A/N: eeeeek! chapter 2 is here and it gets wild as heck guys! This chapter was so freakin’ fun to write, I kind of remixed the whole winter soldier movie plot to fit this in just right and I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Warnings: Violence. Angst. Some people get shot. Kidnapping. Feels.
You sat in the backseat of Natasha’s Porsche, listening as Steve explained the plan to you.
It wasn’t very thorough as you imagined it would be, but it was way better than Sam’s plan, which was to get Tony Stark involved. Apparently, this was a super top secret mission, one the millionaire had no business knowing about. You rolled your eyes as Steve explained to you that you would leave the minute the fighting started.
“I don’t see why,” Natasha chimed in, smirking over at Steve. “She’s a big girl.”
“Last I checked everyone in this car had military training except for Y/N.” He pressed, buckling the buckle on his helmet.
You scoffed; you were more than capable of handling your own, but as much as you hated to admit, this Winter Soldier had the same serum as Steve. Which meant he could probably break you in half with minimal to no effort. You liked being able to walk, thank you very much.
You gazed out of the window next to you, watching the scenery go by with each turn. Steve was doing better, which put you at ease for now. You still had no idea what would happen once the four of you arrived at the base. You were beyond concerned now.
You looked back over to Steve, who was preoccupied by the shield in his hands, fiddling with it anxiously. When you turned back around, you were met with a pair of black goggles and a heavily masked face.
Before you could scream, the man brought his fist forward and busted through the window.
Natasha swerved erratically, trying to avoid the many cars in front of her as the man began punching holes through the roof of the car. You screamed when you felt a metal hand grab ahold of your shirt and tug forcefully, ripping the material.
“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear.
Natasha slammed on the breaks, causing the man to fly off the hood and tumble onto the concrete.
“Everybody out!” she screamed, gathering her pistols. You exited the car, holding the small pistol in your hand. You’ve never shot a gun before, and you were mentally kicking yourself for never asking Steve to teach you. Sam expanded his wings and began soaring into the air towards the masked man.
You watched as Natasha and Steve sprinted towards the man, dodging the spray of bullets gracefully. You, on the other hand, ducked behind a car and aimed your pistol.
“It’s not that hard, right?” you whispered to yourself, your legs trembling as you closed one of your eyes and aligned the barrel of the gun with the man’s head. “It’s just like Call of Duty!” you laughed nervously.
One of the hydra agents pulled out a missile launcher and aimed it right at the car. Steve immediately ran towards you, holding his shield in his front of him. The missile hit the shield directly, sending him flying over the edge of the bride. Once you saw Natasha get hit violently by the man’s metal arm, sending her flying into the side of a car, you closed your eyes.
And you fired.
When you opened them again, the masked man was on the ground. You perked up from behind the car, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth turned upward into a triumphant grin. You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest as you stared at the man from afar. Your smile faded as soon as you saw the man moving.
He sat up, rolling onto his hands and knees, before standing up completely. From where you stood, you could see the bullet lodged in the lense of his goggles that were shielding his eyes.
You backed away slowly as he glared at you. His eyes focused on yours, taking in your features. His head slowly cocked to the side as he stared you down. You stood frozen in the middle of the street, completely unsure what to do.
The hydra agent behind him shouted at him angrily in Russian, aiming his own gun at you as well. You felt your heart skipping beats in your chest as you watched the man approach the soldier.
“Fucking shit!” you cursed, taking a step back.
Instantly, the man’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. His eyes became frantic, his breaths came out in short, rapid huffs. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of some evil-like thoughts. The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his head.
“Солдат, закончи свою миссию!” Soldier, finish your mission!
You watched in horror as the masked man unsheathed a black blade and in one move, slit the man’s throat. He turned back around, staring at you with his dead eyes.
And began walking towards you.
The bullets barely missed your head as you sprinted down the sidewalk.
You scurried around the many panicked people as they ran beside you. The bullets hit multiple people around you, but thankfully, they managed to miss you every single time. You made a sharp turn down a dark alley, hoping he’d get distracted for a moment.
As you ran, you could hear the faint footsteps growing closer and closer. You huffed, feeling your sides begin to ache from the sprinting, but you refused to slow down.
You were almost to the end of the alley, when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and haul you back into the alley. You began screaming, kicking everywhere you could with all your might. He managed to get you far enough away from the street before spinning you around and planting a hard slap onto your face.
You cried out, feeling your cheek burn from the harsh contact. Blinking through the tears, you noticed the man was staring at you oddly once again. You watched as his head cocked to the side, his gaze set on the tears running down your face.
Realizing he was distracted, you swung your fist into his face as hard as you could.
His head jerked back violently and you watched as the black mask flew from his face and landed onto the concrete with a small plop.
He turned around and you were hit with the strongest sensation of déjà vu.
You swore up and down on everything you own, that you’ve seen this man before. You didn’t know how or when or where, but you’ve seen him.
He was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. You probably would’ve developed a small crush on him if he weren’t a raging psychopath and trying to murder you and your friends.
“Who the hell are you?” he spat, his eyes wild with fear. They burned into your fearful ones as you stared back, your mouth hanging open. With a deep breath, you brought your leg up to his ribs and kicked with all your might.
He grunted, jolting back from the force of your kick. But to your dismay, you didn’t do any kind of damage. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, you cried out as you felt your wrist seering with pain.
His eyes dilated, his brows furrowed as he scowled. In one move, he launched his fist forward, hitting you directly in the face.
Then everything went black.
When you woke, the only thing you could hear was silence and the soft sounds of what sounded like a metal clinking together.
You opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light above you. Especially the ache in your eye. You blinked, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened, most importantly, where the hell you were.
“Who are you?” a deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.
It came out more of a demand. His voice was completely monotone, but still deep with authority. There he was, The Winter Soldier. The man who punched your lights out a while ago. Steve’s best friend, only, he didn’t look friendly at all.
