky gets jealous of Steve and the
reader because they are kinda “flirting” even though the reader
really likes Bucky and Steve is like a brother to her. Sorry if it was confusing.- @masevaldez Warnings: Jealousy + Swearing A/N: Happy Valentines day everybody! Sorry I’ve gotten so shit at posting again, but I’m really trying I promise! Anyway, I’m making a start on the requests you guys have sent me so look out for those! Anyway, I’d love to know what you guys thought so feel free to shoot me a message, anytime! ———————————————————————————————————
Being an Avenger meant friendships were far and in-between.
If it wasn’t another member of the team, then it was hard to maintain any kind
of relationship. However, there was one exception to this rule. You. You and
Steve had become close friends after moving into the same apartment building,
and since then had become practically inseparable. Most people, at first sight,
believed you two to be a couple, an idea that you both found utterly hilarious.
There had never been anything remotely romantic about your relationship, with
you both treating each other more like siblings than anything. In all
actuality, you had more of a thing for his best friend, the supposed Winter
Soldier. Steve teased you about this fact relentlessly, trying to nudge you
towards Bucky every opportunity he got.
“I don’t get why you won’t just tell him how you feel!”
Steve implored, taking a swig from his beer bottle as he slouched back into the
“Says you!” You scoffed in response, nudging him in the leg
with your bare foot, “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed authority of waiting too
Groaning, Steve let his head fall back against the cushions,
shaking his head as you laughed beside him. “Well then, learn from my
mistakes.” He smirked, tipping his bottle in your direction as you rolled your
“You gonna go all Captain America on me?” You asked, cocking
an eyebrow as you downed the last of your beer, “Cus I could really do without
the rousing speech.”
“Ha ha, very funny, and no. I’ll let you off for tonight,
but remember, we’ve got a team fundraiser next week and I’m sure Bucky would
love to take you as his plus one.” He smirked, chuckling as you hit him in the
face with a pillow. “Okay okay, I get it! I’m dropping it!”
You and Bucky had a strange kind of friendship. There was
always this constant tension when the two of you were together. Like you were
both teetering on the edge of something more, but too afraid to take the leap. At
times, you felt like jumping in, throwing caution to the wind and just laying all
your feelings on the line. But then, your doubts would resurface. What if he
wasn’t interested in you like that? What if he did and then it didn’t work out
between the two of you? How would that affect your friendship with both Bucky
and Steve? You just didn’t know whether it was worth the risks. Steve insisted that
A. Bucky did see you as more than friends, and that B. No matter what happened
between you and Bucky, nothing could affect the friendship the two of you had.
The night of the fundraising gala came, forcing you to
squeeze yourself into one of your fancier dresses. You hated events like these.
You’d always arrive at these things with Steve by your side, only for him to be
snatched up and waltzed around like a prized pony. After exactly that happened,
you found yourself sat at the bar, sipping at one of the fancy cocktails that
Stark always served at these things.
“Y/N…” A voice spoke from behind you, causing you to swivel
in your seat before a wide smile broke out on your face.
“Bucky!” You grinned, moving to your feet to press a kiss
against his stubbled cheek.
“Hey Doll, you look… amazing…” He murmured, pulling back
slightly to let his eyes trail up and down your figure as his hand rubbed at
the back of his neck.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself, Barnes. Who knew you
scrubbed up so good.” You smiled, slipping your fingers under the lapels of his
jacket as he smiled down at you fondly.
“Hey Buck! How’re you two enjoying the party?” Steve’s voice
suddenly sounded, causing you and Bucky to jump back from one another.
“Stevie!” You grinned, tucking yourself under your best
friend’s arm. “You finally made it away from the vultures?”
“Yep! I managed to sneak away, wanted to see how my best
girl was doing.” He grinned down at you, not noticing the way Bucky’s jaw
clenched at the words. “So, how’s it going?”
“Same as usual, bunch of stuck up business men and
politicians trying to find out dirty secrets about the team.” You huffed, eyes
flickering over to Bucky as he turned away with a frown. “What about you Buck?
Liking it so far?”
“Hmm? What, oh yeah, sure…” He grunted, signalling the
bartender for another drink, eyes trained everywhere but the two of you.
Frowning, Steve just shook his head slightly, confused
momentarily by his friend’s sudden mood change. When he realised just why his
friend was now downing a scotch like it was his lifeline. Trying to hide the
smirk that tugged at his lips, Steve squeezed you slightly closer to his side.
“So, Doll…” He murmured, hand moving to grip your hip. “How about, we get out
of here? Do something just the two of us…” He smirked down at you, trying to
smother the laugh that bubbled due to your puzzled expression.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bucky huffed out, barely
loud enough for you to hear as he threw back yet another drink.
“What’s up Bucky?” Steve asked, making a show of dropping a
kiss to the top of your head. Grinning as Bucky’s knuckles turned white around
“Nothing.” Bucky practically growled, eyes glaring down at
the bar as he twirled the now empty glass around in his hand.
“If you say so. So, Y/N, you want to get out of here. Or
would you do me the honour of a dance first?” Steve asked, threading his
fingers with yours as you continued to look at him like he’d grown a second
“Really? You’re really gonna do this shit?” Bucky exclaimed,
moving from his seat with a loud screech. “You’re gonna preach like the two of
you are ‘just friends’, and that you’re basically siblings. Insisting that
there’s nothing going on, when you know damn well how I feel!”
Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Steve unwrapped his
arm from around you, shoving you gently in Bucky’s direction as you stood dumbfounded.
Had Bucky just gone halfway to admitting some kind of feelings for you? “Buck?”
You whispered, mouth gaping slightly as Bucky stood, chest heaving, in front of
“Shit.” He muttered, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Steve murmured, clapping Bucky
on the shoulder as he walked away, triumphant smile on his lips. All he could
think was that hopefully the two of you would finally get your heads out of
your asses and admit your feelings for one another.
“We need to talk, somewhere quiet…” You murmured, quickly
grabbing Bucky by the arm and tugging him out of the crowded room.
“Bucky!” You called up the stairs, trying to rouse the super
soldier from the deep slumber he tended to slip into. Sighing when you got no
response, you headed back to the kitchen. Plating up the pancakes and bacon,
you hummed along to the song that blared out of the speakers.
“Hey baby.” Bucky’s voice murmured in your ear, strong arms
wrapping around your mid-section as he dropped soft kisses to your neck and
jaw. “How’re my girls doing today?” He hummed, dropping his hand to caress your
swollen stomach as he smiled against the skin of your neck.
“We’re good baby.” You murmured, hand resting atop of his as
you tilted your head. “You need to quit worrying so much.”
“I know, I just love you both too damn much, I don’t know
what I’d do if anything happened to you.” He mumbled, burying his face in your
neck as you gently caressed his hair.
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (1) - Jughead!Imagine
[A/N: Okay so this is technically an imagine but I don’t like using (Y/N) to substitute the readers name so I gave the imagine character the name Mona, substitute with your name if you please or read her as an OC! Also if you want to get the vibe of this fic then listen to Fall Out Boy song of the same title as this fic, maybe you’ll be able to see where this is going or maybe you wont! Either way I hope you enjoy!] (Oh and as always if you notice any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes send me a message and let me know so I can fix them, I read over my work but I always end up missing stuff!)