He looked terrifying.You peered around the room, taking in your surroundings. Somehow, he managed to take you to a shady little motel. From what you could peek from under the blinds as you lie on the bed, you were far from New York. The familiar sounds of traffic and civilians passing by was completely gone, leaving you in eerie silence instead.
“Are you fucking deaf?” he spat, his face twisting into a scowl. You shook your head, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. You were trembling as well.
“N-No,” you answered timidly.
“Then answer my damn question. Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N,” you replied, feeling the tears running down your face. “Y/N Y/L/N.”
He stared off into the distance, as if he were processing the information in his head. Was he really a human computer like Sam said? You were terrified as it was, but being around a terminator was even more horrific. You waited for him to ask another question, but it never came. Instead, he leaned back into his chair, placing the pistol back onto the table.
“Are you going to kill me?” you heard yourself ask. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Why would you give him the idea? From what you knew, he was crazy, probably from all the brainwashing.
His blue eyes flickered back over to you, and you swore by everything, you saw them soften momentarily before they were back at to their original coldness from before.
“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, this time with more volume in your voice. Immediately, he stood from the chair and you jumped, backing away as far as you were allowed. He slowly made his way over to you, his dark gaze burning into your teary eyes in a predatory manner. You flinched as he sat beside your legs.
“The man on the bridge,” he spoke, his voice still in the same nonchalant tone. “Who was he?”
“His name is Steve,” you answered, watching his expression change. “Steve Rogers, he was your best friend since childhood.”
He didn’t respond, instead, he ran his hands over his face. You watched as he ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. Despite being insane, he was extremely handsome, you’d give him that. His jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those eyes. They were twice as blue as Steve’s, twice as beautiful, too.
You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself. This man was probably going to kill you, maybe after he did god knows what with you before, yet here you were ogling over him like some A list celebrity.
He turned towards you, his face set in a frown.
“I knew him,” he admitted, his eyes full of a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I knew him a long time ago.” You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Why were you acting this way?
“But you…” He whispered, staring into your eyes fiercely.
Request:Hello I was wondering if you could do an imagine or whatever you prefer to call it where the reader is studying and Peter is attention deprived and is being distracting and all touchy and super cute w reader and it ends up super fluffy and stuff
A/N: I’m taking like a two second break from the Drabble Challenge prompts and writing this. I hope it turns out good.
Peter was distracting enough as is, but when he’s purposefully being distracting, it’s almost unbearable.
Your room went silent, and suspicion crept up your spine. But none the less, you remain focused and attentive to your homework. Peter was currently somewhere in your apartment, not making a sound, which was extremely unusual.
You felt a tug at a few strands of your hair. Choosing to ignore it, you kept your head down and eyes fixated on the pages in front of you. The slight yanking returned, but more strands of hair were added, “Peter,” you groaned and spun your head around, only to find that no one was there. You were the only person in your room. You sighed and tried to let go of the uneasy feeling in your gut.
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest
Flinging your shirt to the ground, you were left in your sports bra; you were sweating and tried to eliminate any unnecessary clothing that you had on. Scott growled, running towards you at full pace; you hooked your arm in his and threw him over your body, sliding under his flying figure. He barely touched the floor before coming back at you again, this time he caught your arm, turning it causing an aching pain to reach your elbow and he had his chest up against your back.
“And now I could easily bite your neck off.” He growled, your heart racing at the feeling off his fangs against your neck. He pushed you away from him, tearing his shirt off leaving his chest bare. You gulped, arousal filling your shorts and he could smell it straight away. Scott smirked at you, looping his hand under your sports bra and pulling you against his chest. “Focus,” He whispered, his hand trailing down your toned stomach; you worked hard for it and you were proud, not afraid to show it off.
♢ warnings: light, lightttt implied sexual themes but like barely anything. it’s like 0.001% of the story
Description: You have the privilege of having Min Yoongi be many of your firsts. But what you’ve learned to realize, is that your first will not always be your last.
Life is full of beautiful moments. From the way the first dawn rises, when the early morning sun just barely peeks a hello from behind the rolling mist covered mountains, to the sound of a baby’s first cry, cheeks a furious red and fresh into a new foreign, but perfectly imperfect world. But perhaps it is the first times that are the most special, one’s first steps, first words, first friend. And you had the privilege of having Min Yoongi be many of your firsts.
Anon Asked: Can I have a reaction when BTS have to go for military service (it lasts 21-23 months in Korea). Like they have a gf and they’re sad that they have to leave her and members?
Angsty shit. Like I don’t want to think of them enlisting. I don’t But like Seokjin in a uniform..;) BUT LIKE SEOKJIN IN A UNIFORM CAUSE MY BB IS ENLISTED. -Admin Cat
You couldn’t believe this was how you were finding out about this from a trashy blog. Seokjin would have told you he had enlisted. How could he not have told you? Just as you were pondering this thought the front door of your apartment opened to reveal a tired and puffy eyed Seokjin. The moment you looked at him all anger washed away and you hurried over to envelop him in your arms. He let out a shaky sigh and you felt his arms wrap around to keep you close to him.
“Jagiya, I am enlisting.”
“I know, the fans are talking about it.” you murmured and Seokjin gripped you tighter to him.
“Promise me something” Seokjin croaked out, his throat thick with tears. “Promise me you’ll wait for me and we’ll keep in touch.”
“Jin…” you felt tears fill your eyes and you pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Promise me you’ll take care if the boys, come to the dorms and cook for them. Make sure Yoongi rests and Jimin eats.” You nodded, you would keep the boys safe and healthy.
“I promise, I love you Kim Seokjin.”
“I love you too.“
He broke the news to you over text. Which was very out of character for him. He would have normally called you with such news. You almost didn’t believe him, so you called Hoseok to get the truth. Hoseok confirmed your fears and you sat in bed for hours, it didn’t really make sense. You knew it was inevitable, him enlisting, it was mandatory and you had your own feelings on the matter. You didnt even hear Yoongi come in, entering your bedroom and he sat down on your bed.
“Hey baby,” Yoongi ran a hand up your thigh and you looked at him. His face was unsmiling and his hand gripped yours tightly. He looked supremely stressed.
“Yoongi, are you okay?” You weren’t dealing with this the way he was. You had to understand this wasn’t about you. Yoongi shook his head and leaned into you, his head gently resting on your shoulder.
“I just, I can’t believe it. What if BTS fails?” He asked and you squeezed his hand. “Babe, I just cant imagine leaving them and you.”
“I’ll never leave, you know I’ll wait and BTS wont fail, the members and fans wont let it.”
You eyed the enlistment form with a sigh, it had been roughly twenty minutes since he had come home and shown you the letter. You weren’t surprised and honestly, you had been waiting for this to happen. You looked over at him and placed your hand on his.He was very much so ready to do his military service and you both had discussed the topic at length.
“Y/N, do you think the fans will forget about me?”
“What?” You asked incredulously. You looked over at Hoseok who had a frown upon his normally brighter features.
“You know,” He began and breathed in a heavy sigh. “They’ll focus more on the group and think it is better off without me.” You turned to look at your boyfriend and shook your head. You couldn’t believe he was thinking like this. You reached over and grasped his hand, bringing it to your lips and kissing it.
“I will never let that happen. I will scream the name Jung Hoseok from the rooftops.” You ran your thumb over his hand and he smiled at you. God were you going to miss that smile.
“Jagi” Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist.
“When do you go to basic training?” You asked and he sighed. He knew this was all you would think about until he left.
“I leave the 10th of October.” He replied, he kissed your temple. “Babe. Do you think I am abandoning the group?” You turned and pressed a hand to his cheek.
“You aren’t abandoning the group.”
“It feels like I am, How can I be a good leader if I am not there?” Namjoon questioned and sighed heavily. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his eyes fell closed. You wouldn’t let him think that way. You couldn’t.
“I’ll keep the boys in line I promise. We’ll skype every day and you can yell at them.” You attempted a joke and he laughed lightly.
“You have 5 more months with me, lets make the best of it.
You scrambled off of the couch as soon as you heard the news. Jimin was on his way home and Jungkook had told you that Jimin was worried about enlisting. You opted to make him the best dinner he ever had. Making his favorite foods. Anything to keep his mind off it. Jimin strode into the house an hour later, apologizing and telling you all about bad traffic. Thats when his nose caught the smell of grilled meat enticed him into the kitchen. “Babe, is this for me?“
"Of course.” You replied and turned the burners to low, walking over and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“God, I am going to miss this.” He cried, he crushed you to him and you smiled a bit. You knew that he was upset because his smile never touched his eyes.
“You don’t ship off until November, thats six more months of my cooking.” You cooed. He admired how strong you were being. He couldn’t believe you were keeping it cool. “Now, sit down and lets eat.”
“I love youso much,” Jimin replied and kissed you again. This time the smile reached his eyes.
A letter! You had been waiting eagerly for a letter from Taehyung. He was away on tour and was to be home tonight. Which is why he told you his letter was going to be late. When you began reading though, you discovered that Taehyung had forgone his usual sweet talk, this time he delivered news of enlistment. He described to you his worries and most importantly how he felt like he was letting the fans down for leaving in September. You headed to the airport, hoping to greet him since it was so late at night. When you arrived you parked you car and strode inside, waiting with other families until you saw his mop of dirty brown hair. You sprinted towards him, shouting his name and he dropped his bag.
“Jagiya!” Taehyung cried as he held you. “I missed you so much.” You pulled away and slapped his chest. An angry look falling on your face.
“Ow!” He cried He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess you read my letter.”
“You should have called or waited to tell me in person!” You hit his chest again. You were angry. It wasn’t fair.
“I didn’t want to worry you.” Taehyung mumbled and you watchedcas his expression became solemn. You loved this stupid dork and he was worried more about you than himself.
Tae, I will always be here, just talk to me.“
It was your last night together. Jungkook was going to be shipped off to base tomorrow. You guys had been quiet all night, just laying next to each other. He had been trying to cope with leaving you and the fact that he felt like he was abandoning his group and ARMY’S. Jungkook squeezed your hand tightly and you turned your head to look at him.
“I’m going to miss you.” He announced looking at you and smiling sadly. You smiled half-heartedly. Jungkook rolled over to lean over you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m going to miss your laugh,” He kissed your lips. His lips ghosted their way across your skin and you moaned slightly.
“I’m going to miss everything about you, your skin, smile, the way you feel in my arms everything.” He whispered into your skin. “We’ll write to each other and my hyungs will keep you safe.”
“You better write Jungkook.” He laughed and you spent the rest of the night tangled up in your bed sheets.
“Heya!! One shot for BTS finding you crying in an empty dance studio due to a lot of stressed caused by personal issues lately. Thanks. 💖 p.s you’re not an idiot.”
GUYS THIS FABULOUS HUMAN BEING WAS THE ONE WHO MADE ME REALIZE MY ASK BOX WAS FUCKED. THANK YOU. SO . MUCH. 879 Words
Pairing: Best friends! BTS x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Non-idol AU!
You just felt so done with life. Everything was just coming at you and you just felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was an asshole and decided to break up with you, it just felt like your family was against you – your entire world was falling apart.
The stress had gotten to you so much, that you ran to the next best place, other than your room – an empty dance studio which one of your friends, Hoseok, owned.
It had become a primary hangout place for your group after his classes, so he had automatically trust you guys with the passcode to the lock so you could hang out there whenever you wanted.
So that was what you did.
You hung out in the huge, empty whitewashed room, staring at your reflection under the bright lights. Your hair was sticking out in weird places, your cheeks were puffy from crying – but that didn’t stop you from finally kneeling down and letting it all out, your hiccoughs echoing throughout the entire room.
Why couldn’t you be better? What did you do to deserve everything that was coming your way? Your tears fell on your jeans, until you brought your hands up to your face, your cries calming down to hiccoughs.
The sudden voice made you gasp, your eyes trailing up to the reflection of the half-open door. There, stood a straw-berry blonde dancer, along with a chocolate-haired teenager. At first, both the males were happy, but then their smiles turned into concerned frowns.
“What happened??? Why are you crying??” Hoseok was the first one to rush over to you and grip your shoulders.
“Did someone hurt you? I’m calling the rest of the guys– I swear to god, if your boyfriend did something-”
You just immediately burst out into tears again at your friend’s light touch. You couldn’t hold back now – everything was so overwhelming. You might has well have calmed down before talking about it. As Jungkook walked away to call the rest of your group, Hoseok rubbed up and down your arms, trying to get you to calm down.
It didn’t take much time for the rest of the boys to get there – Jin even brought some pastries. Your sobbing had stopped after a while, mostly because Taehyung was trying his best to make you laugh. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his antics.
The other boys had gathered in a circle around you, Jimin sitting on your other side whilst you rested your head against Hoseok’s chest. The eldest even started to crack jokes, and that was what finally made you let out a small laugh through your tears.
“Thank you guys…” You mumbled, grabbing a tissue from the box Namjoon was holding.
“Can you tell us what’s wrong now?? Was it your boyfriend??” Your second eldest friend was always the first to assume the worst about him – he hated that guy, after all.
Your breath hitched, but you just couldn’t cry anymore. You had cried too much to even have any tears left. Wiping the moistness away from your cheeks, you took a deep breath before you started to ramble.
“I broke up with him, but then he decided to.. call me names and get angry at me,” You usually wouldn’t have gotten so sad if the insult was something simple. “And then I went home and my mom just found my test and started to scold me for that– I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
You felt broken again, but the boys were trying to pick the pieces up and fit them back together. The dancers’ hugs just became tighter, as the rest of the guys just looked at each other, then back at you.
“Look, tomorrow we shall talk to your boyfriend-”
“No! Please don’t!” You interrupted, as your orbs snapped towards Namjoon. “Just ignore him.. I don’t want you to hurt him.”
The boys just frowned even more at that. You knew everything would just become worse if your friends did something for you – they practically protected you with their life, and if someone hurt you, they might as well be dead.
As you scanned each of the males, you realized that they wouldn’t listen to you. Even the subtle nod Yoongi was giving Jungkook was noticeable – they were planning something.
“Promise me you won’t hurt him,” You pleaded through red eyes. “Don’t talk to him, or say anything.”
After a few seconds of silence, they all collectively sighed at your request. You pressed your lips into a close-mouthed smile. You assumed that meant that they agreed.
“Good, now why don’t we eat the churros? I’m starving,” The youngest rubbed his hands together, your mouth practically watering.
“First one goes to Y/N! I bought these for her,” Jin scolded, opening up the paper box and placing it in the middle.
You just grinned even more with every second that passed. Even though your life seemed a little screwed up sometimes, you could always rely on your friends to make you feel better. You were so thankful that you got stuck with these guys, no matter how dorky they could be sometimes.
They were always there for you, and you would always be there for them.
You just started your Junior year in high school, well that wouldn’t be so bad except, you just transferred to a whole other school, so you literally know, nobody.
You get sent to office to get your schedule, the lady at the desk had way too much perfume and smelled like an old woman’s house.
You inhale it all and cough a bit
“Are you okay dear ? You’re not trying to get out of the first day of school are you ?” she laughs likes she made the most funniest joke in the entire world
You just fake smile at her, grab your schedule and be on your way.
You walk through your new school halls, wishing this day would be over and done with, but it was just beginning.
1st period was math , which you sucked at.
You sat down and tried to not look any other way , you opened your math book and started flipping the pages , not really paying attention to the people coming in.
“Okay you guys, we have a new classmate..” your teacher says out loud
“Great..” you say under your breath
“Let’s give a warm welcome to Y/n!”
The classmates glance at you and look the back to their phones and friends, acting as if you were a brick wall.
Well this was going to be a great year you said to yourself.
You start to walk to your 2nd period, it was P.E, you didn’t care much for physical activity, but you weren’t terrible at it.
You get changed into your attire and it seemed all good, some girls would giggle and laugh at you, but seriously, what could you really do ?
So you walk out of the locker room and get to your P.E group.
Today’s activity was simple, walk for basically the whole period, which was easy enough for you.
You walked alone, of course, but not really minding that, it was a great day out, you so you couldn’t complain.
Watching everyone hang out with their buddies, and friends, and even significant others made you feel sad. You never had a lot of friends in school, only really two best friends , you moved and you were heart broken, you use to call each other the 3 musketeers, you did everything together, the mall, shopping for the right clothes, go to parties, even did cheer and wen to cheer camp. You hated moving, and you hated this school.
After basically walking for 30 minutes you go back to the locker room, the girls laugh and pointed again, sure , that’s all they did, but it still hurt.
You shed a tear or two as you walked to your 3rd period, it was hell from there, everyone ignored you, 4th period was a little better, you met a friend, she was nice, her name was Jessica.
You also had 5th period together so you walked to that class together as well.
Unfortunately you guys didn’t have lunch together so you sat alone, you ate your food, alone, it was embarrassing.
You ended up in the library just eating and drinking, while reading a book, it was your only escape.
You got a glimpse of a guy who was being a little louder than he should, he caught your attention, he had chestnut brown hair, tan skin, and cheek bones that could cut you. You cocked an eyebrow, he was a little cute, but still too loud. You looked at your watch, it was almost time for your 6th period, so you got up and started to walk out of the library.
While you were walking you held your head high, swaying your hips just a little, hoping he would notice, well little did you know, he was.
Jeff’s Point Of View
Well, shes’s pretty I thought, she has a cute figure, I wonder why I haven’t seen her around, I shook my head, she must be new.
I got up and started walking to my 6th period, I noticed the girl was walking ahead of me, and the same direction, I come to find out we have the same class together, it was Science.
“Okay class, now everybody welcome Y/n , she’s new and just transferred”
I look at her up and down, I get a closer look, and she’s so damn beautiful, almost breath taking, I need to get to know her.
Regular Point Of View
I smile and wave and a few people wave back, giving me a little bit of confidence
“So today we will be in pairs, how about you and Jeff ?”
The boy from the library looks up in shock but then quickly goes back to his cocky self
“Yeah sure.” he says , shrugging his shoulders.
You sit down next to him and start to open your text books
“You’re not going to need those.” Jeff says as he looks at you
“How do you know?” you ask a little sassy toned as well
“Because we are working on a project, that includes your notebook, we’re literally making our own science.”
“Oh okay, well what are we going to be doing?” I ask
“I was thinking about making a computer that does your homework for you.” he says
“Wow.” you rolls your eyes
“What? Google isn’t cutting it okay ?” he says
You giggle a bit, and that brings a smile to his face
“No but on a serious note, what do you have in mind?” he asked
“How about a dating site that matches you through music and tv shows?” you say
He looks at you for a second in confusion, them simply smiles “That could actually be really interesting.” he says as he writes that down
“You could be the designer, since you have good taste.” you admit to him
“You think I have good taste?” he smiles
“Yeah, I mean , your fashion style, you know.” you say as your move your hair back
“Got it.” he puts his thumbs up.”
Before you both knew it class was over and the bell rang
“Hey what class do you have next?” he asked
“History” you said
“No way?! Me too!” he said
“Wait really? “ you asked
“Yeah, we can walk together if you’d like?” he said a little shy
“Yeah i’d like that.” you smiled
The next few weeks became a lot like that day, math was slow, P.E was hell, 4th and 5th period were very fun because of your friend Jessica, and then after that You saw Jeff for lunch, 6th, and 7th period.
You guys became really close, he was a really nice guy, sure he let his cockyness show sometimes, but not in a bad way, he was a jock, so it was expected from him.
“Why don’t you come over to my house ?” he asked
You were a little taken back
“Oh , Jeff I’m not like that…” you say a little offended
“No no oh my gosh not like that Y/n, for the project! We need more time and 30 minutes isn’t enough.” he says
“Oh! Okay I need to ask my mom if that’s okay -”
“You need permission?” Jeff asks a little confused
“Yeah” I say a little embarrassed
Jeff noticed so quickly said “Hey all parents are strict over theirs daughters, not so much the boys am I right?” he laughs
And you giggle as well “Right, well I’ll text you and let you know what they say!”
“Okay cool.” he says
Your parents say yes since it’s a school project, you quickly text Jeff saying you can make it.
“Great, you can come over around 4:00pm?” the text said
“Sounds good” you say
Jeff sends you the address and you start to get ready, straightening your, putting on a floral top, some white jeans,a jacket, and a pair of sneakers, you grab your books and head out your door.
Getting to Jeff’s house, you were in schock
“wow, it’s huge.” you say as you walk to the door, you ring the door bell, it was a fancy bell ring , of course.
Jeff opens the door and smiles, you realize he changed as well.
“Hey!” he says as he waves
“Hi!” you wave back
“Well I don’t want to keep you outside, come in!” he says
Looking around his house and you start to realize Jeff must have the richest parents in th world
“Sorry I didn’t pick you up, my car is in the shop.” he says
“Oh it’s not a problem, you actually live like 3 blocks away.” you smile
“Wow really ? That’s good to know.” he starts to walk into the kitchen
“ Do you want anything? We have water, soda, juice?” he asked
“I’ll take a water.” you say
He opens the fridge and it’s like a super market
He pulls out a Fiji water and hands you it
“Thanks “ you smile and start to drink it
You open your notebook and start to talk about the project.
Getting a lot done you decide to take a break
“Do you want something to eat?” he asked
“like what?” you ask
“Hot pockets?” he asked
You laugh at that “Sure Jeff I would love a hot pocket.”
He smiles and heats up both of you one
Setting them down on place mats you start to eat.
“Do you wanna go to the tv room?” he ask
“You have a tv room?” you ask a little confused
“Yeah, come on.” he signals as he gets up
You grab your hot pocket and you water and start to follow him
Heading to the tv room your mouth opens
“You mean the theater room?” you almost yell
“Yeah I guess” he smirks in a cocky way
“You laugh and you guys watch spongebob on his gigantic movie screen
Enjoying the show you take off your jacket, Jeff couldn’t help but stare, you catch him looking so he quickly looks away, and coughs a little bit.
You smile at that and just continue watching the show
Going back to the living room you guys decide to work on the project a little bit more, well you forgot your jacket, soas you were writing Jeff looks at your arms and he noticed the scars on your wrist.
“Hey, whats; that?” Jeff pointed out , kinda regretting he asked, but then kinda glad he did
“What ?” then you looked and saw that your scars were showing, “Oh my gosh.” you got up from the table and started to collect your things
“Wait . don’t go Y/n.” Jeff said as he got up too
You were trying to get your stuff together and things kept dropping, so you just started to head to the door, as you were opening it Jeff shut it and puts your hair back behind your ear, that was your first touch, your first physical encounter touch. You quickly look up at him and saw the look he had in his eyes, his eyes, they looked sad, they looked concerned.
All you could do was cry, you put your hands in your face and you just cried, Jeff grabbed you and pulled you in, just rubbing your hair and back.
“Hey hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” was all he really said, he never dealt with this himself, nor knew anyone who did, he was popular, and he wasn’t like you.
He asked if you wanted to sit down and you nodded yes.
He then got you an other water and said to drink it to calm down, you did.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked
“No, yes., I don’t know.” you shook your head
“I promise I won’t judge, or say anything.” he said
“It’s just I’m under a lot of pressure, my parents want me to become something big, like a scientist , or a corporate manager, or something like that.” you cry a little
“What do you want to be?” Jeff asked
“I want to run my own bakery.” you say
Jeff laughed a little bit and you yelled “You said you wouldn’t judge!”
“Calm down I said I wouldn’t judge you why you did it. I didn’t say I wouldn’t judge you for what you wanted to be.” he laughs more
You fold your arms and try to hide the smile that was peaking through, you loved when Jeff laughed, he smile was breath taking, his teeth were perfect, his jawline was so structured , and it just made you happy
“It’s cute that you want to own your own bakery, honestly, and you could totally do it, you could do anything you set your mind to, I promise that okay?” he said
“Okay.” you said
“Baby look, you’re one of the most sweetest , amazing, down to earth people I know, I don’t want you doing this.” he says
You were in shock
He called you “baby” you didn’t know what it meant, but you sure all hell liked where it was going
“Thanks Jeff.” you said with a smile
“Anytime, and hey, promise me, when you feel like doing anything like this, call me okay? It doesn’t matter what time it is.” he said
You laugh “Okay expect late night phone calls.” you laugh
“I’ll look forward to them!” he says with a laugh
Then things got pretty quite, but then all of a sudden , Jeff grabs your chin and pulls you closer to him, faces were inches away from each other, he looks you into your eyes, and he kisses you.
His lips, they melt into yours, they feel like how caramel mixes in with chocolate, it’s like your lips were made for his. He kissed you slowly, it wasn’t fast at all, his hands glided through your hair , your hands surrounded his neck and you could feel the passion in the way he moved, his hands traveled your body, in the most respectful but sexiest way. Tracing your curves of your skin with his fingers and gently touching them as he does so.
Soon his tongue enters your mouth and you tongues swirl around like its a twister. Dancing together, not giving up, and fighting for dominance you quickly discover that he wasn’t going to let you win, and you couldn’t help but smile try to fight even more.
As you finally break away for air Jeff just looks at you and you simply blush and ask “What?”
“Nothing” he shakes his head
You realize moving to a whole other school couldn’t be so bad after alll.
Three days without food, water, or sleep. Three days roaring your eyes out as you cried out in desperation and disbelief. Jungkook, your mate, was dead. Ji-Yong had killed him in front of you. Jimin had used a bobby pin from your hair to escape the shackles in the firey basement, his red hot anger consumed his body in a fit of rage. He killed Ji-Yong and Jin almost immediately after escaping the cage, strangling them until they were unconscious, before using the same gun that had ended Jungkook’s life to ensure neither of them would be coming back. The rest of that night was an emotional blur, Jimin helped everybody out of the cells and extinguished the blaze. Nancy and Taehyung tried their hardest to keep you from seeing his body; but what they didn’t know is you’d spent five hours later that night curled up next to the stone cold dead body of Jungkook, screaming in agony and heartbreak, crying until you’d ran out of tears.
“Y/N?” Nancy knocked on Jungkook’s bedroom door pulling you out of your dangerous thoughts, you’d being staying in there because it was the only way you could feel close to him now he was gone.
“Yeah?” You looked up in surprise, her and Taehyung were supposed to be spending the night together, they weren’t supposed to be home for hours, just how long had passed?
“Me and Tae just got back… I noticed that you haven’t moved all day again, I just-, we’re worried. Is there anything you need? I could go and get us some dinner-”
“No I’m fine thank you.” You half smiled up at the pretty blonde in the doorway, she was wearing a red dress and a pair of beautiful golden sling back heels. Her and Taehyung had just been on a date, to take their mind off things, another thing you and your mate never got round to doing.
Nancy only nodded once in response and closed the door behind her, leaving you all alone with the memory of your mate, the person you were supposed to spend the rest of eternity with, being shot dead in cold blood by your bleeder. Laying down on the dark bedsheets you inhaled deeply, his scent still lingered in the room but it was quickly fading into your own. Staring up at the ceiling you stayed completely still, even when tears spilled from your eyes and rolled down the sides of your face. You never got to experience the true love between mates. He was taken away before you could even hug him, kiss him…
The hushed whispers of familiar voices and consistent giggles coming from under the bleachers in which you were perched on caught your attention over the distant noise of lacrosse sticks colliding. You ignored it at first, the people trying to contain their mischievous giggles down there being of no interest to you. But, when you heard your name being mentioned quietly a couple of seconds after, your interests instantly perked up and you focused in on their words.
“What about (Y/N)?” It was a girl.
“Whatabout(Y/N)?” And a boy. He repeated the question as if the answer was easy, a slight undertone of mock in his voice. “She won’t care. And if you’re really worrying that much, remember, she won’t ever find out. She hasn’t suspected anything yet so I’d say that we’re still safe. This is between us, okay? No one else.“
Your eyes cast downwards towards the gap in the bleachers with a slight frown written on your features. Then, when you caught a glimpse of short, messy, dyed blonde hair with brown roots creeping up through the strands, you froze in your seat. Denial ran through your veins as you sat up straight, your eyes unfocused, gazing out onto the lacrosse field and your lips parted, soft breaths escaping. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t do that to you. Not after being together for over a year.
“Okay,” Came the faint reply and when the secretive mumbles came to an abrupt stop, you found yourself standing almost immediately, your legs making their way down the empty bleachers and onto the green, summer grass, your eyebrows furrowed deeply as you broke into a slow jog and travelled around the tall, shadowed stands.
But, when you saw the scene unfolding right in front of your (y/e/c) eyes, your step faltered instantaneously and you couldn’t prevent the choked gasp that escaped past your lips. Your boyfriend’s lips attached to one of your friend’s neck, her eyes closed and her fingers weaved through his hair as his hands lay dangerously low on the bottom of her back. When they heard the almost inaudible sound come from behind them, their eyes shot open and darted towards your still figure before they jumped apart fast as if one of them were on fire and burning.
“(Y/N)…” His eyes were wide with surprise and his voice was low and full of regret. The sting of tears settled on your waterline, threatening to escape as your wide eyes stared at him from a metre away, a relatively safe distance away from the lies that you were certain he’d spew out at any second.
“Wha- What are you-” You stumbled over the words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. You stopped short from trying to form a coherent sentence when you felt the salty tears spill from your eyes and roll down your flushed cheeks. You made no effort in trying to wipe them away as you croaked out the best you could, “Why?”
The two of them stayed dead silent, their eyes drifting and landing on anything other than yourself. You couldn’t help the blunt, sarcastic laugh that escaped past your lips and the roll of your eyes as you stared at them in utter disbelief. “What?” Your incoherent persona was totally wiped away when their silence hit you and was replaced with a sudden anger that bubbled up inside of you due to the fact that not even one of them had the decency to give you an explanation. “Because I wouldn’t mind? Right?” You sneered, your legs carrying you over to them both. You stopped short right in front of him as he let out a sigh, his eyes rolling lightly before he chuckled halfheartedly.
“(Y/N), no- come on. I didn’t mean it like tha-” The harsh sound of a slap cut his words off and echoed throughout before anyone could comprehend what was happening. His head turned to the side at the impact of your hand, his jaw clenched angrily as did yours.
“No.” Your voice was short and sharp; your cold eyes were fixated on your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend’s guilty face, the icy glare in them not going unnoticed by either of the liars. “You did mean it like that. But that’s okay, because we’re over. So you can now do whatever the fuck you want.”
You awaited a reaction or at least an apology from either of them but when you got nothing but a guilty look from your friend and a shocked stare from the boy whom you used to date, his mouth parted as if he was insulted by your statement, you couldn’t help but let out another huff of anger, shaking your head in disbelief. You gave them both one last disgusted look before turning on your heel and walking out from under the bleachers and away from those two for the last time.
The strong feeling of anger that had controlled your previous actions had already dwindled down the drain and whirled into sadness before you had the chance to make it to the girl’s bathrooms. The tears once again making their escape down your face and soft cries came from your parted lips which instantly alerted the true alpha on the field, his senses picking up on the heartbroken chemo-signals that you were giving off and the sounds of distress emitting from you.
“(Y/N)?” Scott’s concerned voice questioned from where he stood and infiltrated your ears as your legs desperately carried you past the lacrosse team and off of the playing field as quick as they could. You sucked in an inevitable breath of cold air, your heart hammering against your chest as the heavy tears continued to stream down your rosy cheeks.
“(Y/N), wait!” He called for you again but this time, he’d thrown his helmet off and to the grassy floor along with his lacrosse stick before blatantly ignoring Coach Finstock’s angry shouts and racing after your fleeing body.
“Hey,” The softness of his voice and the feel of his strong hand gently pulling on your wrist caused you to slow down and turn to face him. His face fell considerably further as soon as he took notice of your upset and distressed state, “What-what happened? What’s wrong?”
Your bottom lip encased by your teeth in an attempt to suppress your broken whimpers but as soon as your glassy and pain-filled eyes connected with his deep brown ones, you couldn’t stop the choked sob that escaped. Scott immediately wrapped his arms around your figure as you rest your face in the crook of his neck; his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he lightly propped his chin on top of your head.
“H-he cheated on me,” You struggled to get your words out through the sobs that heaved on your chest but Scott heard you loud and clear, his grip on your shaking body tightening when the words processed through his busy mind. He was conflicted, the anger towards your ex-boyfriend coursing through his veins and his hand twitching with the need to right up to him and hurt him for hurting you. But, he knew that you wouldn’t want that so instead, he let his hand run up and down your back comfortingly, swaying you side to side slightly to calm your cries.
“He didn’t deserve you,” His whispered words echoed through your head after a while of silence as he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on the top of your head. You pulled back from his warm embrace slightly, sniffling quietly as you made an attempt to run your fingers through your messy hair. Scott couldn’t help himself when he reached out and softly swiped away the tears resting on your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs before tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “It’s okay; I’m here.”
You couldn’t suppress the small smile that reached your lips at the action as you wrapped your arms around his torso once again, your chin resting on his shoulder as you stood on your tiptoes. “Thank you,” The hoarse whispers hit the shell of his ear before you pressed your lips to his cheek lightly, appreciative by the fact that you had someone as amazing as Scott McCall in your life.
He simply smiled, said cheeks blushing a slight red before he pulled away and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together with his as he gently led you away from the school. “Let’s skip the rest of the day and watch movies and eat pizza at my place?” He questioned and you let out a sigh of relief, nodding your head slowly at his request, all your energy feeling as if it had dissipated into thin air.
You wiped your tired, irritated and glassy eyes with your free hand, reminding yourself that you shouldn’t cry over seeing them together when you had your best friend there to show you that you weren’t worthless and that you were loved. “It’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay.” Scott wound his arm around your shoulders and brought your body closer to his once more as you walked off the school’s premises together.
His heart hurt knowing that the girl he was completely and utterly in love with had just had her heart broken and was left with nothing but tears and pain, however, he was also filled with the serenity of hope that hopefully one day, you’ll let him show you how you should really be treated, because you deserved nothing but the best.
Ok so hopefully this was something like you had in mind
anon! Alright I’m trying to get another one written before bed for you guys but
we’ll see how it goes! Thank you all for being understanding and kind in this
time of need for me! Love you boos!
Anon Request: You’re literally the best I love you so much❤️
I would request one with Mitch where the girl hasn’t been in a relationship
before, but her parents are divorced and so is her uncle and her friends have
had really bad luck in relationships so she is really insecure about love and
so, and then mitch does something really romantic and she starts crying cause
it was so unexpected and she didn’t really think he loved her? Sorry if it’s
He thought it was a good idea. ‘it’s just one date Seungcheol, what could possibly go wrong.’ he had told himself this 2 days prior to the night of his first date since his son’s birth.
Overall, when seungcheol had arrived back from the date, he definitely knew there would not be a second one. Now all he wanted to do was see his lil man.
Seungcheol opened the door and was greeted with 2 eerily smiling faces. Soonyoung and Seokmin stood nervously, their hearts pounding in their chest.
“Soo funny story.” Seokmin led the conversation.
Seungcheol pulled his jacket off, staring at them questioningly, “Funny as in laughing funny or funny as in I’m going to kill you if anything happened to my son.”
“Well!” Soonyoung clapped as he jumped, “Looks like its time for me to leave, Seokmin you got it from here.”
Seungcheol gripped Soonyoung from the neck of his shirt, “What happened to my son.”
“What happened is you’re lucky I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by.” You walked into Seungcheol’s view, the four year old boy resting on your hip, “Chan was running around the apartment building.”
“WE WERE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK!” Seokmin screamed.
You smacked his arm, “that doesn’t mean you leave the door unlocked so he can wander off. What if Chan got hurt.”
“But he didn’t.” Soonyoung butted in with a smile.
“Get out.” You smack the two boys as they quickly got their shoes on, leaving quickly before Seungcheol could get his hands on them.
Seungcheol sighed, taking the boy from your hands, “How’s my lil man.” He earned giggles from the younger as Seungcheol lifted him up in the air, tossing him lightly.
You followed Seungcheol into his home, “I’m guessing your date didn’t go well.”
Seungcheol chuckled, “Definitely not. I thought you were on a date too.”
Chan wiggled out of his father’s arms, trudging his way back to you. You picked him up, kissing the boys cheek, “Too douchey for my taste.” You set Chan atop the kitchen counter, grabbing a few animal crackers and treating him, “who needs a boyfriend when I have this lil guy.”
Chan giggled when you nuzzled your nose into his cheek, stealing a peck onto the tiny boy, “Cookie?” Chan offered you a piece to which you gladly took into your mouth.
Seungcheol watched the scene unfold. His lips tugged upward, his eyes sparkling, 'god she’s beautiful’. He loved you so much more than he wanted too. From the day he accidentally hit you with a basketball in college to the day he watched you push the boy in your arms out into the world.
Seungcheol snapped out of his thoughts, “Yeah.”
You gave him a sweet smile, “Why don’t you rest. I’ll put Chan to bed.”
Seungcheol only nods as he watches your figure slink away and slip into Chan’s room.
Seungcheol brushes his teeth slowly. Mind wandering to that night years ago, the drunken kiss, the heated room, bodies pressed together, the hunger of it all. At the time still young, nearing graduation, for a moment the mutual feelings you both shared were released.
'Easy’ he remembered the words slipping from his tongue 'one night stand’ he slapped the hand of one of his friends. He wanted to keep his image, his cool and playboyish mask. Your heart shattered when the words spread around campus and he realized he’d lost the thing he loved.
It wasn’t until a month later he heard your voice. The words 'im pregnant’ ringed in his ears. And he wanted to hug you, hold you up, spin you happily, kiss you passionately. Only your eyes showed different. Your eyes showed resentment against him and he cowered. He promised himself he would help you, anything you needed he would do it. No matter how much you tried to shove him away, he bounced back.
“Get away from me Seungcheol.” The venom in your voice pierced him.
He followed from behind slowly, “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.” you snapped at him, “Now stop following me.”
Seungcheol paused in his steps. You wobbled with your large front, a hand placed protectively over the mid. 'Im fine’ you convinced yourself. The pain came excruciatingly quick, your back arched as you let out a cry.
Seungcheol was by your side like the wind, a hand rested on your back, “Are you okay. What’s wrong.”
You winced with each contraction, “I…I think I’m in labor.”
For 15 hours he stood by your side. As you cried out in pain, Seungcheol let you grip onto his hand. The crushing feeling, he pushed aside as he looked at the sweat fall from your face.
“I can’t!!” You cried out when the doctor instructed you to push once more.
Seungcheol leaned in close to you, his hand numb from your hard squeezing. He pushed your hair out of your face, whispering, “Listen. You can do this. Just a little bit more and it’ll be over. I promise okay.” Seungcheol could see the weariness in your expression, “Look at me.” you complied, “I promise, everything will be better after this.”
With one last push, the screeching cry filled the room. You threw your head back exhausted, you hadn’t realized your hand was still connected to Seungcheol as they brought the newborn back towards you. Emotions filled you as you held the child, tears filled your eyes and Seungcheols reassuring hand rubbed circles on your back.
“Hey Cheol.” you poked your head into the bathroom just as Seungcheol finished rinsing his mouth, “I’m gonna head out now.”
Seungcheol followed you to the door, he had changed into a white t-shirt and sweatpants while you still donned on your form fitting dress. His eyes scanned you up and down, heart fluttering with your every step.
You slipped on your heels, pulling the coat around you before glancing at Seungcheol, “I’ll pick up Chan on Monday.” Seungcheol hummed in agreement. You turned your back and he wanted so much to stop you, to pull you back, to ask you to stay.
“Oh!” Seungcheol jumped at your sudden spin, “I almost forgot. Can you pick up Chan from preschool on Thursday. I’m sorry, Jeonghan set me up on a blind date and apparently it just could not wait until later.”
Seungcheol stuffed the broken pieces of his heart down his throat, “Yeah sure no problem.”
“Thanks I owe you one.”
Your hand rested on the door handle, pushing it, Seungcheol watched the door slam shut in his face. The silence plagued his apartment until the light pitter patter of feet reached him.
Chan pulled the blanket alongside him, a hand rubbing his eyes, “Did mommy leave.”
Seungcheol lifted the young boy into his arms, a sigh leaving his lips, “Yeah. Mommy left.”